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amongwriters-archive · 5 years

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The High Houses — House Highland

History:

Hundreds of years before the gods were defeated, there was just a little group of humans who could manage to have a greater role than just being there and ruled over. Some managed to even rule.

And so one of the only and most noble houses of humans, House Tsathéin, ruled over the south-west and the mountain region of the realm of legends. They were known as their pure blood and not marrying into other houses. Until that one day.

It was the first time in the history of House Tsathéin that a child, which is not born as the one of two Tsathéin siblings but as the child of a Tsathéin and a simple woman of the underclass, was born. It was the first time a bastard was born.

This bastard was named Zathrian Thane and, as every bastard, he was named after the region he was born into, Highland. But nonetheless, Zathrian Thane Highland didn’t give up to show people that he was worthy, even if everyone insulted him.

Every day of his life he trained to be the general of his father’s legions but when his family heard from his wish, they laughed at him and told him never to be noble or good enough to get what he wishes for. First, he believed them but he realized that this couldn’t be his path, being a shame for his family and staying in the dark shadows. He had to step into the light.

And so he did. Years of training and trying to get his family's acceptance passed until his day had come. He was travelling together with a group of three dozen men from one Tasthéin-Mountain to another when he heard strange sounds coming from the east side of the mountain. The side where the frontier to the realm of tales is and it didn't sound like the soldiers were sent in the name of peace.

He didn't hesitate a second and immediately demanded his men to follow him so they could defend his region, the land of mountains and highlands. His brave men and the hostile legion fought night and day, many did lose their life but because of Zathrian’s knowledge about battles, strategy and the geography of the mountain, they had the advantage and won against the hostile legion.

It didn't take very long for everyone to hear about what happened in the highlands, nor what Zathrian did. His family was shocked when they found out that their bastard defended their land, but they were even more shocked when the gods themselves came to reward him.

Because of his bravery, great knowledge, and selflessness, they elected him to the first lord of a high house. The first and, until then, only high house, High House Highland.

After that, the House of Tsathéin lost with every year their importance until the whole house didn’t exist anymore. Lord Zathrian Thane Highland, the defender of the Mountains, and his heirs were the only ones to rule and to rule fair and noble over the highlands, strong as a bear and with dreams high as mountains.

Known Members (born into):

— ⚜️ Zathrian Thane Highland (*175 B.G.d — † 89 B.G.d)

— ⚜️ Bethan Highland ( *1 A.G.d — † 78 A.G.d )

— ⚜️ Caden Archlian Highland ( *2 A.G.d — † 85 A.G.d )

— ⚜️ Mathias Anic Highland ( *4 A.G.d — † 83 A.G.d )

— ⚜️ Ríona Highland ( *1418 A.G.d — † 1474 )

— ⚜️ Warrick Ever Highland ( *1423 A.G.d )

— ⚜️ Avynna Highland ( *1437 A.G.d — † 1459 A.G.d )

— ⚜️ Brina Highland ( *1439 A.G.d )

— ⚜️ Alistair Connell Highland ( *1451 A.G.d )

— ⚜️ Magnus Aureus Highland ( *1455 A.G.d )

— ⚜️ Thayer Alden Highland ( *1457 A.G.d )

Coloures and Symbols:

— Dark brown, wine red, copper

— bear and mountains

— Protection, Bravery, Geography, Defending

Usual Looks:

— brown, dark brown or copper coloured skin

— reddish brown curly hair

— golden, caramel brown or black eyes

Ruled Region:

— Southern Mountains

— The capital of the mountains in the south west,the principality of the Highlands, Cloch Oir

House Motto:

“No mountain will be too high for you to claim. You just have to stay strong as a bear.” — The founder of house Highland, Lord Zathrian Thane Highland

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luriashrine · 6 years

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The most bare minimum notes + characters

So here is a somewhat less messy version of my notes that I have for The Sands That Flow. I’ll be going over the setting such as Land of Decadence, briefly touch on Ariadyne, Rathmore as well, and small bios for the main characters then I’ll add the minor characters are included too. To start this thing off let’s start with the main premise of the story! I’ll maybe do a character study like I did with Celia... maybe. I have no clue.

