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Blood's Jewels

“Terreille in Trouble”

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Faeril Ashkevron

Location - Ashkevron Residence in Askavi

The Eyrien woman nodded absently to Mikhail's words her cold blue gaze moving over to study the wooden frame that held the physical web she had woven to mimic the mental strands of power that crossed about Mikhail's inner barriers. Hooking memories and drawing them to the surface and binding fast those she had already placed in their proper position. Tsking her tongue against her teeth in disapproval of the foolish journey-woman who had done the rough shod work in the first place Faeril stood. Her head beginning to swim under the strain of overreaching her limits. "It was merely basic." She murmured slightly carefully wrapping the web in a bundle of silk. Absently wondering if she could fake being fine long enough to get him out of the room. Or would it be worse for him to leave and her brother-in-arms to find her collapsed of exhaustion? Either way was going to be trouble with overbearing males.

It was the way the Blood worked after all. The Black Widow-Healer noted with some amusement. The Blood were the ruling caste but also the caretakers of the Realms. The males protected and served the distaff gender due to the latter's connection to the land. Though they did a bit more than that before Hayll twisted the rules of Protocol. Males had a extremely bossy nature when a witch of the family was weak or doing something the males were strongly against. Also, if the males were doing something they deemed in the witchs' best interest. Stubbornly the Warlord Princes were the worse and had a good Warlord Prince had a habit of digging in his heels and marching in the other direction. Coddling, irritating males. Oh, they 'served'. They served the way it suited them, and they would yield to reason. But other than that it was a furious dance of power.

Of the rank of jewel they wore. Then finally of caste. While she was a Red Jeweled Witch, she her caste nor jewel was stronger than Fatima. The fact this was her home ground gave Faeril the leverage she needed. While on the other hand the Ebon-Grey Warlord Prince who had showed up outranked Fatima despite her being a Queen. As he belonged to her Court he didn't officially outrank her. He would protect and serve her and while they had the formidable power on their side. It still made Faeril uneasy. The Ebon-Grey was the strongest of the Jewels, the only one stronger being the Black.

And only one wore the Black. Setting the silk bundle on a shelf one of the cabinets, Faeril considered the rug over the stone floor. It seemed to swirl and twirl with colors. A welcoming daze came over her and that was the last thing Faeril remember as she dropped like a stone. Fainting from exhaustion. Awake all the night weaving her webs, only to push herself more this morning... She had not had a chance to rest since Fatima had come to her door in Denar's arms. Mikhail would see the Eyrien woman drop the bundle safely on a shelf.

@nohbdies @eclecticwitch "I have been eating. Eggs, many eggs. All of them cluck and gobble." The woman assured the large man as he hovered over the woman who had birthed him as he shooed her into the house.

A second Eyrien appeared in the doorway looking mirror the first with a sharp eye on Vaclav and Artemis. Belor frowned as looked at Fatima with a raised eyebrow. He was shirtless and a warblade rested in one hand. Though he was a light jeweled Warlord Prince, he was still a Warlord Prince and these were strangers on his territory. Though his words were to the two Dhemlans. "Thank you for escorting Mother. Thought Faeril told you she's string you up by your heels if you invited anyone else?" The last bit inquired to the Grey Queen as he waited to close the door after the other two. Apparently this Queen was going to be a handful which would make Faeril a headache...

Hunting out in the far reaches of Askavi didn't seem like a bad idea.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: Home

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The Wizard would be lying if he said he didn't expect this reaction. The boy had been young and the Young Army kept it's members. One way or another. [color-Gold]"Enthusiasic I will grant you,"[/color] Rhys stated dryly. "But be less alert. It will do you no harm and will help you become more alert later. Rest, boy." Gripping a blanket from a nearby chair, the Smiling Man laid it over Badger. Wiping away the boy's face again he gave his final order for the current time. "Rest. If you need anything I will be nearby. Do not strain yourself, do not use magyck. Do nothing but rest and get well." Standing he turned and slipped out the door to studied Esmeralda.

Resisting the urge to cross his arms, he studied the woman. Silently awaiting the words. The harshness that would come. He wasn't going to let the witch into that room without her having a damned better reason than 'I'm his mother'. He couldn't remember her. A new face was the last thing Badger/Fayard needed right now. "We need to find a cure, get him well. Then you can worry about him remembering you." Perhaps it was heartless of him to put it so bluntly but he wasn't known for having much of a heart in the first place. "He won't be much of a son if he's dead." She'd probably slap him for that, but he deserved it for catching the Sickenesse himself. Damn the universe for it's cruel jokes.

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Skaoi Silverveil

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Location: Infirmity travelling to Attic

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She had just finished getting everything reorganized on the desk when the Messenger Rat came scuttling back in. Looking quite out of breathe and panicked. Skaoi's look of confusion turned to one of horror as the little creature informed her of why her message was not being delivered and she herself heard the shuddering boom. Quickly she ran through a list of possible injuries for whomever was in the vicinity. Burns, lacerations, possible broken bones or head injuries. Her feet flew as she went by each bet of her patients carefully checking with each to make sure there was nothing they needed. She was a physik and her patients came first.

Satisfied that they were able to be left alone for a bit, the pale Easter Snow Plains woman scooped up one of her medical baskets for such emergencies. Stuffing her notes into one of the satchels of her waist. She gave the small Messenger Rat a harried and terrified look. "I know you generally only deliver messages but could you lead me to the explosion, please? People might need medical care." Skaoi cursed her timid nature right now, but a rat was easier to talk to than a guard. Less sharp object that might be used on a alleged spy. As the rat nodded, Skaoi bolted from the infirmary at a quickly walk that fell just short of a slow jog. Her eyes locked onto the rat leading the way.

