Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 10:34 AM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

When Dalanesca noticed Moliira’s arrival, she let out a weak smile.  Though her strength was rebuilding since she had stopped exerting so much energy into the urn that Angela had given, and the residual power she had received from Angela, she was still not feeling completely reenergized.  She gave the drow a quick nod to acknowledge her presence, but let her speak to Angela in peace for a moment.

When Moliira addressed her directly, she straightened up a bit.  “If that’s what you think, then I suppose that must be the case… though I do not know as to what slack of his I would be picking up… I don’t believe I ever even met Mendean before his departure,” she added, clearly not catching on to what Moliira was implying.  She raised an eyebrow briefly when the drow referred to her as ‘sister.’  She knew that the two were friends, but she had never been referred to as such by her before.  “Help?” she asked, and her eyes shifted to Angela.

The explanation of what she witnessed from Angela made sense, but she felt a mild wash of concern as the older goddess told her about mortals being able to see Conclave.  Part of her understanding was that unless summoned there, even the lesser gods could have difficulty attaining a glimpse of the Conclave… but apparently the power that had been created from combining her magic with Angela’s had been enough to at least momentarily reveal it.  

At that moment, Marth came over with Iva to check on her well being - when he was satisfied that she was going to make a full recovery, he offered his respects to both Moliira and Angela and removed himself from the situation once more.

When Angela moved to stand with Moliira, Dalanesca’s confusion escalated even further.  “Yes, I know what the Triune is f- wait, what do you mean, ‘we’?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at her fellow deities.  Angela seemed to be skirting the question, busying herself with Moliira’s hair for a moment.  In one swift motion, however, Dalanesca’s power took back over the realm as Angela withdrew all of her influence.

Dalanesca stood before the pair, her hands on her hips.  She felt slightly different, but she assumed it had been due to the immense stress that had been put on her - she was beginning to wonder if maybe, just maybe, it was something else.  “What are you two hiding from me?” she said, her eyes narrowing.  “Are you saying that - no, Angela, no nap for you, not until you tell me what’s going on!” she said.  She was not angered, merely frustrated that she did not understand what was happening - although it seemed she was beginning to have a fairly decent idea.  “What did you do to me, Angela?” she asked, her eyes narrowing further, though it was clear she was not actually upset.

Author: Angela Rose, Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 8:31 PM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

Angela tilted her head towards Dalanesca and smiled. “Everyone needs a witness. In this instance so the Voice knows we’re even.”

After all hell broke loose Angela began to chip the red clay from her hands. “Conclave can be seen by mortals. They won’t be able to get in but they will be able to see it. There was no other way to fix your problem that I knew about. I figured that if we blasted enough energy not only would it fix your rift but shatter the magic hiding the Conclave.”

Looking over at Moliira the elder goddess took a sigh. “Godhood should not be an inherited thing. He was too young and we knew this.” Angela wasn’t trying to sass Mendean but he was a child in her eyes. 

Her eyes washed over Dalanesca and she moved with Moliira causing a smile to erupt on her face. “Maybe it is my magic in her Moliira? No, I doubt it.” Angela chuckled a bit. “I do believe that the Voice is liking your offering to help fix their realm.” A protective hand went over her baby belly as she thought about it. “Triune is three and we are few. We are the proud who stand to call the conclave when the time is near. We fix the problems that of which Mortals cannot. The gods listen to us like a lullaby sang from their mother’s lips.”

Angela’s fingers came up as she played with Moliira’s locks. “Do not murder me Sister. You have beautiful hair.” She fixed a strand and stared at Dalanesca. “One moment.” From there Angela sucked in all of her magic in the area. The Blinded Scales became wholly Dalanesca’s once more. The Triune goddess let out her first yawn. “I could use a nap now.”

Author: Moliira, Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2016 10:01 PM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

There were strange things afoot, and Moliira didn't much like any of it.  And it irritated the drow quite a bit when she couldn't figure out what exactly was going on.  There was something niggling at the back of her mind, like a secret trying to worm its way to the surface.  She was about to go visit Natsumi again when one of her clergy members came sprinting into the stone circle.  The young drow male's face was ashen, but he quickly told her of the chaos ensuing in Dalanesca's realm.  It seemed that was more pressing at the moment. 

Yanking on her boots, the drow quickly sketched a sigil in the air, opening a gateway for herself to Dalanesca's realm.  What she saw, and felt, wasn't exactly what she had expected.  It took a few long moments for her to take in the sites, to try and understand just was going on.  She wanted to ask Angela what exactly was going on, but that questioned remained unasked.  Natsumi had done… something, and Moliira had a feeling that she would not be seeing the odd fox-girl again.  It was sad, but there were times that the deities were quite transient. 

She spoke softly first to Angela.  "We have lost our brother.  I know that you feel it as well…" Moliira said, then turning her eyes to Dalanesca.  There was something subtly different about the Justicar, and it was likely that she did not even know it herself just yet.  But the drow couldn't help herself sometimes.  "Dalanesca, I would say it's fair to believe that you're picking on Mendean's slack.  Nicely done.  Need any help, Sister?" Moliira asked, her tone shifting only slightly.  There was a true offer of help in her voice, though the amusement lingered in her eyes.