+ Plot

Lost in a foreign land that is devoid of all hope, Ríona Ní Fannon is a runaway, fleeing from the sanctuary that the fort Rathmore could provide. Legends and myths surround the lands known as the Land of Decadence. It is the place where the end had started, where the Great Impact would change the planet for the worse. As for why Ríona would visit the land, worth noting that it was not out of whim for her to leave Rathmore, in fact, if it were up to her she would rather stay. But the sudden disappearance of her brother is what motivates Ríona... her desperation to find him and bring him home. Along the way, she meets an infamous creature known as the Celestial Husky; a beast that is said to bring bad omen. The wolf, known as Rinor, would prove to be a valuable partner during Ríona’s trek across the seemingly empty lands.

+ Characters

The main protagonist is named Ríona Ní Fannon a hardworking and earnest young woman yet all the same simple-minded, far too much of a free spirit. Only 19 turning 20 years old. At the moment she is the only one that keeps watch over the family farm all while studying to become a Druid; she wants nothing more than for Orrin to pursue knowledge so that he does not end up like the rest of the family: poor farmers who barely get by. Most avoid of the villagers avoid her due to A) her mercurial temperament that most teenagers seem to have and B) the fact that bad luck seems to surround Ríona. Though she carries the same values as the villagers in Rathmore and Ainscen in general that being a black and white view on things, she’s not one to judge and often treats everyone in the same manner whether they are bad or good. She has a love for tragic folklore and dark myths. Rumor has it when she’s not out drinking and gambling she’s out in the night air ghost hunting or searching for the spirits. Rather talented with bartering.

Orrin o’ Fannon is a precocious yet joyful young boy, only 15 he is incredibly mature than his sister and intelligent far beyond his age. Due to the constant praising, he would get because of his intelligence, he is rather arrogant and loves showing off his talent. That in mind, reasonable and still possessing a strong heart, often having views that are only “right” or “wrong”. Still carries a gold heart. Much like his sister, Orrin is also studying to become a Druid in hopes that he could deal with the more legal side of things. He had expressed interest in the lands where their ancestors once resided in and what lay beyond the fort. During a night of celebration that was in honor of their late grandmother Aslíng, he vanishes.

Rinor is a celestial husky, a group of dogs that is worshipped by the Ainscen out of respect, however, it is believed that they bring terrible luck/bad omen therefore many keep their distance from them. They are called celestial husky due to the constellations on their flanks. At first, he was pretty hostile towards Ríona but during their travels the two bond. He proves himself to be loyal and dependable, however, he is a dog as such he’s playful at the wrong moments, tends to not listen to orders, and has the worst attention span.

Maeve Ní Caellaigh is the elder cousin of Orrin and Ríona, providing wisdom to the two siblings. However, it’s not out of goodwill it’s mostly to mock the two specifically Ríona, indeed she looks down at them. Her beauty has caused her to be conceited and she is rather selfish. Quick to dismiss things that do not interest her, she’s not afraid to let her nasty thoughts to be known.

Fintan or Fin O’ Sullivan is friends with Ríona and Orrin, being around the same age as Orrin rather his a year older than him. Pretty upbeat yet eccentric. He has a one-track sort of mind.

Muirín Ó Braonáin, Ríona’s childhood friend. One to follow the rules, he can be strict however it’s out of good intentions. He’s on the quiet side and is an introvert.

Roux, known as The Scarlet Assassin. She’s infamous for her ruthless, not at all afraid to kill off whatever comrades she made make if it means earning good money.

Blaise, leader of a group of outlaws. He can be unpredictable, it’s hard to tell what’s truly on his mind due to this and that’s what makes him intimidating. Many try to avoid crossing his path, meeting him once could only mean death. Much like Roux, he rarely spares anyone. For some unknown reason, he is obsessed with the Ainscen.

Libra, a simple merchant who was once a part of a cult that was researching a cure for the disease that’s rampant in Land of Decadence. Now he just travels around the lands with a partner of his, named Gemini.