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Grimspound

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Location: Aricie

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So it appeared Arnora was something more than a 'mutant'. Grimspound felt his smile growling slightly with interest. It was in the way she said 'But, lets just say 'mutant' for now'. While he wasn't sure what a mutant was, it was curious as to how she had worded that. Crossing his arms, the man leaned against the railing listening to Minerva admit to assuming Arnora had simply been magyckal. If he had to wager a bet he would say that Arnora was most certainly not a 'mutant' but something else. But he wouldn't out her. That would just ruin the fun and make him a hypocrite. Chuckling deeply he studied Ahote as the man explained the fact that everyone in his village was a mutant except a few.

Toying with the light about his fingers like it was some coin, he bent and shaped it. Flicking it about and walking it across his knuckles. A can-trick is what his grandmother called it thought he suspected the proper name was something else. She was a old and odd woman with a odd way of speaking. But it seemed such was the way of his people. "People with extraordinary powers covers a wide array." Grimspound pointed out with some amusement. "I am no mutant yet you inquired as to my powers, and I have heard a thing or two of interesting folk within this land. Though my question for you, friend Ahote, is what differs a mutant from a magyckal person?" The man gives a friendly grin as he shrugs absently. "I'm incredibly interested now."

Blood's Jewels

@Black Alice@Sierra Well if either of you have questions just ask!

Blood's Jewels

Blood's Jewels

“Terreille in Trouble”

Evil Queens, Ruined land, and the laws of the Blood being forgotten. This Plot centers around Dorothea, a Priestess and Queen of Hyall. She has her fingers stretched across the realm of Terreille and is slowly sinking in her fingers with delight as the Queens under her control reap the benefits they have worked centuries for. They did this by placing Queens who were eager for Dorothea’s favor in power, and by killing off competition, and casting out lies and rumors against the Black Widows who did not work in the court of the Queens. Essentially making it dangerous for the Widows to practice their craft with many looking at them with distrust- some even hauling them before Queens or Warlord Princes for ‘justice’ before their murder, while others just outright kill them with the old ‘get them before they get us’ mentality. For the lies told of their abilities to corrupt the mind at will, how they kill rivals with poison and that half of them are mad with the so called ‘visions’ they recieve. Warlord Princes and those males of the dark Jewels are being forced to wear the Band of Compliance and yield themselves to being little more than slaves in anything but name, if they don’t comply with the Queens. Dorothea has also brought back slavery to the Blood.

However, the Gates to Kaeleer remain open as Kaeleer remains the darker of the two living realms. Ambassadors from various realms there come and go in the courts. Carefully guided by their hosts, as to not bear witness to the horrors that the Queens are slowly moving into place. Should one see? Those generally go missing, Often to resurface in another court months or years later, swearing loyalty to the nearest Queen once there. The official reply is a more of a resignation, dishonorable or not, and the disappearance of the problematic individual so that the Territory in Terreille can say they do not know where he is and be honest about it. Leaving Kaeleer’s Territories with tied hands on the matter. This has left the remaining ambassadors from Kaeleer wary of Terreille and many Territory Queens of Kaeleer cutting their ties with the Territories of Terreille.

Dorothea’s plan is to fully gain control of Terreille then form friendships with Kaeleer’s territories again. Luring them open only to begin her little game all over again. Though she’s going to play and enjoy Terreille for a bit before she does that to Kaeleer.

The plot centers around the players discovering this atrocious acts, possibly the plan of Dorothea, and escaping Terreille to Kaeleer through the heavily guarded Gates. As the only remaining safe place in Terreille is Dene Nehele and it’s not all that safe. The Queen there is weak and wears a Yellow Jewel. She has been slowly losing power for years and Dorothea has several ‘pet Queens’ ready to tear the weakening Queen from her circle of Warlords and Warlord Princes. Each growing weaker as ‘accidents’, out right attacks, and assassination slowly weakens the circle.

Additional Plot for this Plot. The players needs to get out of Terrielle but they also need to get the Queen of the only Black Jeweled Warlord Prince out of Terrielle unless Dorothea uses her to control the Prince. As he can’t without Dorothea using the ring to bring him to heel, or risk Dorothea suspecting something.

The Black Jewels Trilogy Lore

Landen:

Non-Blood. They have no ability to perform craft. Generally they live in their own communities outside of Blood communities.

Half-Blood:

Too much Blood to be Landen, but not enough to be Blood. This exists in Kindred as well. They generally are looked at as outcasts, bastards. Though a sire may take the child in to raise as a servant or a overseer for a landen village if they think the child shows potential. Often they suffer cruel fates in Terrielle. They do not have enough power for a jewel though they may have some psychic powers, due to the fact if they do have a jewel they are considered Blood.

Blood:

The Blood are a Cast of people that span over many different races and allow members to utilize Craft through the possession of a Jewel - though this is not always the case as some members of the Blood are known not to possess a jewel as their power is not great enough to require one. They follow a set of rules known as Protocol and are a highly matriarchal system ruled by Queens.

Kindred:

The Kindred are non-human Blood. They follow the same rules and castes as the rest of the Blood for all they can be horses, at least one breed of dog, wolves, spiders, dragons (though only two known ones remain), and unicorns. They even rule in Territories that are considered ‘closed’ territories without human influence.

Jewels:

They are the channel through which the Blood use their power. Though they can use their power without the jewel it is not as powerful and a jewel is far easier to use. As children can use the Craft before their Birthright Ceremony where they receive their first jewel. The darker the jewel the more powerful it is. When the child is ready to make the Offering to the Darkness they may receive their second jewel which can be up to three ranks from their Birthright jewel. A person’s Offering jewel can be shattered which forces them back to their Birthright jewel. If that too is broken, the person is left with only basic Craft.