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2016 4:03 PM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

“I know what a kiln is,” she said offhandedly, managing to laugh a bit.  “I was more questioning as to why my realm needed to be turned into a giant kiln, but I think I am beginning to understand, at least partially,” she said.  She watched closely as Angela began to craft a staircase, finding it wonderfully amazing that it was made out of trees.  She wanted to laugh at the Goddess’s nonchalant attitude towards the magic, but the stress from the amount of power drawn from her body was quite literally killing her.

It seemed like Angela had crafted a cannon, but Dalanesca was uncertain as to what she was going to accomplish with it.  As though Angela could read her thoughts, she offered an explanation.  “You’re going to what?” she asked, though was silenced as Angela pushed a potion into her hands.  She drank it as Angela explained what it was, immediately feeling the Triune Goddess’s energy flowing through her.  “A witness?” she asked, managing to get back to her feet.

She watched in awe at first, which then turned to fear as she heard the sounds that Angela’s magic was making as it mixed with her own - suddenly a blinding light engulfed the two of them and shot forward into the air towards the sky, a ball of her own power encompassed with Angela’s.  The rift in Malum (and the one she had created in Sanctus) were sealed almost immediately, but a new tear appeared in the sky, and she could make out a figure, who Angela seemed to shout at angrily.

When Angela turned back to Dalanesca, the goddess looked bewildered for a moment.  “Shattered reality?” she asked, her eyes wide - though something inside of her told that she needed to focus her energy coupled with that she had temporarily received from Angela, and shot a bolt of pure power towards the tear in the, hoping it would accomplish its sealing - something told her that it was what she needed to do.  "I hope this is right," she called over the roar of the magic escaping her.

Author: Angela Rose, Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2016 12:00 PM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

Angela’s green eyes had wavered on the goddess, even thinking about not doing it. She looked weak, in truth she was sucking the very life force of the woman out. However, Angela had gauged the woman already to be able to deal with the events taking place. “A kiln is something a pottery maker puts his pots in and heats it up.” She smiled as she informed the girl.

Taking the jar Angela looked at it before creating a staircase made of trees. Humming softly as she worked she began to shake the pot. The contents of the magic began to pour out and when it began to float Angela squished it back down into the cannon. “No you don’t. No escaping for you.” She hummed softly as she threw the pot down and watched it break. There was not a drop of power left in it as she climbed back down.

“Oh, I’m going to rip a hole into the world and seal your problem up.” A smile came to her lips as explained. “You have to live through this. You are weak.” A potion came to her hands. “Drink this, this will keep you at least living for the next part. I infused it with my own power. I will grant you it enough to watch what I’m going to do. Mainly because I need a witness.”

Going to the very bottom of the cylinder she began to swirl her magic. It was drowning out all the sounds with its humming, no her magic was singing. It wasn’t nearly as large as Dalanesca’s but it didn’t need to be for this next part. The cylinder began to glow and horrid sounds came from within it as if explosions were happening up the tube.

The next thing that would come was a blinding light before they could see the giant mass of Dalanesca’s magic with Angela’s swirling around it. It looked like a projectile from hell as it shot up into the air. 

Upon hitting the sky, it not only sealed the rift but began to crumble the sky into oblivion. A new larger crack remained but Angela watched as Dalanesca’s magic was returned to her. The new hole was nothing something she was too concerned about. Looking down from the hole was a figure, short but Angela knew who it was.

“We’re even now!” She pointed to the figure. “Alright, fix it.” She ushered Dalanesca. “You did it, you fix it.” She was proud of Dal. “Won’t be that hard for someone who can shatter reality.”

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2016 11:46 AM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

She watched Angela with interest as she commanded her clergy around, trying to figure out what the goddess had planned.  The clergy brought her many bags of red clay - the substance which she had requested from them.  The clergymen and clergywomen looked very tired - but Dalanesca imagined that they were nowhere near as weakened as she was feeling.  They asked the Triune Goddess what was needed of them and she told them they had accomplished what was needed, and to sit back and watch.

The reassurance that Angela offered Dalanesca, telling her that she would be fine, was not enough to relieve her of the stress the ordeal was putting on her.  She could feel her actual life draining from her body as she exerted all of the power she possibly could into the pot.  The swirling gray smoke was beginning to spill over the edges of the pot, but somehow stay contained at the same time.  

When Angela told her that she had turned the realm into a kiln, she looked confused.  Her eyes tried to find Marth weakly, but she had weakened to the point where she could barely turn her head.  She heard his voice, speaking to Iva, so she at least knew he was nearby.  “What do you mean, a kiln?” she asked.  She was so weak that she barely understood what was happening.