???, leader of a cult of scientists who practice a more spiritual form of alchemy in hopes of curing the disease. They believe in the myths of a time long ago, convinced that there’s some degree of fact to be found in them.

Lucello, he’s a mischevious traveler who claims that he is studying the environment and the changes in it. Known to lie he speaks in a cryptic manner.

Location, Location, Location. + Ariadyne

A city in the sky where the rich, politically important figures, and the city planners for the city reside. While hard to see in Ainjeca due to the distance it’s easy to spot in Land of Decadence. Once, the people of Ariadyne would take resources such as important minerals and whatever food they can find or take from the remaining farmers. Those days are long gone and rarely does anyone come to the surface. The residents seemed to have predicted The Great Impact but plans for the city were in development before the signs that The Great Impact would occur.

+ Rathmore

A village that borrows from Celtic culture. It is one of the more larger forts with circular walls protecting the village, Rathmore is known as a hill fort. In the very center of it, there is a cool cavern protecting whoever lives or works down there from the heat. Here there are a few settlements for the wealthy and enough room for the merchants set up shops; it acts as a bazaar of sorts. Outside of the caverns, the village is filled with houses known as roundhouses made of local materials such as mud and straw or woven wood, there are no windows and straw roofs cover the house and near the river, there are houses known as crannog. Traditions and myths are the foundations of the village, therefore, the villagers are extremely superstitious as well as religious since myths are intertwined with stories about God, spirits, and other divine beings that are lesser gods. Death is an important part of their culture and they respect the departed. Funerals are held by first, burning the deceased into ashes and then using a large enough urn to place food for them to the afterlife and sending them off by placing the urn in the river Styx, a starting place for the deceased to begin their journey to the Otherworld to meet with the mother of all life, God. The funerals are almost festive like with maidens singing to the dead in order to soothe their spirits throwing flower petals from the sacred springs and dancing to bards singing the goodbye song Don’t Weep Over My Grave. The living relative is the one who carries the urn and leads the legion of maidens, bards, and funeral goers. After the funeral, there is a festival and upbeat wake in order to appease the departed and sharing good stories about them in remembrance of the time they spent on the planet. There is a lot of drinking to be involved and bar fights are pretty common. Rathmore is governed by the chieftain and a council of six wise elders however the council is quite corrupt mostly due to their built up paranoia that one day Rathmore will either be discovered by outsiders from Ainjcea or marauders raiding their village which has happened a few times; therefore they are incredibly strict about the rule that you cannot leave the fortress should anyone break the rule then a force known as The Guardians would chase after the deserters and bring them back dead or alive; very few can leave the village merchants are one of them, Guardians as well to escort the merchants, and the chieftain. That said, none of the villagers want to venture outside of Rathmore since they are aware of the great impact yet not the effects, they believe that the lands are dried up, a giant dust bowl. Outside the village is a green forest surrounded by mist and small mountains, the Forest of Paradise is not too far from the village, it’s about a half an hour walking distance. Farmers are known as Planet Soothers despite having this titled and the fact that they are the backbone of society, they are low class often poor. They live outside the center village in a place known as The Hothouse District for large land use. However, because of climate change, it's getting rough to grow crops during summer and winter solstice so many have taken to raising animals. Animal farmers are wealthier yet not as much as merchants or doctors and teachers(Druids).

#ramblings ;#that's all I can share ;v; told you that it's super short and provides some information. hopefully enough #feel free to ask any questions!#most of the info are on my twitter i realize... orz

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rionas-path · 4 months

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rionas-path · 6 months

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Chapter 7

To Traverse the Frozen Plains

LV. “For one final time young lass; by the curse, what dost thou plan to find?” Reeled off the old goddess, nonetheless, the girl listened not, Merely cursing under her breath as the bitter cold she fought Chilled her down to the very bones, and whilst her plans had all aligned, She could not have imagined the prospect of a snowstorm’s surprise. Yet, slow down she could not, for fear of her tribe’s pursuit unwise. Her travels northward need-be continued with pace and clear mind, Even when the snowfall of knee height, demanded all her strength combined.

