Chains of Crimson (Kaie, Vanari)

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Known as the Celestial Seat, Nyka is a religious city in Northern Sylira. Ruled by four demigods and traversed by a large crevice, the monk-city is both mystical and dangerous. [Lore]

Chains of Crimson (Kaie, Vanari)

Postby Balderdash on December 24th, 2013, 10:25 pm

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Sometimes, the beginning of a dark descent isn't a mutilated woman, or instructions to kill a man and a bad case of amnesia, but a simple letter. In this case, a simple note delivered by an adorably chipper little deer-like creature called an Infik to an adorably lovestruck little Vantha called Vanari, from a Myrian called Kaie, with a request to come to a derelict bloc of houses hugging the Aperture's edge that had been abandoned due to instability in the rock.

And this is where things may have, to an observant person, seemed off. Naturally, such a summons would suggest that Kaie was in Nyka... But Myrians weren't allowed inside the city. Why would she be here, then? Did she have a death wish?

Of course, Vanari couldn't know that the poor girl had arrived in chains, or was currently languishing in a subterranean chamber that was carved into an abandoned basement in a moldering wooden cage, while unnatural incantations echoed across the walls and the stink of meat and mildew hung in the air like cobwebs.

No, she couldn't know that. But she could know that something was wrong. If only by the shaky handwriting, and the artificial tone of the thing. Meanwhile, Kaie had problems of her own to think of.
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Postby Vanari on December 25th, 2013, 12:23 am

















Vanari stared hard at the set of large, doey eyes that now blocked her doorway. Had she finally lost it? Was her mind now rebelling for the horrible ordeal she'd put her body through for the past thirty seven days with hallucinations of ridiculously adorable animals showing up mysteriously at her tavern room?

"Oh look, seems you've got a message, newcomer," one of the other guests at Safehaven noted absently as she passed, as though there was nothing strange at all about a small, deer-like creature playing courier in a city full of monks. "You might want to take it," the woman warned as she headed downstairs, "before the Infik gets impatient and nips you in the knees."

Ari looked down. She was, quite honestly, more concerned with its sharp little horns, but did as she was advised. The Vantha sank down on the heels of her feet and examined the curious creature. It shifted impatiently on its hooves, likely wondering what was taking this large thing so long to get the flat thing from its pouch thing.

Well, there was a harness, so she might as well start there. Slowly, she peeked around the Infik's furry shoulder until she spotted a container of sorts. Then she opened the top flap and retrieved a plain looking envelope, refastening the clasps aftewards. The Infik did not immediately leave, however, as Ari was now scratching it under the chin, cooing and gushing at how darling it was, letter temporarily forgotten. One back hoof tapped the wooden floorboards in pleasure, drawing a helpless, doe-eyed look of adoration from the Vantha's own face.

Then it was gone, click-clacking down the stairs and zooming off and away.

Ari sighed. "Bye, bye, little friend." She straightened herself up and stared at the envelope, closing the door behind her as she walked over to her rickety bed and sank into its lumpy mattress.

She'd only just arrived this morning...how could there be a letter for her already? And who would even bother sending her one to begin with?

Eager to see what was inside, Vanari tore open the top and shook out the sheet of paper. She read it through once. Then a second time. Then a third. By her sixth or seventh read, she was just as confused as she had been on her first.

First and foremost, Kaie could write?

The Myrian was, Ari knew, as sharp as blade and tough as nails. But it just never struck her that Kaie would be the type to sit down at a desk, with a pen and quill, to write her of all people a letter, however distressed and shaky it looked to be. She wasn't even entirely sure the Myrian knew how to spell her name. She wasn't entirely sure if anyone outside of Avanthal knew how to spell her name.

And what was this business of meeting at some fishy place or other called the Aperture? And what the shyke was Kaie doing in Nyka to begin with? The woman was competent, sure, but even Vanari knew a Myrian had to have a death wish to waltz into Nyka on her own.

Too many questions and no answers to be had. Gods be good, she didn't have much of a choice, now, did she?

Ari looked at her room forlornly, wishing for all of Miz that she could stay and just sleep for the next sixteen bells. But if her friend was truly in trouble, then she had to act as swiftly as possible. At least she'd gotten to take a bath, a quick nap, and get some warm food in her. The Vantha's bones were still weary from her travels, but this was not something she could simply ignore, however funny it smelled.

Repacking her things, Vanari shouldered her pack once more and headed out to this abandoned little meeting place. She kept her Tamo on her belt in case it needed to be used at a moment's notice, hoping against hope she was just being overly cautious.