When Angela looked ready for the jar, Dalanesca slowly withdrew her hands and grasped the pot, handing it over to the earth Mother.  She fell to her knees on the ground and looked to Angela.  “What are you doing?” she asked.  How could she possibly know if she was ready without knowing what was going to happen?  “Marth’s safety - and moreso Iva’s - are a priority.  I am ready.  Tell me what I must do,” she said, her voice faltering slightly.  She was tired, but she knew that this was important for them to do.

Author: Angela Rose, Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2016 11:04 AM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

Angela waved her finger and smiled. “If it were easy I would have asked a mortal.” She gave a wink and a nod before waiting for her bags of red clay to come. The bags were stacked in front of her and she appeared amused. The clergy looked tired as they put their shovels and extra bags down. “Thank you. You may rest now or watch what I’m about to do.”

“Still think you can create it on your own.”

“No, it would be tied to a deity. What we need is ties to a mortal realm to help fling Dal’s magic up there.” She pointed up to the crack and smiled. The clergy’s eyes opened as they understood her words finally.

“What do we need to do?”

“You? Nothing. You lot just stand back and let us handle it from here on out.” She looked over at Dal and noticed how tired she was. “You will be fine Young One.” From here on out Angela opened the sacks of clay and began to build what could only be described as a long cylinder.  It was pointing right at the crack.

Angela’s fingers got dirty at first but soon she was using her magic to form it and harden the clay. Giant flames came out of no where as Angela whistled. “Alright… Congratulations I’ve turned your realm into a giant kiln.”


Taking a few steps forward she held out her hands for the jar. “What I need you to do is not panic with what I’m about to do. The slightest bit of panic is going to make this cylinder back fire on all of us possibly killing Marth and Iva. I will forgive you for Marth but not for Iva.” The goddess glared for a moment but it was clearly as joke.

“Are you ready Dalanesca?”

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2016 10:47 AM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

Dalanesca was pleased that Angela seemed to approve of Marth - the fact that she was allowing him to address her by her given name and not her divine titles was enough to prove that the earth Mother was trusting of him.  She assumed that part of Angela’s trust for Marth stemmed from the fact that she trusted Dalanesca. 

She grew quiet as two conversations happened simultaneously - Marth explaining what Maulm and Sanctus were to Iva quietly, and Angela giving Dalanesca an explanation on what could possibly happen - and that Marth needed to keep an eye on the little imp.  Dalanesca inadvertently chuckled as she realized that Angela was requesting Marth be nothing more than a glorified baby sitter- to which he surprisingly agreed, albeit a bit begrudgingly.

Dalanesca nodded when Angela told her that what they must undertake would use a great amount of power and could possibly fracture the realm further.  “If that is the sacrifice that must be made to save Revaliir, then it must be done,” she said.  “My realm can be repaired easily - I am not so sure about the mortal plane,” she added solemnly.  

When Angela made the request for her to be the godmother of her unborn child, Dalanesca nodded, smiling happily.  “That isn’t even a favor!  Of course I would be happy to take that role,” she said.  Soon, however, the happy conversation was over and Dalanesca’s power was overtaken by Angela’s, though it was not wearing her out as it was willingly allowed.  

She could feel Angela’s power overwhelming her own, but she was at peace with the fact.  When the Blinded Scales began to fade into another scene, she realized that the Goddess was merging this realm with her own in order to couple the power more efficiently.  When the pot was formed, Dalanesca instinctively stuck both of her hands into the emptiness of the vessel.  A bright light began to emit from her left hand, filling the space with brightness, while dark black mist began to flow from her right, intertwining with the bright light to form a sort of grey smoke.

She could feel herself beginning to weaken as every ounce of divine power she held emptied into the pot that the earth mother.  “Angela… what now?” she asked, her voice giving way to the fact that exerting so much power was having a toll on her.

Author: Angela Rose, Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 3:32 PM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

Angela gave a smile as she met Marth. “You can just call me Angela. If you are close to Dal I’d imagine we will meet more.” 

“Malum?” Iva said back to Marth as she thought on it.

“I might have some ideas on how to fix it.” Angela gave a smile at Dalanesca. “It might require your Marth to babysit Iva. Gods know if we turned our backs on her, she might bring the whole Blinded Scales down on us!”

Iva began to cackle as if on command. “I’m not evil! I like this place!”

“Ten teachers, an odd number of babysitters, and many lovers later… I think you got yourself all wrong.” She reached over and pat the child’s head.

Iva allowed herself to be picked up by Marth and tilted her head at him. Her red curls were like fire, just like her mom’s.  “I actually have a better idea Marth, but it will require a lot of power. By that, I mean the full power of this place. It might begin to crack the realm but if you are prepared for that Dalanesca then we might just save Revaliir yet.”

Holding up a hand she sighed. “The only favor I want is for you to accept being this baby’s god mother. I’ll tell you his name later but Iva is not allowed to know.” She chuckled a bit as she moved about. “Now excuse me while I make myself at home for this solution to work.” Iva giggled a bit as the Triune Goddess’s power flooded the area.