LVI. Her slender yet strong build struggled to make solid progress Through the difficult, icy terrain; all while the grating voice Of the divine made efforts to undermine the headstrong choice To persist in the blizzard. Lo! Up ahead she saw something egress And appear at the edges of her sight. A natural, rocky ceiling Of a stone-faced, steeply-angled gorge. Winter now revealing A vast riverbed, humbled to a brook during the white dressed Moons, awaiting the water’s release of Young Verdure’s excess LVII. Thereupon, she could claim a few resting breaths of reprieve From this raging storm. As she reached the rocky overhang, A cave’s entrance awaited her further inward as the breeze sang Along the large grey boulder behind which it hid. Relieved For long, she was not. With every step, an ominous tension grew In the flow surrounding her. This entrance made her feel askew. As anything could be waiting inside, she did her spear-staff retrieve, Gripping it hard and inched closer, counting on her vigorous heave.

LVIII. Aurianne uttered with a reserved voice, her demeanour contrasting Her usual self: “Ríona, please! I know we might not see Eye to eye on a vast array of matters…” She made a plea. “However, trust me for once and do so without delay or waiting On fate! Keep thy wits about thee and do not enter that cave!” The blizzard’s winds began crashing into the entrance wave After wave, forcing the duo to rush inwards and hiding Away behind a stone, as the wind kept over their heads blasting.

LIX. Then Ríona extended her digits and charmed the flow about her, Producing a radiant light in the palm of her hand. Before them shaped a receding wall made from rocklike sand Slowly sloping downward, further away from the lit up blur That was the flowlight. Though the howling outside persisted And a few snowflakes still rushed in behind as if assisted By a force Innerwordly, they were safe from the cold stir Of the blizzard. At last, the demigoddess did her thoughts confer.

LX. “Alas, we have no choice now but go onwards.” She exclaimed But was promptly interrupted, “Hark thee! Halt still this moment!” The goddess cut in, having read every nook, cranny, and component Of the youth’s mind in these past few hours after having been drained Of her wakefulness. “Thou hast no plan. Thou wishest to blunder Thy way into finding this icon thy mind hast built up with wonder From my tales? The Tsar is a lost man, forsaken and duly shamed For his madness! I have told thee; he cannot answer thy question pained!”

LXI. This stopped Ríona in her track as she began her reply With ferocity: “This is convenient for you, is it not? You with Your little game of lies, schemes, delving deeper into myth. Always with remarks, always with scrutiny? I cannot lie, I know my chances slim, but I’m taking destiny into my grasp, Forging my own path, damned be all!” she scoffed with a loud gasp And stood up from her crouched stance before adding a baulking sigh: “Whatever waits inside; they’ll be more helpful than your false cry”

LXII. Aurianne now in shock, exclaimed: “Me, unhelpful? All I’ve Ever done has been me giving my all to thee, dear lass!” This annoyed Ríona more than ever: “Your tales caused this impasse At which we stand! Your handiwork, your lies through which I strive To find the truth! Why did you have the Legend’s Quarry removed? What lays inside the poor Tsar’s mind?” her mental toll disapproved With her anger. The goddess knew little would satisfy the girl’s drive In search of clarity, thus she looked for a ways to contrive.

LXIII. One plan spurred to her mind’s forefront. If only she could get Close enough, she’d be able to bury the truth hiding Inside the elder demigod’s body. With resigning Inflection she spoke: “All right! I’ll help thee find this Tsar, don’t fret!” This brought Ríona to a halt. Though often after nagging At the goddess, she’d give in and amuse such curious thinking, Yet this was too easy, farfetched after the trickery she set In motion this past night. In doubt, she took caution as if ‘ere a threat

LXIV. Alas, before she could even pursue the spirit’s intention, A reverberating noise came from deeper inside the grotto, Bringing interruption to Ríona’s mistrustful mind’s flow Through which she couldn’t untangle the plans of Aurianne’s invention. The sounding quickly became her priority as it seemed to advance Ever closer. By mistake, she let go of the light which would dance And flicker about the cavern, casting light in vast dimensions Along all the aciculate dripstones, the ground’s fangs now in attention

LXV. Slowly, the reverberations became three distinct sets of paces; Accompanied by sporadic earthfall, though one step lagged. Soon followed peculiar low cackles, grunts and other jagged Bellows that certainly did not come from any gentle places Which Ríona would know. Without a doubt not Outerwordly. Then one of them spoke up to a shout, yet still sound unclearly Echoed about due to the cave’s natural reverbing spaces, And continued to leave aural sensations with haunting graces.