Morwen, how futile such a hope was, even to her.
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Postby Kaie on December 26th, 2013, 6:08 pm

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She didn't know how long she had been there. Days, weeks? Even a single bell seemed like ages since she had been thrown into such a dreadful abyss. She supposed time was a fleeting concept she had little interest in anymore. For when she had awoken from her short period of unconsciousness, the Myrian was instantly greeted with the punishments from many bells prior and the sickening smell of tainted meat and mildew. Her muscles were wracked with soreness, scabs still freshly formed around patches of dried blood that littered her flesh. Yet could her captors have possibly believed that they could force a savage to do their bidding so willingly?

Like her brethren, Kaie was a wildly independent creature who recognized little authority outside her own deities and racial leaders. So when they ripped her from the putrid remains of what once was a well crafted holding cell, she resisted their demands in a violent fashion. Legs kicking, fists beating upon whatever flesh she could inflict agony, and naturally she had no qualms about using her teeth either. All in all, forcing the Myrian woman to sit down and write in a language she hadn't mastered had been a bloody, torturous process for everyone involved. Her words were pathetically artificial, pen shaky from rage, strain, and ill practice. Often the letters were too big or small, too slanted or running with ink. It was the small literary inconsistencies Kaie had hoped the reader would pick up on and turn away, to disregard a call for help that she would never dare make. Vanari, of all Mizahar's inhabitants, would be the very last person the belligerent savage would wish to share her fate with.

Yet the bastards had gotten what they wanted, one way or another, and it was back to the cage for her. Her nightmares had returned to the fair haired woman from the Bronze Woods, though this time she didn't linger in the shadows at the edge of the bloody, corpse ridden battlefield where Kaie had stood. Instead she moved, walked across the field as if she were going to finally face the one who had ended her life in such an unkind fashion. The Myrian dreaded her, felt her heart pound with panic the closer she stepped. However, when she was but half way she disappeared and sent her killer back to the waking world. A pattern had begun to take shape with the recurring scene. Whenever the spirit of innocence appeared to her, bad things were always sure to follow. And this time the omen had neared her for the first time. Something truly wicked was surely on it's way, but it was not danger to her own life that washed madness and a terribly foreboding guilt over Kaie...
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Postby Balderdash on December 31st, 2013, 7:43 pm

Vanari soon reached a clutch of derelict buildings creaking gently towards the gaping maw of the Aperture. Thin cracks had begun to form in the cobblestone, the murals on the walls were chipped and faded, and dusty windows moaned forlornly in the wind. The woman's sharp eye noticed a nearby door that was ajar, and the faintest hint of movement behind it.

That faint movement coalesced into a man's arm and head peeking out into the street. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was gaunt, and he was clad head to toe in vermilion robes. No sign of weapons or hostile intent, though. Even if he did stare at her with unnerving intensity. "You will enter." he said.

Well, there was always time to make a run for it, right?

Inside, a sudden flash of light seared Kaie's eyes as the door opened. 'You will come peacefully." said a baggy silhouette. It was soon joined by two others. Apparently the Myrian was going for another walk.
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Postby Vanari on December 31st, 2013, 8:57 pm

















A lonely breeze rifled through Vanari's mass of crudely cut hair as she stared dubiously at the gaping abyss. She now knew it as the Aperture, after a few harrowing attempts to ask for directions from the locals. Absently, she ran her fingers through the ends of her dark locks. They were rather long now. Maybe she should cut them again.

"Ridiculous," she admonished herself aloud. Now was not the time to be thinking about how best to saw off another hand's width of unruly hair.

Ari shivered, drawing her cloak tighter around her. It was eerie here. The crumbling buildings were completely abandoned, with nary a beggar or squatter to be seen. Looking down, the girl could see cracks forming like a webwork of veins across the old cobblestones. It saddened her a little to see chips in the walls as well, marring murals she imagined were once vibrant and beautiful.

What had happened here?

Another shudder of unease. Her mouth set to a grim line of determination, the Vantha tightened her grip around her pack, steeled her will, and took her first steps into the ghost neighborhood.

No sooner had she made it a few feet into the area when a flicker of movement caught her attention. Vanari's eyes deepened to pools of worried blue as she scanned the area, heart thumping against her ribs.

There! A door, slightly open, and...

