[center][color=orange]Lifprasil, Vesamera, the First-Born.[/color]
Level 1 Demi-God
7 Might

and

[color=ec008c]Ilunabar, Weaver of Dreams, The Muse.[/color]
Level 4 Goddess of Beauty
-1 Might
0 Free Points
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-During the Phantasmagoria Lifprasil looks to the Pass and is like [url=https://youtu.be/-evIyrrjTTY]"This land is mine"[/url]
-He finds out about Ilunabar's side of the Citadel
-He meets Meimu, Piena and Notte. He tells Notte that Allure is in the house
-Ilunabar arrives and she "kinda of" agrees with Lif's idea of building a fort town
-Then Ilunabar starts to give Lif important life lessons (and also tries to get him into alcoholism)
-Finally Ilunabar is like "Ya know kid, you gotta get out, see the world" and Lif decides to go out on an adventure
-The Three divas are tasked with talking to Lakshmi and Allure (perhaps even teknall) as well as starting to build the 2cool4you fort  
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Lifprasil had a long, sleepless night, he watched the Phantasmagoria, eyes wreathed in intent as a purple coloration overtook them. He had finished Ilunabar's scroll on that night as well, he read the passage and had forgotten about it. The trap he had fallen into was hilarious, and despite the grave circumstances, he mustered a chuckle, a leg dangling out of the circular window to his quarters. He had been disgusted by the loss of life, but the result was curious enough to stave off his anger, to stave off the Slivers.

What had come were the same as the bulbous redness that would gaze into him at times of weakness, but they were purple, purple eyes. Each one flittered open when the sky cracked open, and the song played, all of the Sliver creature gazed down in wonder, and then traversed the surface, budding out of the shadows, and observing the changes for Lifprasil.

Eventually, they relayed something truly... Interesting... 

A fertile land juxtaposed itself into existence, it appeared suddenly, and Lifprasil saw the land that would become his, this place would be settled by him, and the surrounding forest tamed by him. Each Sliver of his being shared in his excitement, and rejoiced, while a certain sect focused on something else.

Far, far away from the Western Coast of the Pass, sat Grot, and crimson Slivers of the aspiring prince's being watched him in the shadows, each eye spewed sporadic whispers in darkness upon witnessing Lifprasil's quarry. They were the eyes of the Beast, and just thinking of crushing Grot, and tasting his tantalising blood made the many-faceted blade quake in excitement.

After the Phantasmagoria ended, however, the curious eyes of his soul, the Slivers, found their way into a different part of the Celestial Citadel. The Muses had planned here, and from here various Marionettes came, each eye was impossible to see, but to sense was unavoidable, the sensation of being watched was critical to any creature's instinct, after all.

Any of the creatures that resided in Ilunabar's quarters on the night of the revered Phantasmagoria would find it easy to predict Lifprasil's arrival, which came a day and a night after the beautiful marring of Galbar's surface. He entered in the early moments of twilight wearing a much more decorative tunic than usual, as Lifprasilian craftsmanship only heightened after the Phantasmagoria; and many of them had asked their king to try their new, more colourful wears.

[color=orange]"So this is the illusion that Ilunabar drapes over herself."[/color] Lifprasil mused to himself, tracing his fingers along the solid wall, before it gave way to his hand, exposing the falsified complex in Zephyrion's castle. 

The quarters had changed slightly since Teknall's visit, the fountain now had lily pads as decoration, the illusory sky on the roof was now the odd astral sky that once took over Galbar during the Phantasmagoria. Along Notte's and Meimu's room there now was Piena's, it felt more like a library than anything else, yet it was far tidier than the mess that once was Ilunabar's studio. Speaking of which, the studio had changed a lot, now the many paints were on a shelf, the maps properly organised, and the marble and stone had got itself a room distant from all the softer arts. Another notable change was that more rooms had been opened so the Marionettes could operate them, a kitchen, a storage room, a bathhouse and a garden.

Controlled as they were, the living dolls continue their work as Lifprasil arrived, with the exception being a couple of maids set up to welcome him. [color=7ea7d8]"Oh, a visitor."[/color] Said Meimu, with her typical cordiality [color=7ea7d8]"A bit unexpected, I fear the reformation of the quarters is not entirely ready yet, so do not mind the lack of decorations"[/color] despite the fact that the room was by far more pompous than anything on this half of Citadel [color=7ea7d8]"In the moment my lady master is away, Piena is overseeing some Marionettes and Notte is bathing, but they should all be here soon"[/color] she bowed and clapped her hands.