In order from Lightest to Darkest:

White
Yellow
Tiger-eye
Rose
Summer-Sky
Purple Dusk
Opal* (Blood Opal)
Green
Sapphire
Red
Gray
Ebon-Gray
Black

*Opal is the dividing line between lighter and darker jewels. As it can also can darken to Blood Opal.

Clear jewels exist but these are used in landing webs as beacons to those that travel the Winds.

Blood Society

Technology:

The Time period is such that more modern plumbing exists (Showers, toliets, sinks, and such). Electricity is not a thing, though the Blood can use their power to create witchlights and crystals in place of it. But it takes a good amount of power to maintain these spells over an entirely household. Horse pulled carriages and carriages powered by a Blood’s power. Clothes are more modern though not of any plastic or anything machine made material.

The Darkness:

Essentially the religion and way of life. the use of Darkness as the centerpiece of Blood Society is not meant to represent evil, terror, or anything bad. Instead it is used in the same honored way most modern religions view light. The Blood realms acknowledge the use of Light, but are more prominant is their acknowledgement of The Darkness. It is believed that from the Darkness everything was born and too the Darkness everything will eventually fade when the time comes. The Dark Altars are Gates between realms and places of worship to the Darkness.

Caste:

The Blood are separated into different rankings. One is based on strength (or Jewels) while another ranking is based on caste. There are different Caste system for male and female and one is born into one’s caste (which cannot be changed as you are born into it), though caste does not determine the job one can or cannot do nor the jewel they wear. Females can dual caste though it is not overly common.

Below they in order from lowest to highest.

Male:
Blood male: A general term for any male of the Blood. Also refers to any Blood male that doesn't wear jewels.
Warlord: A Jeweled male that is equal in status to a witch. Often addressed as ‘Lord’
Prince: A Jeweled male that is equal in status to a Preistess or Healer.
Warlord Prince: Arguable the most dangerous of the Blood males. Predatory is a good word for practically any ‘Prince’, as they are commonly addressed. Their instincts are stronger and far more easily brought to the fore regarding protection, attraction, and aggression. They rise quite easily to the killing edge, a state of mind which places the Prince on a battlefield. Protocol has a large section that is dedicated to helping Princes curtail their instincts and move in poliet society. As well as how other Blood (or landen, should they know Protocol) can handle a Warlord Prince(s). A Warlord Prince despite his power will always be second to a Queen as they seek to serve by nature. There is a ‘right’ Queen for every Blood male (for better or worse). This pull to the right Queen centers the Warlord Prince, and helps them to not damage the Court itself and puts a leash on their temper. This pull to a Queen will make the Warlord Prince submit his power, and temper. Putting the Queen’s Will before anything else. From lovers, to the Prince’s life.Though a Prince may leave a Queen, choosing honor over a Queen who asks too much of them. Warlord Princes also are the only caste to experience the rut, though others may feel it but this is extremely rare. (See The Rut) Warlord Princes are violently passionate and passionately violent.

Female:
Blood female: a general term for any female of the Blood, though it is mostly reserved for those that don’t wear jewels.
Witch: a Blood female who wears jewels, and not one of the other hierarchical levels. Though any female can be referred to as a witch.
Healer: A witch who heals physical wounds and illnesses; equal in status to a Prince or Preistess. Having a inborn knowledge of the methods and theories they should be using. Though addition training is required to be considered fully trained. They are drawn to heal people often with a single minded tendency to think their own life is less important than all those around them. Because of this Protocol dictates that any unmarried Healer needs an escort to accompany her. SO she doesn’t harm herself while she performs her Craft. It would be too easy for a Healer to completely drain herself in seeking a healing, as their self-preservation instinct suffers.
Priestess: A witch who care for altars. Sanctuaries and Dark Altars. They witness handfasts and marriage. Preform Offerings. Equal in status to Prince and Healer.
Black Widow: A witch who heals the mind. They can also weave the tangled webs of dreams and visions through which they can see symbolic and actual images of a future they must interpret. Proficient with poisons and illusions. They possess a snake tooth beneath the fingernail of the ring finger of their right hand which is poisonous. The power of the venom is in proportion to the power the witch wields and it must be milked once a month or the venom will crystallize and cause pain and potential death if left uncared for. The snake tooth may be natural (relatively uncommon), or unnatural and thus made by another of the Hourglass. Unnatural snake tooths must be filled with poison and, just as with any bearer of a snake tooth, the poison must be leaked into the body once a month to keep immunity. Usually this is done around the time of milking. (See Hourglass Coven for more)
Queen: The witch which rules the Blood. They are the land’s heart and Blood’s moral center. They are the focal point of their society. They generally form a Court to rule a village(s), district, province or territory. They are protected and honored, and their connection to the land is essential for the health of the land.

*Hearth Witch:On the same level of a basic witch is a Hearth witch. It’s both a caste and job description. They have a neat streak that runs to the bone. Making them excellent carers of homes and kitchens.Though their job isn’t a inherent like a Healer or Black Widow as it’s more of a matter of temperament. They are often practical and tidy.