She stifled a gasp as a man's arm and head emerged from the open door. He looked even more of a mess than she, with bloodshot eyes and cheekbones poking out from his gaunt face. As he made himself more visible, Ari noticed he was wearing robes of bright red that nearly covered his entire body. A monk, perhaps? She knew little next to nothing of Nyka's vigilant keepers, other than that they were stern and devoted.

Vanari flinched as the man said, "You will enter," his voice as ominous as his intense gaze. Gulping, the Vantha looked to the left, then to the right, before inching her way towards the door. She was trying to buy herself some time, hoping maybe this creepy fellow had the wrong person and a handsome, well-groomed diplomat would waltz into view any moment now, ready to correct all misunderstandings and whisk her away to the palace within which Kaie now dwelled, where she was queen and her word was law. The two friends would embrace upon being reunited, Kaie would apologize for her chicken scratches that had sent dearest Ari into such a fit of worry, and together they would feast on fine wine and racks of herb encrusted lamb and reminisce until morning's light seeped through the stained glass, casting a magical glow upon rows and rows of statues all masterfully carved to the Myrian's likeness.

Heh, fat chance there.

According to Ria, the Vantha never had much sense when it came to self-preservation. Gullible may have been the word the petite illusionist had used. A lot.

But, this was about Kaie. Ari would not--could not--turn tail and run, no matter how badly she wished to. "Time to go big, or go home," she muttered to herself. At least the monkish looking fellow did not looked armed. Perhaps she could stab him and make a run for it if he tried anything funny.

Vanari scowled as she arrived before the rickety old door, every hair on her body standing on end at the unsettling situation she now found herself in. Her hand twitched as she was suddenly caught between the indecision of grasping her Tamos or not.

The girl sighed as she forced her hand to relax. She was really no good at stabbing people.
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Postby Kaie on January 2nd, 2014, 4:16 am

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It was surely a melancholy scene to put it lightly. The exhausted savage woman's body was all but crumpled carelessly against the damp wood of her cage, head miserably pressed to the sides. She was still adjusting to the waking world when what little peace of mind she still possessed was shattered.

Like the manifestation of Syna herself, vibrant rays of sunlight burned through an opened door. Only moments after the creak (which should've sufficed as fair warning) came, the shadows about the captive scattered like ants in the face of the bright power. Night turned over into day within Kaie's small world. Quickly she found her own eyes squinting and chest heaving in an irritable sigh.

The petch do they want from me now?

Her head rolled back away from the siding, eyes narrowed and still adjusting to the burst of light. The speaker was nothing but a dark shape in a doorway. A loose figure, too. And he wasn't alone. A tick passed and already was he joined on either side with two other man. The same number of guys that yanked her out to write that damn letter. She'd bet they were the same men this time around as well.


"What's it now, boys? More letters?" She said while arching a brow in their direction, expression placid with fatigue. The Myrians didn't bother to rouse herself from her position. Instead she just stared up at the three blankly, until a grin of sarcastic amusement broke across her lips.
"Who next? I don't have that many contacts, guys. Besides, my hand was really starting to cramp up last time," She mocked with a breath of a laugh, drawing her knees toward her chest. Amber eyes glowed in the radiant sunlight with unnatural exuberance. It would seem as though her small quips were a front to seek something outside physical control. As if she could somehow manipulate their emotions to find a new satisfaction to sate what her wounded body could not. For how often had Yitmah repeated that the mind and spirit could achieve more than just any able body ever could?

She did take some ferocious swings and kicks at them as they approached her on the ground. However, a simple strike to her head gave them all the time in the world to overtake her with ease. When she was on her feet she realized there was no reason to fight and struggle this time around. No need to waste precious energy. Kaie decided she would play along and somewhat cooperate. She settled with the idea that she could save that anger and lasting strength for when her captors appear vulnerable. Then, she convinced herself, she would have her chance at retaliation. And freedom. Until then, she would walk.
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Postby Balderdash on January 13th, 2014, 11:29 am

OOCI feel such shame for taking so long! I kept losing the post or getting my day devoured by visiting relatives. :( Thus: Extra long, and EXTRA CONTENT! Now with PLOT THICKENER!

Both girls were led, albeit in different fashion, through a labyrinth of claustrophobic corridors carved from jagged stone, the air growing damper and unnatural as they descended into the complex. Occasionally, they glimpsed a rough-shod wooden door breaking up the monotony of the barren halls.

It was not long before the chanting Kaie had heard earlier began to grow in volume. Suddenly, the corridors the two women were walking converged, and they found themselves face to face at last. Before them was a pair of rotting iron doors. From the crack between them and the floor, a faint red light could be seen. "You will enter." the cultists said with one voice. The doors swung open.