It was drowning out Dalanesca’s but when Angela began to disperse the Blinded Scales for a platform, it became clear that Angela was merging it with her own temple. “This is temporary, just trust me.” 

Thinking on it for a moment she summoned some clergy. “I need red clay from Apoy, hurry hurry. It is a powerful magic conduit.”

“You could just make some yourself my lady.”

“Oh,  but I never get the color right. Just trust me.” She shooed the clergy member away into a portal. “A lot of it. Try to get it by the bag full.” She dragged Dalanesca over and formed a pot. It looked simple not overly decorative. “You, fill this pot with as much of your power as possible. I’ll sustain the blinded scales so it doesn’t collapse. It’s the reason why I formed it with my own temple. You need to put everything you have into this little pot and just trust me.”

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2016 4:17 PM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

Dalanesca was barely given a moment to identify the woman and child who had appeared in Marth’s tower before the child was screaming for her and climbing up her form.  She let out a laugh, holding tight to Iva as she scaled up to Dal’s height.  “Iva!  It’s wonderful to see you,” she said, a bit surprised that Angela had brought her with, but happy to see the girl none the less.  She looked to Angela, smiling woefully.  “Angela… thank you so much for coming at such short notice,” she said, her gratefulness truly apparent in her face.  

Iva’s outburst caused Dalanesca to chuckle.  Of course, she was aware that Angela, Mother that she was, was with child, but she hadn’t quite thought that the unborn’s name would be such a hilarity for Iva.  When she asked Dalanesca if she was with child as well, her face turned bright red.  “Um, no, sweetheart… Auntie Dal is not having a baby,” she said.  She chose not to comment on whether or not Marth was getting ‘touchy’ with her, shooting him a knowing and flirtatious glance without Iva being able to see. 

An eyebrow quirked at the thought of the child being named Moss, and the exchange between mother and child.  “Don’t drag me into this, Iva,” she said, scoffing.  “You know that I love you and would spoil you to no end… but you mustn’t tell lies when you’ve gotten into trouble,” she added.  

She turned back to Angela, preparing to address the situation at hand.  “Malum has.. Fractured, somehow,” she said.  “We are unsure what…” she said, trailing off as Marth piped in to explain.  When he had finished, including his offer of making Iva a magical dress, Dalanesca smiled softly.  

“Angela, you know I would never ask this of you unless I felt it necessary,” she said, her eyes pleading.  She shot Marth a glance, knowing that he was plotting something.  Though she could tell it was nothing overly worrisome, she did not need Marth upsetting the Goddess of Fertility, or the two would end up with an offspring of their own, regardless of if they desired it or not.  “If you can assist us with this, I will owe you a million favors,” she said, giving her a hopeful smile.  “I’ve already released Sanctus in hopes that it will help balance the negativity from Malum, but I don’t know how well that will stabilize things.  Do you have any suggestions?” she asked, hoping Angela would have wisdom to share with them. 

Author: Marth, Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 8:19 PM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

Marth smirked coyly as Dalanesca reappeared after dressing. “And here I thought I’d have my goddess dressed up in a sexy nightgown all night. Ah, well.” Mere seconds passed before Angela and Iva appeared in the room. Marth walked up and gave a polite bow to Angela - he knew she wasn’t particularly formal of nature, and he didn’t want to appear stiff and concerned in front of the child. The child’s presence is less than ideal, he thought, but she’s the daughter of a goddess. She can probably handle it.

“Lady Angela, how wonderful to meet you at last,” he said, his recently finished dragonscale armour clinking softly beneath his elaborate purple robes. He made a point of putting the Dragon Lance out of the girl’s reach before walking up to her with a playful expression, deciding he might as well keep the atmosphere defused - for her sake. “Hello, there, little princess. My name is Marth.” He looked to Dalanesca with a smile. “And if Dalanesca is your auntie, that makes me your uncle!” he said, booping the girl’s nose playfully. He let the conversation play out for a moment.

“You have no idea,” Marth said under his breath when Iva mentioned Marth being touchy. It wasn’t a secret that he and Dalanesca had a vivid love life, but he saw no reason to overtly shower the young girl with such statements. Instead, he waited until he saw an opening in the girl’s rant - luckily, Angela provided one when she mentioned hell raining from the sky. “You have keen eyes, princess Iva - that is not hell falling from the sky. That is a place called Malum - a place for people’s darkest thoughts.” He turned to Angela, his voice more serious. “Something has happened in Malum - a rift of some kind.” He stepped closer, getting out of the girl’s earshot, and addressing Angela directly. “Malum is bleeding into Revaliir. We don’t know how, exactly, but the projections that wander Malum enter Revaliir as full-blown manifestations.” He took a step back, returning to Dalanesca and Iva. “Dalanesca has opened Sanctus, the home for bright and happy thoughts, in a similar manner - in order to help combat the issue,” he stated. He stopped mid-stride as he got an idea.