LXVI. The voice was raspy yet feminine with a spine-chilling Animalistic peculiarity looming about it, And heartbeat after heartbeat, step after step, bit by bit The figures approached as the duo waited silently, revealing Two, not three outlines as Ríona had previously believed. Indeed, one appeared crouched and missed a front limb, the other removed And stoic. Ríona now forthwith recognized these thrilling Beings: The Fox; rabid, and the Maven were now appearing.

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Chapter 8

The Divine Counsel

LXVII. The Fox of Blunder perched on a boulder and puffed cold air Into the darkness before her, letting out another rasp: “Come out child, us two wish but speak!” Quickly, the Maven would grasp Attention from all, shutting down the Fox with a detached glare Of patience. There lied an uneasy tension between them. The Orb Maven spoke: “Silence your wretched grating. This mayhem Without doubt scares the child.” His voice a slender silent prayer. “We wish no harm, but thou wouldst not know; of this I am aware.”

LXVIII. As if controlled, Ríona came out from her hiding place While Aurianne tried to pull back on their frame to no avail. The Maven murmured to himself: “As foretold, she is unveiled!” Soon raising his voice from a whisper, he added: “To not abase One’s petty prides, are greetings not usually in order With you people-folk?” He seemed to toy with the girl but did not harbour Any expression which would signify that on his blank face. Finally, Ríona could see the divines with her eye’s embrace.

LXIX. Fiery eyes adorned in purpurate flames shone in the dark. An ever present aura hovered among them, signifying The godly presence was not to the corporeal complying. It was entirely possible, Ríona thought, she’d mark Her entry into a realm between both worlds. Her senses tingled In the embrace of the macabre flow, which tugged and wrinkled Voraciously about her frame, spiralling with a spark Of wonder and eeriness, yet blind to eyes without remark.

LXX. Zalith Rouge was a hooded figure, clad in alabaster. Only now did his four, upper extremities become Apparent; three clutching and caressing the orb in humdrum Motions, while it was being held close to his chest. The forecaster’s Innerwordly gaze seldom ceased staring into the sphere. His remaining hand held onto an ornate staff which the seer Used for support. The god of time, always looked for disaster Within his artifact, absorbed into passage ever faster.

LXXI. His companion, the goddess of famine, always erratically Shuffled about, her animalistic habits never stopping. Nahesia’s head was adorned with a monstrous skull which horns were weaving And curving slowly backwards; its sharp fangs reached bestially Past her forehead. Around her eyes were large, blackened circles, Which brought even more contrast to the manic gaze of her pupils. Her long flowing hair was dotted with feathers, emphatically Placed fetishes and many other peculiarity.

LXXII. By virtue of her incessant shapeshifting, she often turned Between her forms partially, maintaining heaps of feral features Of her fox-like shape: the vestiges of fur and whiskers Lining her face, her ears bore the shape of a vixen – upturned, As did her tail and hind legs, tying together her two forms. Nonetheless, her most prominent feature; one which most alarms, Was the absence of her left arm; and just as any book-learned Scholar would know, a sacrifice in exchange for power yearned.

LXXIII. As impatient as clever, Ríona answered the Maven: “No need, for I know who you are, just as you know of me!” She began connecting the dots. The storm that had her flee Inside this cave was not natural in its sensation. “I know of all your tricks, Zalith; to use the Candlekeep’s Storm and lure me here! My attention no longer sleeps- Our attention, that is!” She tried to keep a calm haven In her mind but was in awe before the figures so graven.