They revealed a wide, three terraced chamber in the shape of a circle. The highest terrace was empty save for rows of wooden stakes adorned with curious glyphs. The walls were covered in papers and strange, arcane scribbling. On the far side of the room, a massive map of Nyka hung next to one of Mizahar as a whole. Both were dotted with orange pins, especially around population centers and points of food supply.

The second was filled with figures in red, many emaciated, all supplicating towards the center. As the pair was pushed past them, they could see that many had buckets filled with a foul pink liquid.

The outermost edges of the lowest terrace had mystical rings and symbols carved into the stone- the magically knowledgeable would identify it as an eight-circle used for Summoning. The vast majority of the floor was devoured by a huge portal to a barren, lifeless planet. But what had come out of it... It would haunt the duo's dreams.

It almost looked like a gargantuan vermillion worm, tentacled and glistening with ooze. Its entire left half had been blown open, revealing an odd, viscous fluid that seemed to twitch and shift with a strange sentience. Black lines and dots twisted and darted erratically, spelling sentences in scripts long-forgotten by the race of man. The cultists threw the liquid in their buckets onto it, and black steam rose from where it struck the monster.

Kneeling next to it was a woman in gold-trimmed robes of the same brilliant red hue, fawning over the eldritch beast like a runty puppy. Beside her was a child of nine years old clad in the same, trembling and thin, with strawberry blonde hair, a twisted staff and bulging red eyes. Her left palm was bandaged. She looked up at Kaie and Vanari, and said in a shaky voice, "They arrive..."
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Postby Vanari on January 14th, 2014, 8:44 pm

















Vanari fought a violent shudder as she was led deeper and deeper into unknown depths. So many doors, though none appeared to be their final destination. Fifty different alarms, red flags, and concerned voices fired off at the same time in her head, but there was no way of turning back now. She would just have to keep walking and hope she would find Kaie soon, for good or for worse.

No sooner had she thought this than the tunnel seemed to converge with another and a certain Myrian's hardened, ragged face popped into view.

"Kaie!" Ari burst. Her body wanted to move of its own accord, to grab her friend by the arms and make sure she was real, to demand those gruesome shackles around her limbs to be removed and then hightail it as fast as they could out of this gods forsaken shyke hole.

Her resolution and protests, died in the womb when their crimson robed guides--or captors, she could no longer be sure--announced in unison, "You will enter" and a pair of rotting, iron doors before them promptly swung open.

Vanari gulped. Before either of them could react, bony hands pushed them through the opening and into a wide, three terraced chamber. The Vantha stared and gaped at all the bizarre decor. Papers with scribbles, glyphs, stakes, maps with orange pins...Great Morwen, what was this place?

The girl hoped for some sort of explanation, but on they walked, past more robed figures and buckets full of strange, pink liquid. By the time they finally stopped, it took more than a few ticks before she realized just what exactly she was looking at.

Vanari took an instinctive step back, only to be stopped by the emaciated, silent cultists. Writhing before them was a creature unlike anything she had ever seen, ever even dreamed of. Staring with a mixture of horror and fascination, the Vantha watched as the robed figures threw their buckets of pink liquid at what looked to be a giant, bright red sea creature, complete with tentacles and a glistening sheen of something or other oozing out of its alien body.

What was even more disturbing--more than the gaping portal on the floor and buckets of pink liquid creating black steam upon contact--was that its entire left side gaped wide open. Inside, a strange fluid twitched and shifted as though it were...alive. Black lines and dots that moved everywhere, forming what appeared to be scripts or words whose origins Ari couldn't even begin to guess. And, on top if it all, they were two more figures kneeling by the other wordly monster, fawning over it as though it was no more than a cuddly, harmless pup.

Vanari cringed as a child if no more than eight or nine years turned her unsettling gaze upon the newcomers. Her eyes were red and bulged out of their sockets as though they were itching to pop out, one hand clutching a twisted staff while the other appeared to bandaged.

"They arrive..."

The Vantha's hands twitched, but she fought the urge to reach for her Tamos. They were outnumbered, and from the looks of all the terrible magic that had brought about this monstrosity of a creature, outclassed as well. If they didn't know she was armed, they might still have a chance. She would have to wait for the right time, perhaps go for their leader when they least expected. One look in Kaie's direction confirmed the worst of her fears. The Myrian, who under any other circumstance would have been their best hope, was still inexplicably shackled and covered in wounds and bruises.