Courts

A Court is the way a Queen holds power and consists of at least a Queen and 12 Jeweled males who make up her First Circle. There are four named offices in the first Circle. Steward, Master of the Guard, First Escort and a Consort. Though some Courts may not contain the last two at the same time as many of their duties overlap. A Queen may also have other Queens sworn to her in a first female circle. Which those Queens will have Courts of their own. A second, third circle may be created along with however many more circles will be needed to maintain the Court. Guards, servants, couriers, and such. The higher the number of the Circle, the less directly that person serves the Queen and arguably the less trusted they are. A Dark Court is the most powerful Court of all, few claim this for their court and with the weight it bears with it. Queens may pit their Courts against others in order to deal with challengers and protect their lands. Taking out rivals and such. Though Protocol is to go before a Tribunal of Queens for a ruling on the matter (Especially in Kaeleer) rather than to send a Court to the battlefield.

Steward: They look after the fiances and logistic of the Court. Dealing with a good amount of the paperwork.
Master of the Guard: They head the protections of the Queen.
First Escort: They are the Queen’s escort, much like a Healer’s, and often the Queen’s aide.
Consort: The Queen’s lover. They may take the place of the First Escort or they not depending on the relationship.

Territory Queens rule over Province Queens.
Province Queens rule over District Queens
District Queens rule over villages Landen and Blood alike.

Coven

Generally the coven refers to a group of women who are close. Often referring to the female side of the court should there be a first female circle.

Hourglass Coven

The network through which all Black Widows are connected. The hourglass was the Black Widows' symbol, both a declaration and a warning about the witch who wore it. An apprentice wore a pendant with the gold dust sealed in the top half of the glass. A journey maid’s pendant had the gold dust evenly divided between top and bottom. A fully trained Black Widow wore an hourglass with all the gold dust in the bottom chamber. Often sending reports about the different Territories and realms to each other. Though in Terreille the actual knowledge has waned of this fact, they are lead by the High Priest of the Hourglass, who is in fact the only male Black Widow in existence.

Protocol

It determines how every rank is to be addressed (Prince being Warlord Prince, Lord being Warlord, Lady being anyone of the female Caste), how to handle guests, both welcome and unwelcome, and most importantly how to keep members of the Warlord Prince caste from potentially harming those around him. Protocol is what helps the Queens keep control of their courts and is the delicate system of checks and balances that keep the Blood the ruling but respected caste. A Queen may order/request things from her Court but if the First Circle stands against her in the best interest of land and Queen the Queen may be forced to stand down. Generally it boils down to three rules for Blood males. Though in Kaeleer the males will sometimes sidestep or ignore the third rule if it hinders unfulfilling the first two rules.

Rule One: Honor, Cherish, Protect
Rule Two: Serve
Rule Three: Obey

It should also be noted that there is no plenty for murder among the Blood. Essentially it’s the subtle manners of the Blood and their laws.

Moon’s Ebb & Pregnancy

Yes, this is a thing and something that is slightly relevant. Once a month- during a certain time- a witch suffers for the power of their jewel. For three days they cannot use their jewel without a massive amount of pain (Which even then the Craft may not work right) which leaves the Blood female vulnerable and very irritated. Males can detect any witch who is on her Moon’s Ebb and it greatly heightens the need to defend in male family members and close male friends of the witch. A Queen’s Court will draw close about her and often Warlord Princes ride the killing edge during this time. Viewing anyone, and often everyone, as a potential threat to their Queen. Once the first three days are over the Queen may use her Birthright jewel for the next several days.
During a pregnancy a witch may not use either of her jewels at all without risking a potential miscarriage and losing the babe. Often they will have their jewels drained of psychic power, leaving them defenseless by a more darker and trusted male. Black Widows must also drain their snake tooths unless the babe be at risk to the poison. During this time fathers, family members, and close male friends are extremely protective.

The Rut

This is the desire to mate that Blood males sometimes go through, which comes upon the Prince at random. Though Warlord Princes are notorious for it, other castes may go through it though the occurrence of such is rare. During this time a Warlord Prince in rut has enough sexual drive to service an entire coven and still want more. However, they become focused on only one woman and would not tolerate the presence of any other. Any male would be seen as a potential rival and thus killed. Warlord Princes in the rut push past their normal passionately violent and violently passionate nature. They are not held responsible for anything that happens during the Rut as for them it’s a mass of confused memories. It is incredibly dangerous for a woman to bed a man during the Rut.

Rituals, Holidays, Death

Birthright Ceremony

The ceremony which a Blood child goes through around the age of seven or eight in order to potentially receive their Birthright Jewel. However, not all children of the Blood may be strong enough for a jewel and should this happen they will not come away with one. Something that is not common. The Birthright jewel is the first Jewel a child receives until their Offering to the Darkness. After the ceremony in which the child receives (or does not) their Birthright Jewel, is a public ceremony in which the mother will either confirm the father’s paternal rights to the child or deny him. If denied it does not matter what the father may have raised, loved and nurtured this child, he has no rights to them.

Offering to the Darkness

This is the ceremony in which the young adult receives their Offering jewel. Their second jewel, every jewel has a possibility of descending to a darker jewel by three leves. Red to Black for example. Though this is not always the case. For example, one may not be mature enough mentally or be afraid of the power and thus shy away from it. Once this Offering is made it cannot be attempted again.

Virgin Night

The Virgin Night is a coming-of-age ceremony for young witches, and is literally as it states the night in which a Virgin is bedded for the first time. This ceremony determines a woman's ability to practice Craft as well as the integrity of her Jewels . A witch, prior ot her virgin night, is in greater danger to be broken through torture than after. However, once completing the virgin night she is not safe from being broken in the future, only less likely to be. In most cases an experienced Consort or close friend is asked to bed the witch. However, in some cases this night has been used to cause the mutilation and death of a witch either through the trauma to her body or mind through the shattering of her Jewels.