The servants quickly brought a crystal table and two chairs, finally one followed with a selection of wines ready to serve whichever one got Lif's attention. [color=7ea7d8]"So, what brings you to here? Though considering how flashy the Phantasmagoria was I can already predict the topic"[/color] she sighed, she knew the light show would brew trouble.

Lifprasil said nothing, but pulled a seat out for Meimu, rather. Once she had become seated, however, Lifprasil's demeanour changed from placidity, to warm smile. [color=orange]"It's actually a many numbers of things, but yes, I have come to speak of the Phantasmagoria; as you call it. But, before we begin, allow me to introduce myself: I am Lifprasil, Vesamera, and if all goes well, King of Galbar. Who are you?"[/color]

Meimu gasped, placing both hands in front of her mouth [color=7ea7d8]"Oh pardon me, I'm so used to live either with my sisters or as a wanderer that I completely forgot the conventions of naming"[/color] she once again bowed and said [color=7ea7d8]"I am Meimu, Diva of Petals, The White Rose. It's good to finally meet you in person Lifprasil, though I have to confess that I'm far more used to you than you are used to me, after all, I wrote the whole biological section of the encyclopaedia that was gifted to you"[/color]

He smiled again, Meimu's new guest. [color=orange]"It's a pleasure to meet you, then. Prosit, good creature, it's truly a good day when one meets a scholar such as yourself."[/color] Lifprasil said, although there's no evidence of flattery in his voice or mannerisms, just veritable generosity. [color=orange]"I have actually come to return the writing unless you would rather me keep it."[/color]

For a second Meimu froze, even if told in a monotone voice the word [i]scholar[/i] would have hit her the same way, because it was a deserved acknowledgement, fruit of eras of work, and that her sisters either ignored or saw it as a simple tool. "Why thank you," she said with a sincere smile crossing her face. Yet before she could continue someone else walked into.

[color=Gray]"You can return it if you wish, this is merely the first edition of the book and whenever you feel like reading the up to date versions you can ask me"[/color] a white haired woman wearing a dark gray coat walked into the room from the terrace [color=Gray]"I take you are Lifprasil, child of Vestec and Vulamera, and the only contender for the Crown of Galbar."[/color] upon ending her sentence she bowed down to the visitor, notably, it was far more regal than her sister's [color=Gray]"I'm Piena, Diva of Aesthetic, Curator of the Arts"[/color]

[color=orange]"Prosit."[/color] Lifprasil greeted, before he stood up, and took to bowing in a similar manner to Piena. He then sat back down, and crossed his legs, inspecting each bottle of divine wine as he formulated his next thought. [color=orange]"I was actually quite interested in the topography of the place that your Mistress has recently prepared, with your diligent assistance, I'm sure."[/color] he offered, picking out a bottle of violet drink, the clear distinction of the wine having been behind the mottled olive surface of its container.

[color=orange]"With your help, I would like to settle in this fertile, strange land, and build a residence more vast for my citizens than the one we have been currently gifted. With your knowledge, and imaginative power, I will expend my power to help you build a beautiful fortress city named after all of you; provided you are willing."[/color] Lifprasil said, attempting to open the bottle as he made his request. [color=orange]"How do you open these...?"[/color]

Piena placed a hand on her chin, clearly brooding over what was said [color=Gray]"The creation of The Pass and Shalanoir Forest was mostly us finding a way to make something good out of all the mayhem that Toun's ocean brought. I'm glad you liked our solution, though. Yet, about the fortress town, I would gladly help with the design yet I feel we will need Teknall's assistance too"[/color] she took a seat for herself in the fountain near the table.

When Lifsprasil started to have a problem with the wine both Divas started to move to help him. [color=aba000]"Like this darling"[/color] suddenly a hand moved from behind Lif and grabbed the bottle, deftly removing the cork stopper and serving the demi-god a glass of wine. Soon after the woman revealed herself. [color=aba000]"So Lif is visiting us? Finally!"[/color] said Notte with joy [color=aba000]"I'm Notte by the way. And I found your idea of making a home for your servants outside of the Citadel magnifica"[/color] she then stared Piena [color=aba000]"In truth, I did not even know you had the authority to go around deciding these things, but its a wonderful idea, and we all would love to help Lif, right?"[/color] She turned to Meimu who simply nodded, she was also bothered by Piena making decisions like that, yet having the mortals out of the Citadel would bring back the tranquillity she liked so much.