Ari grit her teeth and reached over to give Kaie's grimy hand a quick squeeze.

She would do all she could to get them out of this nightmare.


oocIs it bad that the first thing I thought of when I read "tentacled" and "glistening" was hentai? :D Yep, now you have no choice but to imagine it.
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Postby Kaie on January 16th, 2014, 3:31 am

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The chains that prevented her escape sounded through the maze of halls in their own melody. Each step brought them closer to that perplexing chanting, the repetitive words whose meaning fell upon deaf ears. She could do nothing but follow the wills of her captors and listen to the voices. Wondering why she somehow felt they were calling to her. Questioning what they so badly wanted from her alive...

All that disappeared the moment an all too familiar face met her where their two paths intersected. It was that moment the Myrian absolutely loathed herself. Hated with every bone in her body so viciously that her hands balled into shaking fists. It was never supposed to happen this way. Not like this. Not with her. Kaie was the one with all that blood and sin on her hands, not the Vantha. She shouldn't have come, but she did as the Myrian knew she would. Vanari was too good of a person not to, too much of a better person than the savage. And now both of them were helpless. Just chained and disarmed. Kaie had nothing but a sunken stomach and overwhelming guilt. It was hard for her to even make eye contact with the woman.

"You will enter."


"Only if you say please," She replied sarcastically with a mocking half grin, somehow finding it within her to trouble her captors. A sharp prod in her back made it rather clear that manners weren't common there."If you insist."

Amber eyes warily swept across the new room as the two of them stepped forth. It seemed strange symbols marked just about every inch of the walls and then some. The center floor's large circle meant nothing to the savage. Just strange rings and shapes. Nothing more. What did catch her eye was vast amounts of red cloaked individuals with buckets of disgusting pink fluid. And not to mention the utterly despicable abomination that took center stage.

What in the petch...is that?

The Myrian's face contorted with disgust in the sight of the red monster. It didn't help that its tentacles twitched and oozed while its body busted open to the cultists. Steaming and glistening like some sort of beached sea creature. She almost didn't feel the squeeze upon her hand, which immediately resurrected her grave of guilt.

Kaie tore her gaze from the squishy thing to actually see the Vantha. To face the girl she might've just yanked down with her into Dira's abyss. Some cultists forced the Myrian to write her a letter to draw her in. Ari knew exactly what the woman was. She was a savage, a murderous cannibal from Falyndar. She'd seen it with her own eyes, but still here she was. Something needed to be said.


"I'm sorry," She admitted quietly, finding the woman's eyes so she could see genuine sorrow there. To recognize the culpability. Her gaze lingered momentarily before she returned to glare around at their enemies. This wasn't the first time she'd struggled against an adversary she didn't understand. With luck, it wouldn't be the last. For now she needed to find a way to free herself and get Ari the petch out of there. Kaie owed her that much.

OOC:No worries, Baldy! Hope you enjoyed your trip. :)
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Postby Balderdash on February 13th, 2014, 6:31 am

The older woman's head snapped up then, regarding the duo with eager eyes. "Oh, joy! Finally, someone who can help us!"
Like a drawn bow snapping back into position, the robed figure stood and darted to the two. "They didn't hurt you, did they?" she asked with a scowl, gaze flickering over Kaie and Vanari's forms. Upon seeing the spot of matted hair on the Myrian, her lips thinned into a furious slit. "Ah. Yes. Of course. That's quite all right." she said with a tone that made it quite clear that it was not going to be for the people who took Kaie out of her cage. "People get scared. Overeager. Forgetful."

The leader took a deep breath, then turned her attention back to the creature in the portal. "See what they've done to it?" she pined, drifting towards the thing, "My Lord, my poor enfeebled Ravarisk... They found you suckling on the relics of dead Gods, desperate for nourishment, and they burned you... Broke you. But we found you, we did! We found you, and saw! Saw with clear eyes!"

The child nodded enthusiastically in agreement, her brilliant vermillion eyes shimmering faintly. "Qalaya's child! Her quill's shadow! The ink that hatched the world!"

"Infinite knowledge..." muttered the older woman. Her eyes soon flicked excitedly back to Kaie and Vanari. "You! You can help heal it! Restore- no, increase its strength! Our Lord is not cruel, oh no... It spares us its mighty wrath, but it also grants us might of our own as well. Knowledge." She scurried up to the two, soft scholar's hands grasping for theirs. "It would not be ungrateful for your aid! Agree, and see with perfect eyes!"
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