Handfasting & Marriage

Handfasting is a engagement ceremony that may or may not be done before marriage. Marriage, however, is typically a way for males and females of the Blood to stand on equal footing. However, should a man forsake the vows of the marriage bed it is a huge blight upon his honor. Thus males are very cold when a woman flirts with them to tempt them away should they be married. Warlord Princes are even more so.

Wintersol

The Winter Solace. Essentially Christmas. It’s twelve nights of parties and festivities, on the last night people stay up and pair off to share a glass of the blood wine. And dance to the Glory of Witch. Witch who is the Song in the Darkness and the deeper power that lies behind the Blood.

Spring Festival

This is the Festival before the Spring planting begins. Queens generally reaffirm their bond to the land during this time of year by pouring a cup of their blood onto the soils of the fields. This gives the land prosperity. However, if a neglectful Queen is in rule and fails to do this act of giving to the land. Then the land will slowly grow less prosperous. A land that has not had the connect with a ‘good’ Queen for a while will feel dry to the Queen and desire to take more than the Queen might be willing or able to give.

Death, Demon dead, and Whisper in the Darkness

When someone is killed, or dies, if their spirit is strong enough the person may make the transition to become demon dead. Where the spirit inhabits the body, but cannot go beyond the flesh. The power of their jewels sustaining them until they pass on by will or running out of power becoming a Whisper in the Darkness. To further sustain themselves, they may drink the blood of the living but it’s a disgusting act even when proper Protocol is followed. When one becomes demon dead they tend to seek out the Dark Altars and make their way to the Realm of Hell. Some, however, remain if the need is great enough. If one wishes to make sure a person is dead and does not come back their jewel must be drained and shattered as well as their body is dead.

The dead do not leave Hell to walk among the living in part because they are corpses complete with the wounds they received in death. The dead and the living do not generally mix due to the command (and enforcement) of the High Lord of Hell. Another reason is the demon dead’s drinking of blood, thus this protects the living from the dead. Though some of the dead remain outside of Hell, which the High Lord sends out others or goes himself to deal with them if they are a nuisance.

Craft

Basic Craft:

Craft is the ability that sets the Blood apart from Landens. It is in essentially the psychic power, or magic, of the Blood. A person's strength in the Craft is dependent on the Jewels they received upon their Birthright and Offering Ceremonies. The darker the Jewel the more powerful the person is and the more they can do with the Craft. Basic Craft consists of several abilities. One is telekinesis (moving things with one's thoughts). While another variant of the same ability is the ability to 'vanish' items into a another space that is only reachable by the person who vanished them in the first place. If the Blood dies with the item vanished however, the item is destroyed. The Blood can also weave spells using the Craft; such as soothing or calming spells, heating or cooling spells, illusions, witchfire (Fire fueled by one's craft), creating crystals of jewel bits that can be used to link minds in a telepathic connection, or record images or voices.

Craft can also be used to make shields of solid air around someone or thing. It can also be use to strengthen things. When used by fighters on the killing field, Craft is a deadly force that threatens to burn the loser's mind out and turn them into a Whisper in the Darkness. It can be blasted at a foe or such. Though the general rule of thumb, though this is not always true depending on the person, is that a darker jewel is the more powerful.

Healer's Craft: Healers can use their Craft to phase through flesh and heal people. Break and mend bone, heal wounds and, depending on their jewel's strength, bring someone back from the brink of death.
Black Widow's Craft: These witches can weave tangled webs of spider silk in special wooden frames to see the future and the true intentions of people. As well as to view the memories of wood and stone. They can also use their craft to heal the minds of people and bring them back from the brink of madness, or cause it.
Priestess Craft: They can use their Craft to lead ceremonies, and are the most adept and traveling through the Dark Gates.
Queen's Craft: Queens can use their power to influence the land for good or ill. This is why a Queen often is found enjoying gardening as it is the link to the land they need.

The Winds:

The winds are the way many of the Blood travel. Across all three Realms there is something of a spider web of power that runs with a different wind for each jewel. The darker the jewel the faster that particular person can travel upon the winds, with white being the slowest of the winds and black being the quickest of the winds. If someone tries to to ride a wind darker than their jewel they will be torn to shreds if not shielded, or within a carriage driven, by someone who can ride those winds. This allows the Blood to get from place to place relatively quickly, however there are some places where the winds will not reach. Often there are Landing Webs that are noted by their clear Jewels which act like beacons to those who travel the Winds. These are tended by Priestesses and generally the ideal places for people to drop out of the Wind.

Races (By Realm)

*To note that all races that are not Kindred, or a mythical creature, are referred to as humans. Some of the shorter lived races are not so much races as where one could hail from.

Terreille

Hyllian - One of the three long lived races, they commonly have tanned skin with dark hair. Usually black with yellow or golden eyes. Being a long lived race means they can live for thousands of years. They are skilled with the Craft and are skilled courtiers.
Eyrien - One of the three long lived races, they have tanned skin with straight, black hair and yellow or golden eyes generally. They are the warrior race of Terreille with large bat-like wings. Their females generally know how to use weapons to defend themselves. The Eyrien race live in stone homes called eryies that are built into mountain sides. Many of their males live in war and hunting camps.
Dhemlan - One of the three long lived races, they commonly have tanned skin and dark hair. They exist in both Terreille and Kaeleer.
Dena Nehelean - They live generally 100 to 120 years of age.
Shaladorian - They live generally 100 to 120 years and a have brown hair with tanned skin. Every so often a child will be born with green eyes, the more vibrant the rarer it is.
Jhinka - Winged scavengers (Not playable)
Pruulish - Desert folk they live 100-120 years.
Challiot - Living on the Island of Challiot they average the typical lifespan of the shorter lived races. (100 to 120 years) Often having blue eyes and blonde hair.