LXXIV. The Orb Maven barely expressed it but was glad of her wit: “Thou art quick, indeed! Alas, I sense some Outerworldly restraint? Ah, but yes…” he gazed at his orb as if it were a saint, Ever so keenly. “Thou art lost, no? Thy heart does so admit. Thou seekest him but thou knowest not where thou mustest go?” His eyes focused on the orb which now sparked the nearby flow, His irises rapidly went to-and-fro, all across it. “Many a path do I see in thy plethora of outcomes which you could commit.”

LXXV. “One where thou end thy path short? Or perhaps this other one? Where thou shalt thy destiny fulfil? Or some of these which even To me, are obscured?” the god meandered. She perceived this in Aurianne as well, this annoying tendency that to her was no fun. In fact, she hated it the most. She took a receding stride And ‘fore she could express herself, Nahesia jumped in and denied Her the chance, crying out the obvious: “Of all, bar none, She must hate this toying! Better not act. Too late to run!”

LXXVI. “Better yet, stand thy ground and be bestowed upon a boon!” Now the girl’s hair stood on end, as she felt Aurianne tug at every limb. Uncertainty now filled all the pores of her body to the brim. Ríona replied anxiously to the goddess’ taunt: “If your tune Did sing of aid, you’d step aside!” Disquiet grew inside Her heart, yet before she could even think to make a stride The Orb Maven hovered over her left shoulder to prune Out further recess. She felt utterly alone and marooned.

LXXVII. For this brief moment, the essence of Aurianne dispersed, And the ghastly gaunt features of the Maven’s bearded face Became more apparent, his hooked nose carving a dark embrace About his face and his eyes, though flaming orchids, dead and cursed, Empty of all emotion. He gazed past her into the void, Continuing his inhuman act which gave him such utter poise. Slowly he moved his eyes to meet hers. He spoke with his well-versed And astute qualities. His words, though cutting, without bloodthirst.

LXXVIII. “Did the Great Arabæl ask for the Price when the Godly Grant Bestowed upon him his boons? He did not! Did the eloquent Queen Zora Deny all modicum when all she possessed was no more in her aura To exchange? She did not! Did even Chief Audar ask for pittance scant In exchange for thy life when he sensed power? He did not. He had seen and he had taken what was to be his onslaught! Divines find recompense in manners thou envision can’t. So, do not ask but bowest thy head and accept this flow’s implant!”

LXXIX. This was, she noted, the only time he ever gazed away From his artifact. The expression blank, as he calmly raised His orb before them with his gaunt hands. The sphere by light glazed And ever brightly shining. Ríona looked towards the display Inside the sphere. At first cloudy, then suddenly she saw A route – no; remembered it. This was as if the orb could draw These pictures from memories of something alien and relay Them into hers. She now had the scent of a safe pathway.

LXXX. An exit appeared on the other side of this dark cave And then… a plain? Covered in ice and snow; and further still Up the foothills through which the great river flowed down the kill From the base of a vast lake. Skipping across every wave, The path climbed only a few hundred paces up the shore bank, Until it reached a towering keep, extending into the blank Sky of the Guardians. Just as quickly as this vision’s rave Began, it ended. Ríona’s path was now surely paved.

LXXXI. Thus, Zalith spoke a few words of closure: “To summon into the open, While thou art of people-folk, thou art also kin-in-kind, And while thou shalt surely atone in due time for thy bind, When the time comes, we ask that thou keepest this promise unbroken For our terms are surely merciful.” As soon as Ríona opened Her deep blue eyes, she found herself alone and abandoned. Without a trace the two gods left, as a silent wind unspoken, While Aurianne was still reshaping her form, yet to be woken.

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Chapter 1

The Trial of a Goddess

I. A figure great; about to fall. The air stands still on this night. In age primordial. More ancients cluster round the Queen. Whose gaze beset; now barely vibrant. Her glory demeaned. Skin pale as snow, beyond her sacred hue. Her wounds now bite. Throughout the Outerworld, echoes and spirits rage with tales, Hearsay or rumour. How does she fall? The Scheming Witch now trails The path of defeat. For now, she still stands before facing the light. What shall her victor’s verdict be? What dest’ny do they invite?