He walked right back to Iva, and nonchalantly picked her up, giving her a seat in his arms. “Now, the thing is, we need help. Dalanesca’s apotheosis was recent, and we have very little grasp of what is going on. Our working theory is that she’s somehow had her connection to Malum weakened, for the disruption did not wake her from sleep. However, neither of us know who or what could have caused such a weakening to take place,” he explained, pacing back and forth in the room, casually flipping and tossing little Iva to entertain her. “So any knowledge you have on the subject would be of great help,” he continued, while Iva was dangling from his arms, swaying back and forth. “And if you could keep an eye on Revalite soil and check for corruption, that would be fantastic as well,” he said, before putting his little evil plan into motion.

“Of course… I understand if you’re busy. But if you do help, I promise to make little Iva here a pretty new dress - maybe even a magic one,” he said, smiling innocently at Iva - and not at all innocently at Angela. Refuse now, Marth thought, and your own legacy will plague you for hours on end. It was a petty trick, but Marth’s first priority was resolving the crisis - anything he could do to acquire Angela’s help was fair play in his book.

Author: Angela Rose, Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 12:30 PM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

Angela was in her throne room playing with Iva. They were playing a guessing game with what her new baby brother’s name would be. Things had gone rather well since Drae’s chat with Rohan’s spirit and even though it pained her not to see him again, she knew it was the right thing to do. Her dress this eve displayed her motherly womb in its full glory. It was flowy dress with long sleeves and her hair was pulled back.

“Is… it…. Rock?! Dirt?”

“No,” she laughed a bit at her child as the girl continued to name off elements and minerals. “You will never guess it in a thousand years.”

“BUT I DON’T HAVE A THOUSAND YEARS! HE IS BAKING RIGHT NOW! What if he gets burnt by then?”

Angela about lost it with her child when Dalanesca called her. Things appeared to be going wrong but Angela couldn’t quite keep the child here by herself. “Do you want to go see Auntie Dal?”

“AUNTIE DAL! AUNTIE DAL!” Iva dressed in one of her many creamed colored dresses danced around. Angela scooped her up and placed the small child on her hip before warping into the goddess’s realm.

When Iva’s brown eyes hit Dalanesca’s the child was squealing and climbing down her mother, only to climb up Dalanesca. “AUNTIE DAL!” Big kisses and a smirk from Angela to the goddess.

A protective hand was over her growing belly as she sighed. “Trouble is never far, so I thought you needed a ray of sunshine.” Turning her head for a moment to look Marth over suddenly a voice popped back up.

“IT’S TREE ISN’T IT! MY BABY BROTHER’S NAME IS TREE!”

Angela laughed harder, “No, it’s not Tree. You have to get a bit more creative than that child.” 

Iva looked from one person to the next before staring right at Dalanesca. “You aren’t going to have a baby too, are you? I heard people say that playing cards keep babies from coming when adults are very bored and have nothing better to do. Mama do we have playing cards for Auntie Dal if he’s.” She did a sassy hand flip towards Marth, “Is getting touchy like Daddy is touchy?”

Angela was snorting at this point trying not to laugh, “If they are being touchy, as you so call it, that is none of your business.”

“BUT IT IS MY BUSINESS BECAUSE MOSS IS IMPORTANT AND NEEDS ALL OF AUNTIE DAL’S ATTENTION.”

“His name isn’t Moss.”

“Well, why the hell not?”

“What?” The goddess shot her daughter a look and the child hid her face in Dal’s arm.

“Heck. I said Heck. Auntie Dal can tell you I am telling the truth.. and that I am a good girl and deserve sweets.”

Angela groaned for a moment and shook her head. “If you ever want a child to test for a while, you are welcome to mine.”

“We aren’t giving Acorn away!”

“HIS NAME ISN’T ACORN.” The goddess snapped and sighed. “We’ve been at this for hours Iva. You are never going to guess it. Now what is going on here? I see hell has started falling from the skies.”

“I don’t think that’s what hell looks like mommy… if it did Auntie Toya would be falling from it.” Angela smirked lightly at her daughter. "Mommy says I won't guess River's name in a thousand years. I'll be old and wrinkly and he'll be burnt in her oven cause he's a bun baking right now." Angela groaned silently.

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 12:12 PM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

Dalanesca frowned when Marth made mention of the Skylance not functioning, but she did not let that fact bother her overmuch.  “It’ll function again once we get order restored,” she said, her voice demonstrating the faith that she had in what she said.  Besides, Marth did not look as though he was overly affected, more inconvenienced than anything.  Between the two of them, they would be able to figure out a lot of different ways to accomplish what they needed to without the use of the Skylance.

She walked over to Marth’s desk as he sat down and hoisted herself up onto the surface, sitting down off to the side while facing him.  She remained quiet, nodding to affirm with Marth that she was in agreement of his recap.  She watched him with interest as he grabbed the abacus, but let out a laugh when he mentioned her state of dress.  “Getting dressed was not exactly at the top of my priority list,” she said, though the flush in her cheeks gave way to the fact that she was mildly embarrassed.  “I suppose before I ask for Angela’s presence I should probably make myself a tad more presentable,” she said.  