Kaeleer

Dhemlan - One of the three long lived races, they commonly have tanned skin and dark hair. They exist in both Terreille and Kaeleer.
Jhinka
Eyrien - The same as in Terrille though in Kaeleer they are not a native species and far fewer in number. Lacking the ability to bully about what a Terreille Eryien would consider a lesser race as they are the ‘guest’ in Ebon Askavi’s territory.
Dea al Mon - “Children of the Woods” they are likened to elves. One of the shorter lived races they are the native warrior race of Kaeleer . Much like the Eryiens but with pointed ears, no wings and making their homes in the forests. They live in seclusion from the other territories and races and are thought to be born knowing what to do with a knife and bow. They are highly respected and feared. They often have green or blue eyes and silvery hair. A willowy build that deceives about their actual strength.
Dharonian - A short lived race. They are known for their good weaving.
Glacian - One of the short lived races. They are used to colder temperatures. Often with pale eyes and hair.
Below are the more secluded races of Kaeleer, which do not act much outside of their own borders.
Centuar - Half horse, half human. They live in Centauran.
Philian - With fragil iridescent wings and pixies faces. They are a small and delicate race from one of the Paw islands.
Satyrs - The upper half of a human with deer like ears and the bottom half of furred legs with hooves and a deer like tail.
Tigrelan - Dark stripped bodies with clawed hands. They have tawny skin and cat like speed and ferocity.

Hell

*Demon dead are not playable as of yet
Demon dead: (See Demon Dead)
Harpies: Witches that were brutally killed. They have a territory in Hell they rule themselves, though they still yield to the High Lord of Hell. Vicious and known to hunt down intruders with packs of Hell Hounds few dare to enter their territory.
Cildru dyathe: Demon dead children who were strong enough to pass to Hell. They live on their own island away from all others.

Kindred

*Often refered to a Little/Big Brother/Sister. The Kindred are extremely rare in Terreille, while merely rare in the other realms, and a anyone who can claim friendship with a kindred is shown to be a good person or in good standing.
Arcerian - Giant white tiger like cats. They hunt using sight shields.
Scelties - Herding dogs from the island of Scelt namely.
Unicorns
Dragons - Not the great Dragons of the past. But lesser dragons. They live on the Fyreborn islands. (Not Playable)
Wolves
Horses
Tigers
Spiders - The Weaver of Dreams is Queen among them. They live on the island of Arachnal and ensnare the mind of any who stray too close to their homes. (Not Playable)

Places (By Realm)

Terreille

- The lightest of the three Realms
Askavi - A mountainous region filled with lush valleys. Home to the eryien race and their mortal enemies the jhinka. It also houses the Runs. A series of canyons that are used for training and challenges which exists throughout all Realms.
Chaillot - An island territory. The Capital is Beldon Mor. Houses an altar on a small island off it’s shore called Tacea.
Dhemlan - Bordering Askavi and Hyall, Dhemlan houses one of the three long lived races. It’s seat of power is generally SaDiablo Hall which had fallen into ruin.
Ebon Askavi - The Black Mountain, or Keep, as it is known. It exists in all three Realms and is the home of Lorn. Many documents and artifacts are kept here to record the Blood’s History.
Hayll - Unlike the other lands, this territory is extremely drained. The people and land are worn thin. The captial is Draega. A city of high stone buildings and filled with things for the long-lived Hayllian race to spend their time. Theatres, cafes, music halls, galleries and such.
Pruul - A desert wasteland, it gains it’s wealth through it’s mines.
Dena Nehele - The mountain valley territory shares a border with Shalador. Capital is Grayhaven
Shalador - A place of rolling hills and grassland with mountains in the northern reaches. Known for the rich soil and traditions. Borders Dena Nehele to the north.

Kaeleer

- The second darkest of the three Realms
Arachna - An island off the shore of the main continent of Kaeleer. Home to the Weaver of Dreams and the Arachni Kindred. Few dare come here and none ever leave.
Arceria - North of Glacia and high in the mountains it is home to the Arcerians.
Askavi - Home to the Rihlanders. Ebon Rih is a valley in Askavi that is home to the main home of the Eyriens in Kaeleer.
Centauran - Home to the Centuars. Humans do not often travel to this territory as it is closed to them.
Dea al Mon - Home to the ‘Children of the Woods’, the warrior race of Kaeleer. It is a massive land of forests. It’s people generally live in clans in the trees.
Dharo - Known for it’s fine textile procutions, carpets and weavings.
Dhemlan - The capital in Kaeleer is Amdarh and it houses the Sa Diablo hall. It is also the only territory ruled by a Warlord Prince.
Ebon Askavi - See Terreille. Is the same in all realms.
Fyrborn Islands - Home to the dragon kindred and known for the sour pickleberries.
Glacia - A land of tall mountains and frozen lakes. It borders Arceria on it’s Northern border.
Little Terreille - A small diplomatic set of land that Terreille and Kaeleer agreed on for trade and immigration.
Nharkhava - It’s capital is Tajrana.
Pandar - Home to the saytrs. It is generally closed to humans.
Philian - Home to the pixie like race. It is generally closed to humans.
Scelt - Where the Scelties of the Kindred orginated. It is often the home to Scelties and Kindred horses, as well as humans. The people there are known for their fine horsemanship. It’s Capital is Tuatha.
Sceval - Humans do not come as it is a Kindred Territory and inhabited by unicorns.
Tigrelean - Home to the Tigrelean race. It is a warm and jungle like enviroment. it’s borders are generally closed to humans.