II. “Thy life forfeit for all thy sins!” bellowed the voice of Krikashe. “Led us astray have thee, Aurianne! Both thee and thy sister shall pay The toll of folly, of avarice: gaze at thine array Of crimes. Thou’st turned the Outerworld into a desert of ash!” The Shrewd Baron with blade in hand, now spoke to all who’d attend: “Her immortal soul I’ll give to thee, who’d renounce thy descent.” All suitors came with bountiful claims, and oft they would clash. None other as strong as Chief Audar, who won the soul in a flash!

III. With haste the Grandstand begins to crumble as the Sisters fall. The chief with child in arms awaits the arrival of one. A voice inside his head now speaks. Her tone is grand but stunned, She speaks of the sky, sea, land, of wind and flow. An attempt to enthral Her host’s mind before she’s even born into this life. But the chief knows one does not trust a goddess with lies so rife. She finally asks: “To whom would I serve and into their fate befall?” The chief looks down t’wards his child: “Ríona is what your host you’ll call!”

IV. The flow began to seep from every crevice on her skin. Slowly yet surely, her husk would be filled by a spirit guest. The goddess dipped and weaved her soul with the child now blessed By all her gifts. The host would bear the weight of their godly twin. Before all eyes the goddess’ frame would burn to crisp and perish, And in her wake, she made herself a promise so nightmarish That even the most courageous souls would not think to change or trade-in Their life for a chance at the powers of a god. Such roads all led to sin.

V. “Dear little one, I’ve come to make my presence recognized!” “I appear to thee as the mightiest. My knowledge wide in range And my wisdom clear!” exclaimed the goddess proudly with an estranged Demeanour about her. The void remained empty and sized Beyond the grasp of even the divine. But not a sound was spoken in return; now she knew where her fate was bound. The fires and waters would fight with grace but only be chastised And struggle till the dusk of light yet be by time revised.

VI. And though she’d rage, and though she’d scream into the barren void No word was spoken in return. She’d wait, and wait, and wait For anyone to answer back and finally take the bait. But after months of silent torture, the goddess was left devoid. Despite the poise she did possess, when sounds came from the spirit, She did rejoice and whispered back, though words still incoherent. “Rest now little one, let me, mighty Aurianne avoid Any and all troubles that may get both of us destroyed”

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Announcement

It brings great pleasure to finally announce the beginning of this long and arduous path! It amazes me how much time has already passed from the humble beginnings of the now ancient year of 2016 - nevertheless here we are!

Release Schedule

Starting from this Friday, the 18th of August, 'Ríona's Path' shall be releasing a chapter every fortnight. However, in efforts to bridge the grueling wait, sporadic content relating to the wider world of the epic shall be posted in between.

Questions

Found in the sidebar under 'Hast thou inquiries? Askest away!', questions are always welcome! They can relate to the plot (e.g. explanations in standard modern English), the lore, the soundtrack, any combination thereof; or none of the above, yet still relating to the world of 'Ríona's Path'

Sidebar

Although still under construction, the sidebar holds vast resources which can further deepen your understanding of the overaching plot and the world in which it resides. It holds all 3 (and a half) holy pantheons, the glossary of all in-world terms (geography, magic, warfare, anachronisms, etc.), and all the characters which have appeared in the epic under 'Dramatis Personae'.

Soundtrack

With all my efforts being poured into the writing bits, I've had little energy left to finish the musical portion of this project, nevertheless, I do intend to fully complete the soundtrack to 'Book I.' till the end of the year, with the mixing of the title track 'A Raven Never Bites the Eye of Another', being my top priority. 27-minutes of virtuosic proggy goodness awaits

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Chapter 2.

The Flow of Beginnings

VII. “Of spring rains and summer storms, one could dream eternally. Through growing pains, our trials, and tribulations we all learn To make it through onto the other side and face the Flow’s burn.” Spoke avidly the great Shamaness, gazing o’er fervently At the demigoddess, though counting only a baker’s dozen moons She had eyes that sparked with intrigue and interest like none of her commune. A grand procession was now fully in action. So carefully Planned was the ceremonious reveal of the prophecy.