Turning back to the subject at hand, she thought for a moment, trying to see if she could remember anything she had been dreaming about, but the memories were clouded and she could not recall them.  “I sincerely doubt that I am the culprit behid this, but we cannot rule it out,” she said.  “I am not sure what would weaken me to the point that I was no longer connected to anything,” she added.  “I agree with you - we should venture into that idea a bit further.  

“You mean I’m stuck with you by my side?” she said, feining disappointment.  Even in dire times such as these, she felt humor was mildly important.  “I would rather have you by my side, anyways,” she continued.  “If something - or someone - is weakening my ties to my realm, we don’t know what other aspects of my power could be affected,” she said, the prospect worrying her.  She was just starting to get used to being able to use her powers to the best of her ability, she did not need something dampening them now.  

She nodded, hopping down off of the desk, her bare feet landing silently on the floor.  “I’ll be back,” she said, and moved to the doorway - but rather than continuing to walk, she disappeared from sight, making use of her ability to teleport within her realm.  A few minute later, she re-appeared, fully dressed in her normal garb of black leather corset and leggings with boots, her hair being the only mildly disheveled part of her ensemble.  She gave Marth a quick smile, and with her mind reached out to Angela, begging her to appear in the realm - giving the Triune Goddess full permission to appear at whichever point she wanted, at which point she and Marth would be able to ask her for her help.

Author: Marth, Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 6:05 PM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

Marth watched as Dalanesca released Sanctus upon Revaliir, and gave an approving nod. “That should buy some time and grant the people on Revaliir a little reprieve. However, now the Skylance is all but useless - the realm bleeds energy too quickly, and besides, we can’t see past the clouds or light rays.” This problem didn’t seem to affect Marth all that much - it wasn’t the first time one of his tools had been knocked out of play, and until other deities had been consulted, marth reckoned there were still plenty of hands to play.

“Before we contact Angela, let us recap.” Marth sat back down in his chair, looking on his desk. The crisis had left his usually impeccable office something of a mess, which in turn helped Marth stay focused on the crisis at hand - a messy desk was his reminder that he had more important things to think about than keeping his office tidy. “No more than half an hour ago, Malum erupted - without warning - and began bleeding into Revaliir.” Marth grabbed the abacus again, absentmindedly moving beads to symbolize the various events. “I didn’t get to see the opening phases, but I noticed rather quickly. Judging by your… state,” he said, clearly referring to Dalanesca’s light dress and her winded state upon arrival, “you got the message roughly ten minutes after it all happened. You were asleep at the time, so whatever caused this rift, was not so disturbing as to rouse you from your sleep.” Marth furrowed his eyebrows, as he was prone to do when in deep thought.

“It is possible that this means your connection to the realm was somehow weakened - seeing as the drastic change didn’t seem to afflict you. It would also explain why Malum refuses to close on your command.” He spent a few seconds pondering before resuming. “And it’d have to be a damn powerful force to do so. I think it is safe to say that some other deity - or similarly powerful being or organization - is involved somehow.” He rubbed his forehead, rummaging through his knowledge to find a suitable suspect, but drew a blank. “The only other possibility is that you did it, subconsciously - in your sleep. But now that you’re awake and the realm still bleeds, I find that extremely improbable.” He looked at the abacus, frowning. “Not to mention that you seem to have full control of Sanctus, or at least its relationship with Malum. No, I think it is better if we consider the ‘weakened link’ theory first.”

Marth got up from his chair again, narrowing his eyes at the chaos on either side of the tower. “With the tower tapping into both sides of the Blinded Scales, not protected by grey neutrality like the Grey Square, it is safe to assume that neither the Skylance nor any of my other projects - which are unfinished - will be operational until this crisis is resolved.” Marth tapped his foot, growing visibly frustrated with how little progress he was making on his own. “Which means… You and I will not be able to move independently. Which means I either stay here in the Blinded Scales to coordinate our responses, or travel with you.” He sighed, and turned to Dalanesca. “I know you don’t like it, milady, but I think the former is the best option.”

Marth looked out the window again. “Still, let’s play the hands we have before doing anything else. Upon reflection, lady Angela’s connection with nature and the earth should be of great help in assessing which areas are affected by which half of the Scales.” He turned back to Dalanesca with a firm nod. “And if some kind of healing is needed, I have a hard time imagining anyone more qualified to help out. Go ahead and contact her - have her meet us here, if at all possible. I would like to hear her thoughts and testimonies firsthand.”

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2016 2:15 PM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

Marth’s expression made it quite apparent to Dalanesca that he was already aware of the situation taking place in the Blinded Scales.  When he immediately began to explain to her what actions he had already sent into motion, she did not necessarily feel relief, but the anxiety she was feeling dwindled slightly.  She had not doubted that Marth would spring to action immediately - she was more worried about whether or not he knew what was happening, since it seemed to have begun in the middle of the night.  She was glad he had alerted the Fellhunter Fraternity as well, seeing as Martin had been of great help to them in the past.  