Hell

- The darkest of the three Realms, it is a colourless place existing in a forever twilight.
Sa Diablo Hall - Home to the High Lord of Hell.
Harpy Territory - Home to the Harpies, Men do not enter here without expecting death. Harpies rarely leave.
Cildru Dyathe's Island - Home to demon dead children. It is a barren place, and holds little to tell lies.

Maps

[h3]Terreille:[h3]

Kaeleer:

Hell:

Rules

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• Gm controls this world. Weather, NPCs, what you see, hear, ect.
• Gm does check on posting and log in habits
• If you are holding the Rp and joining other Rp's you will be called on it
• Must use the CS sheet provided.
  
  • PM the CS to the GM
  • Do not post CS in OOC tab
  • Only finished CS allowed in CS tab
  • Only finished CS will be accepted.
  • No poking holes into others' CS. They've been accepted.
  • Put thought into your CS and please ask questions if you have them!
  • CS must contain well thought out paragraphs numbering 2 at least.
• Language - Allowed, this is a harsh place with a potential war on the horizon.
• Gore - It will get violent and gross.
• Taboo subjects will be crossed, will Fade to Black as needed.
• Posting
  
  • Minimal of 2 well developed paragraphs per posts
  • This also means 2 well developed paragraphs per character. Be warned.
  • Must IC post once every 7 days from Gm post. (I will send a warning day 5 , and once I hit day 7 you will be removed by the GM.)
  • If you had a reason as to why you could not post, please inform me. I may be able to make a allowance. Lack of inspiration is not one of them.
  • If you are held up because someone has disappeared you will have a extra two days. But the sooner the post the better.
  • If you are stuck because of another person, you will have extra time of 2 to 3 days because of it. Do NOT abuse this.
  • Keep up with all posts!
  • No spamming OOC
  • Just because you are collab does not mean you cannot have it done in time. Advice? Don't start late.
  • If your collab partner vanishes, you need to make the Gm aware (so it does not count against you)
  • If your collab partner vanishes, you will be given extra time to finish.
  • If you collab partner vanishes, you will be able to withing minimal amount move their character to finish collab.
  • If you are going to be gone, inform the Gm! I get life comes first, but it's also on you to not hold up the RP and keep up. I'll work around you're disappearance so long as I know what's going on. (You can say it's private, I just need to know it's life.) You'll get extra time, or set on the sidelines if it's extended.
  • Do not abuse the grant of extra time.
• No Black Jewels will be premitted to players for Lore reasons.
• It will not be First finished CS, first served. Submit a CS and GM will reveiw it and tell tou if it is accepted or not.
• Character Deaths will happen. If your character dies, you will not be out of the Rp! Feel free to send a Back Up Character at any time and hold it in reserve.
• Post your favorite color in the Answer portion to prove you've read the rules.
• Rules and CS are subject to change.
• Keep CS up to date.
• Link to a previous post you have done in the past in Extra tab. (To those new to RPGuild, PM me)
• Looking for Dedicated Rpers, essentially. Know your limits on posting.
• Also, I bumped this up to 18+ for the potential language and such. If you want to go do something more mature *Ahem* Go do that in PM. Not here.

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Blood's Jewels (Closed)

@eclecticwitch @nohbdies @13org Two days left to post.

Heroes of Olympus: the Next Age of Heroes

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Athanasia Theroux

Location Training Arena

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It was a pleasant morning and while she was a bit hungry, Athanasia found eating low on her list of priorities for the minute. Perhaps a bit of practice, as it usually was, her appetite would be larger than a mere annoyance and food never appeared good first thing in the morning unlike hitting something. Arthur was a lovely target. Pegasi appeared in the air, riders on them as they winged over the strawberry field that produced some lovely product. Typical of the camp though she would still call it extraordinary that there could be this peace in place where so many different people gathered. Then again as the training arena came into view Athanasia had to consider the fact they did have a good few Ares campers.

The point she had noted were the loud shouts of disapproval when a child of Athena got in a good hit on a Ares camper. Or vice versa when the bulky campers gave a cry of victory after besting a opponent. Ares kids were a loud and annoying bunch that grated on Athanasia's nerves. In part it was due to their lack of civility, in part Ryland's dislike of them. The pale girl's attention turned to head of the Athena Cabin as she tipped her hat slightly. Proper as ever. "And morning Alanna, though I doubt it is good." Her voice never rose to louder than it needed to be easily heard. Shouting was rather rude unless it was necessary. Plucking a practice sword form several sat on a bench nearby, she tested the edge and the balance with a keen eye. It would do, though it didn't suit her as well as she liked. That sword, her Black Rose, was something she only called on when seriously fighting and meaning to do harm. It was not a toy to play with like the other campers seemed to think of some of their weapons.

Casting a dark eye at her brother her lips curved into a taunting smile. "Are you ready, brother mine?" The younger camper offered with a sweet and innocent voice, which was no such to those that knew her. Hooking her arm through a strap, Athanasia hefted a small round buckler that was not to big, nor too small, but just right for her tiny height. And no, no one save her brothers were to crack 'tiny', 'small', or 'short' jokes at her expense without good tastes. Usually they ended up with a bit of a run of bad luck, despite her protests that it was unneeded and she could see to such things herself. Plucking the hat, from her head Athanasia set it next to the weapons, letting the sheath of the sword she had chosen hold down the brim so a stray gust of wind would not blow it off and make her seek Ry out to fetch it back. She was rather fond of this particular accessory after all.

[High Casual to Low Advance] [18+] Wide array!