VIII. “Two silhouettes will merge as their shadows shall intertwine. A raven with two heads, disoriented.” The words usher In the crowd “Its wings still do not listen to one another. The path: one of many roads they’d take.” She made a sign. “But only one, the central one - lined with blood; red and blue. Only it leads towards the temple in the sky!” then withdrew Herself inwards did the Shamaness. In a recline She let out: “Where life and flow blend into a murky line.”

IX. Yet now the Shaman’s eyes turn ‘round, gazing into her own soul. A twitch in her posture, jerks back and forth. Agape now stands before The clan, prepared to proclaim aloud: “Our matriarch is no more! Now flesh and bone, no longer flow, but guided will be this foal Who carries her essence anew!” And then she twists back from vision’s dream. Now lifting the child close, the Shamaness whisper’s a scheme. “Fear not, mistress, your host guided shall be in ways of the ole’ Tribe mothers of our clan! To whom we pay respects and our toll!”

X. In eagerness’s grip, the Chieftain lifts from his throne of bone And hails to his warriors, his trusted warband, with a call To arms: “Prepare your spear-throwers, your Raven wings and stand tall Alongside your brethren as we rejoice! For it’s time for us to hone Our skills of combat, our skills of war!” A yell now spread across The chieftain’s hall. The feathered raven helm he donned with a toss, Then took his seat again. As commotion spread, his child would moan And cry, and the weakened chiefess would her husband’s choice bemoan.

XI. “The struggles of our peoples remain as they fail to make ends meet, Our sacred babe still younger than the twelve moons that lead us, And yet thou call’st upon thy Balthazaran rage and not discuss With me this foolish plan of grandeur! To hast the world at thy feet? Heed the horn’s call, my Ydith’s gift.” The chiefess shook in displeasure And disagreement “Listen to my wisdom at length and at leisure: The Tribe Mothers who come before me all stir and retreat, Now I too am stirred!” Then she shook once more in partial defeat.

XII. Chieftain Audar now grants himself a moment of suspense As he gazes down upon his raven-feathered helm now held In his hands. His gaze then catches his wife, and lastly compelled To glance at his child, before he’d too foretell the coming events: “Though our gift of Ydith’s is still young, our army must convoke And thus, make ready for the time when our child is grown to invoke Her right to lead. To that end our Tribe Mothers stir without pretence! The stir which you have felt; The call to our destiny’s defence.”

XIII. The chiefess scoffed, gave her chief a scornful gaze that pierced through His very essence, then looked aside with absent eyes removed From the world that surrounded them. Her yearning breath disapproved With the storm foretold: “Thou only gazest at thy point of view, To thy pride! Never giving a single thought upon the flow’s touch! Thou’st failed to tend to thy gift, my heart, as each moon’s passage I’m begrudged To give. Let Ríona enjoy her youth without the need to brew More pain in this world.” She hoped her words would finally cut through.

XIV. “And if that my final wish should be in this forlorn Outerworld, So be it!” The chiefess exclaimed as Audar stepped close, Attempting to embrace his wife. He’d noticed her throes Of pain and weakness that would gnaw at her as she twisted and turned In her feeble slumber. Despite her affliction, she’d push her love away “And only now thou would’st tend to me when I express my dismay?” A downpour of tears would stream down her cheeks, as her soul unfurled Before her husband, but still was heedful of what could go unheard.

XV. Chiefess Eleanore now approached the cradle in which the child Was fast asleep. She caressed her daughter’s dark golden hair And collected her head. Clutching the babe close to her fair Skin that now gleamed in the moonlight; the clouds dispersed in a wild Flurry of breezing winds. She made her way towards the egress But before her exit from their quarters, she looked at Audar, caressed His cheek and spoke her final thoughts “Don’t follow and don’t be riled Up if I am late to bed. Thou should’st ponder, perchance reconcile…”

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