She relished in the brief moment of contact between the two, knowing all too well that now was not the time or place for any major displays of affection - the simple brush of his lips against her own was enough to suffice for the time being.  When he pulled away and continued speaking, she paid full attention to the options that he presented.  It seemed that his scholarly tendencies had momentarily taken over, and for that she was grateful.  She mimicked his frown when he mentioned the Skylance not functioning, but that was to be expected - it depended on the magic of the realm and the absence of balance would upset the power of the magic.  

She remained in quiet contemplation for a moment, wondering how exactly she could unleash Sanctus in the way that Malum had been - when it dawned upon her.  The realm was completely hers to control - all she needed to do to was will it to be so.  As that realization washed over her, she wondered for a brief moment if she had subconsciously released Malum in such a manner, but she swiftly brushed the thought off.  Releasing the energy of something in that manner would require a lot of concentration, and that was not something that could be accomplished without meaning to.

“So I will Sanctus free, and hopefully it will help restabilize the energy coming from Malum,” she said, nodding her head.  “Won’t necessarily get it back here, but it might help tone it down a little.”  She grew silent again, following Marth over to his desk.  “May I suggest we speak with Angela, first?” she said, her voice hinting at the fact that she felt quite strongly about this.  “I trust Moliira greatly, but I have known Angela for a much longer time,” she added.  “I knew her well before I ascended,” she added.  She looked to Marth.  “I’ll get this Sanctus situation taken care of, and then we can go see the Mother,” she said, firmly, as though she had made up her mind.

She walked to the center of the room and sat down right on the floor, crossing her legs.  Her nightgown spilling around her, she looked up at Marth, offering an explanation.  “I figure… all I have to do to release Sanctus is will it to be so,” she said.  Closing her eyes, she remained completely still and silent, focusing every inch of her conscience on releasing Sanctus.  Within minutes, a bright light shone through the windows from the direction of Sanctus, and her eyes slowly opened again.  She did not only look the polar opposite of what she had when she had delved into Myter’s mind - she looked invigorated.  “Wow…” she said, softly, getting to her feet.  “That was… that was different,” she said.  “It was like I could feel all of the energy being released from Sanctus… it was akin to intense happiness,” she added. 

After a moment of reflection, she put her full attention back on Marth.  “What do you think?” she asked, hoping that he would understand why she wanted to ask Angela for her assistance.  It was not that Dalanesca did not trust Moliira - she trusted the drow an impeccable amount.  Something about asking Angela just seemed more correct for the situation.  If Marth agreed, Dalanesca could easily request Angela’s presence without even leaving her own realm.

Author: Marth, Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 2:56 PM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

Marth was standing in his study, looking out the window behind his desk, his brows furrowed at the situation. An acolyte stood behind him, note in hand, ready for orders. “I want you to ensure this message finds everyone in the Fellhunter Fraternity,” he said, “Starting with Count Du Reolar. He’s the only one I am directly associated with.” The young prospective priest gave a stiff nod and hurried out. Marth remained, gazing at the carnage that Malum had been reduced to. While the Magisters had, understandably, prioritized alerting Dalanesca, the clergy had rushed to Marth, so he got the message at the same time as her.

It was not even a minute later that Dalanesca hurried into his study, winded and audibly affected by the events unfolding. Marth registered the anxiety, but he was already zoned in; Dalanesca was now in need of the Redeemer and Destroyer, not Marth. She’s frightened. Luckily, I have some experience with… Magickal catastrophe, he thought to himself. “I’ve sent an acolyte to alert the Fraternity,” he said, letting Dalanesca know he had already begun to act. “As well as instructed all clergy in the realm to move to major hubs for the same purpose.” The Fraternity knew how to fight darkness, but the masses needed to be informed as well. Marth had gone for a wide spread of cities, ensuring that the information spread covered all of Canelux and civilized Pravpora as quickly as possible. He turned around, and saw that Dalanesca had rushed to him in only her nightgown. Part of his facade faded, and he smiled, a reassuring, semi-professional, semi-affectionate smile that served to calm Dalanesca down. He went over to her, giving her a quick kiss before continuing.

“As for planning ahead, we have a number of options. Whatever caused this… temporal phenomenon in Malum, it is now affecting both the Scales and Revaliir. The Skylance has been knocked offline,” he said, frowning, “and the cloud over Malum prevents me from observing what is going on in Canelux. However, through conjecture, we possess some knowledge we did not possess before.” Marth grabbed an abacus, as a sort of visual aid, and began explaining.