Looking for a partner for Nyra Ne'era.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Ayita Dyrkin

Location Cells

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She was upon them before they could turn their guns from Dean. One bullet had struck the speedster in the gut and the woman scented blood upon the air. Her body broke and reformed with the crack of bones and a spray of blood. Skin stretching to accommodate a much larger size. Platter sized hooves lashes out knocking the weapons aside. Her massive form and sudden attack knocked three men aside. The rest being wise, and quick, enough to evade her charge. Bones snapped under her hooves and the moose crushed any who were beneath her.

Though Ayita was careful, she evaded stomping on Dean. Marygold would probably fuss about her killing more people, but they had shot first. If it wasn't for Dean's healing factor he would die. That required not an answer, but action. Actions that would haunt her later. Letting our a calving bellow, Ayita lashed out in warning with her hind hooves. Scattering the fallen. The animal within her was pissed and angry, though Ayita was a bit more clinical with her thinking. Preparing to launch herself at the others, the moose=woman pawed the strewn floor with a splayed hoof.

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Richard Laine

Location Cells

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Richard blinked at his sister's ruthless attack. Was it nessecary? He'd say so seeing as the agents of OMEN had turned their weapons on Dean in an attempt to kill him rather than restrain him or shoot the bigger threat. Contempt burned within him for the fools as they scattered under Ayita's charge. He had expected a predator. Bear, tiger, lion, perhaps even a wolf. But a moose? Oh, as he thought of it he conceded the decision had been a good one. Moose were feared and with good reason. Large splayed antlers, a bad temper and hooves the size of dinner platters.

He didn't want to cross one himself. Aiming down the sight of the pistol, the Adder gave a grim smile. Had he been the agent's trainer he would have slapped them all silly. They could have restrained Dean and then forced the mutants into a defensive position and waited them out. But of course with the attack coming from the outside as well as within... It was a tad difficult. Firing three times and aiming as to not hit his little sister. Richard gave a grim smile as one made dropped to the ground, a round lodged in his head. The other two were wounded, a leg and arm, but with luck would surrender. "Lay down your arms, and I call the moose off." Richard offered. Taking aim again the Adder fortified himself for refusal, and to do what he needed to.

[High Casual to Low Advance] [18+] Wide array!

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Blood's Jewels (Closed)

Blood's Jewels

“Terreille in Trouble”

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Faeril Ashkevron

Location - Ashkevron Residence in Askavi

He was entrusting more than his mind, Faeril noted with some amusement as she watched the man sit on the plush couch. His health was also at stake. Tapping into the power that channeled through her Red Jewel, the Black Widow drew off the glove that covered her hand. A precaution against anyone spying the snake-tooth that was common to those of her caste beneath her ring finger. A fang, or 'tooth', of poison that was as potent as the witch's jewel was dark. With a lighter jeweled witch it might not kill or take several doses over a period of time to kill, but with a darker jewel... It was so very deadly and painful. Pressing her ring finger to the man's forehead in warning she slipped pass his mental barriers.

It was irritating more than anything to find that his mind was a solid mass of walls and 'mirrors'. Fragmented memories, reflections on what was missing or what could have been taken out of context. Withdrawing the Black Widow moved to a cabinet and withdrew a spindle of spider silk thread and a circular wooden loom used for embroidery. It wasn't the traditional tool, but for now it would do. Settling herself comfortable before the Dea Al Mon male agian, the Ashkevron woman began to weave. Her fingers tracing the spell and the lines that she drew within his mind. Slowly connecting piece to piece and uncovering that whoever had done this in the first place had no business at their Craft. The work was shoddy and Faeril sneered in disgust at the roughness that left tattered edges about memories. The pieces frail and unraveling. Yet all could not be blamed on a mediocre workmanship. For the male also seemed to want to reject these memories. These bits and pieces.

Well, that wouldn't do at all. Faeril thought as she slowly gathered them in her net. Turning over and examining each bit before setting it aside. Organizing what came first and then second. She couldn't quite tell who the woman who was so special was, nor what had caused the pain that brought tears to her eyes. It was like seeing something in a shattered mirror. Abstract, yet if viewed the right way it would make sense. The fragile chalice of the man's mind could be pieced together but the true healing would come from within. Bit by bit the woman strung together the larger bits. Adding a few smaller bits and pieces. These were recent or big events in the man's life. Slowly she withdrew from his inner barriers within his mind to the outer as she wove a final spell. A spell that would dull the pain, not destroy it but dull it. As if it was someone else's life, but each time he thought harder on it that life would become more and more real.

Sweat poured from her as Faeril set the wooden frame and the knot of thread aside with shaking hands. This would take more than one session and she had already strained the Red Jewel enough. A quick glance told her it had been roughly a good bit since they had sat down. An hour if not more. "There. You will require more than one session to piece together your memories so I can erase them but it will come about to that final step eventually." The woman's voice was harsh as subtly Vanished the Red Jewel into the hidden pocket dimension that the Blood considered a cabinet of sorts, and called in her Blood Opal. The two were alike enough it would take a trained eye to pin point the difference.

@eclecticwitch Denar appeared with a stern and annoyed expression on his face as Fatima opened the door, looking a good deal peeved that he had not been called to be of assistance. Bristling and spreading those long wings slightly, the man grips his hands about the Grey Jeweled Queen's waist and hoisted her up to sit her off to the side. "Lady." He greeted polietly as he studied the new comers. His expression of grim distaste becoming one of interest and glee as he lumbered out of the eryie like a oversized puppy, knocking Artemis and Vaclav aside. His hands gripping the old woman as he spun her about slowly. "Mother!" The warrior cried in delight. "You have been eating?" He questioned as he set her down, looking worriedly at the broken witch. His gaze shifting between her and the two strangers as Denar slowly shifted himself to a defensive posture.