“Clearly, Malum’s projections are capable of manifesting in more tangible ways that we realised,” Marth began, leaving the abacus be for a moment. “But the laws of the Blinded Scales still apply. As the activity in Malum intensifies, so does the activity in Sanctus - but since Sanctus represents benevolence and harmony, it’s barely noticeable.” To underline this fact, Marth took a few beads from the bottom of the abacus - painted black - and moved them to the other side, to represent the increased activity. He then did the same with the white beads, further up. “The difference in activity is due to the rift - I’m assuming that exposure to the much larger realm of Revaliir causes Malum to attempt to ‘fill the void’ so to speak, like air rushing to fill a vacuum.” Marth took a deep breath. “I’m thinking… If Sanctus was given the same opportunity, we could buy some time - Sanctus exists as a counterweight to Malum, after all, so it is safe to assume the two will not be able to overcome one another down on Revaliir either,” Marth resumed, while sliding beads to illustrate his theory. “This will at least partially prevent the spread of Malum’s energies into Revaliir, maybe even providing reliable havens for people to take refuge in,” Marth concluded.

He slid in behind his desk, and began pulling out maps and other documentation he typically carried with him while travelling. “That should be first on our to-do list. We know it is possible, we can be certain it won’t do any harm, and it will almost certainly buy us some time to figure out how to close the rift in Malum. If we cannot do so right away, however, we should get to the Conclave.” He stood up, and grabbed the Dragon Lance, rubbing it to make sure its Guardian enchantment still worked. Luckily, it did. “You’re still a young goddess, Dalanesca, and more experienced, knowledgeable deities might be well-equipped to help us here,” he said, as he finished his preparations to leave. “Besides, I can imagine some of them - Moliira, for example - could enjoy the sport of destroying Malum’s apparitions. Either way - release Sanctus, then go to the Conclave.” He looked at Dalanesca and gave her a firm nod. “As Redeemer and Destroyer, I advise you put these two things on top priority.”

Author: Dalanesca, Posted: Sat Jul 9, 2016 11:13 PM, Post Subject: Fracture [P][Event]

Dalanesca woke with a start.  Night had fallen over the Blinded Scales, and little to no light entered her chambers.  She found herself feeling startled, wondering what it was that could have woken her so suddenly.  She sat up, listening closely for whatever it could have been - but a pounding at her chamber door rendered such listening unnecessary.  “My lady, please!”  A muffled voice cried out from the other side of the door.  Dalanesca swung her feet quickly out of bed.  

“What is it?” she called, hurrying over to the door and opening it.  Jaraya, one of her younger Magisters, rushed in.  She was carrying a lantern lit with flame, her face bathed in the pale light.  Dalanesca could make out sheer terror on her visage, and tears streaked her face.  Jaraya forcefully shut the door behind her.

“They’re getting out,” she said, her voice trembling.  “They’re getting out and we can’t stop them, we don’t know how to stop them!” she cried, her words coming out jumbled.  Dalanesca firmly grasped the girl’s shoulder with one hand and her chin with the other, steadying her head and holding her gaze to her own.

“Calm down. Who is getting out?” she asked.  In all honesty, she was panicking, but she would not let the Magister see this.  She was worried, but had no clue as to what the girl was alluding to.  Jaraya frantically wrenched herself from Dalanesca’s grasp. 

“They’re getting out of Malum!” she cried.  Dalanesca’s eyes widened.  She remained silent for a moment, staring incredulously at Jaraya.  The most frightening aspect of the information that had just been revealed to her was that the manifestations in Malum were simply that - manifestations.  They were not actual beings.  Something must have happened to release the energies, but she had to figure out what it was. 

“What exactly is it that is getting out?” she asked, trying her best to remain calm.  Jaraya took a deep breath, returning from the brink of hyperventilating.  Dalanesca remained patient with her, knowing that any brash language or harsh reactions to her would not help get the information she needed.  

The girl took a steadying breath.  “I don’t… I don’t know,” she said.  “They look like people.  Like humans,” she said.  “But they’re not.  It looks… their veins are black,” she said, the horror in her voice audible.  “Alaric saw them coming,” she said, tears welling in her eyes again.  “He thought they were travellers… but they just took him down,” she said.  “They didn’t even have weapons… they just strangled him with their bare hands,” she said.

Dalanesca took a breath.  “I’ll get Marth,” she said.  The two were spending the night apart, as she had grown tired and he was still pouring over some books in the Two-Faced Tower.  While she knew that her divine will would inevitably be the greatest asset in solving whatever it was that was happening, she knew that Marth’s intelligence would just as useful.

Jaraya’s fearful voice piped up.  “Please hurry, m’lady,” she said.  The next words she spoke truly grasped the gravity of the situation:  “One of them… one of them reached the transport bridge,” she said.  “I think one of them got back to Revaliir,” she added.  Dalanesca’s eyes widened even a bit further, and she ran out of the room, towards the tower where she could find Marth.

She reached the Two-Faced Tower in record time, and she could hear primal screams echoing from the depths of Malum.  A dark cloud seemed to have risen over the area - she assumed it had to do with whatever was happening.  As she ascended into the area in which she thought she would find Marth, she called out to him.  “Marth, something’s happening,” she said, unsure of whether or not he had witnessed anything yet.  “Malum’s… fractured, or something,” she said, rushing into his quarters, her cheeks reddened and her eyes fearful, hoping that he would have the resolve to assist her in figuring out what was happening.