Lifprasil gawked at the sight of Notte, visibly shocked by her presence before he brought himself back to his senses. [color=orange]"I'm glad that you're all so aggregated upon my solution, however, Teknall's assistance would be paramount to the longevity of this place. However, we can begin working on plans for the compound."[/color] he explained, taking a sip of the wine. Expecting it to be a sweet beverage, Lifprasil coughed, and looked rather surprised by the buzz it gave him. [color=orange]"...I've never had anything like this before, forgive me."[/color] he confided, setting the cup back down. [color=orange]"And, Notte, sorry for looking at you oddly, I just have a compatriot that created a sculpture similar to yourself."[/color] Lifprasil added, taking her hand in his. [color=orange]"P-profit."[/color] he coughed, still attempting to acclimate to the taste of wine in his mouth.

Of the three divas, only Notte giggled at the display. [color=aba000]"You will get used to it Lif, I bet you will love the thing in a year or two"[/color] the smile on her face dissolved when Lifprasil mentioned the sculptures [color=aba000]"Ah! How odd!"[/color] she said, not knowing how to react to what she was sure was happening.

[color=7ea7d8]"And his name wouldn't be Allure by chance, would it?"[/color] Meimu asked with a satisfied smile "We did meet a sculptor with that name once, sadly Notte denied his love, she might be all smile but in truth she is a very mean woman"  

[color=aba000]"Don't be silly Meimu. There is no way a person like him would ever find his way up here"[/color] complained Notte.

Piena, being the youngest, felt a bit lost, as she knew about Allure only from the logs of Ilunabar's notebooks [color=Gray]"Huh, I did not know you had an affair with him, it would be best to record these kinds of activity you know?"[/color] she said casually, but Notte did not take it casually at all.

Lifprasil laughed at the exchange, a silly grin painted on his face, he had become far less serious than he was at the time of his birth, but his scheming still remained. [color=orange]"He does live up here. I bested him in battle and decided to take him under my wing as a friend. He does express flaws, but I find him to be an interesting, bold companion. I think you'll find that he has changed, albeit slightly, Notte."[/color] Lifprasil explained and attempted to take another sip of wine, which ended in a manner similar to before. [color=orange]"I could mediate another meeting between you two - however - I can already tell you're repulsed by the idea."[/color] he finished, this time testing the wine with a lick, and a frown.

[color=aba000]"Well, even if he truly changed, right now I have other sights, I do not..."[/color] Her sentence was suddenly cut by Piena.

[color=Gray]"On the other side it would be irresponsible to leave this thing be, you are bound to meet this person one day or another, either here or on the site of the project."[/color] she stated.

[color=ec008c]"Oh, but these matters can be sorted out later no?"[/color] Said Ilunabar, who had just arrived [color=ec008c]"I was already expecting you to come here one day or another, I guess the Phantasmagoria made it inevitable." [/color]The muse served herself a glass of wine [color=ec008c]"O blessed be Vascogne for finally bringing this into reality"[/color] she proclaimed.

[color=ec008c]"My dear pupils, I would prefer to have some privacy, and all of you have duties to do either way"[/color] The divas simply nodded and went back to their chores. [color=ec008c]"Sorry for interrupting the conversation, but I'm quite impressed, you did gain quite a lot of favour with my girls. Pienas ideas, for example, are far too generous, and I bet Meimu will prepare some Marionettes to help the Lifprasilians with the gardens."[/color] she shrugged [color=ec008c]"Well, they are free to do as they wish, I will not stop them"[/color]

[color=orange]"It's in my nature, Ilunabar."[/color] Lifprasil greeted, setting down his cup of wine. [color=orange]"I'm surprised they took to me so quickly. Allure was much more difficult to befriend - although I'm always happy to have new friends... So, I take it you heard our conversation about building a fortress in the Pass?"[/color] he asked, eyeing how easily Ilunabar consumed the wine.

[color=ec008c]"You nature huh? Well, you did pull all the correct strings with my little birds, you recognised Meimu's wisdom, your regal looks impressed Piena and Notte liked you cute behaviour over wine. I do not know if I would call it Eloquence yet, but it's a good start. I'm feeling generous thanks to the drink so here is a thought from my mind about your possible reign, avoid using your mental powers where socialization can work, you will often have to rule over distances greater than your mental influence if things go your way"[/color] she then formed a map of Shalanoir Forest and The Pass [color=ec008c]"But yes, I did hear your idea for a fortified village. It can be done, but civilisation is still a toddler, and I would prefer if we stayed true to what is possible, something like this Citadel on the ground could be the seed of many problems"[/color]

Lifprasil looked shocked, not once did a god give him any singular advice so... Useful. He was pleasantly surprised, so his smile persisted, despite Ilunabar's insistence upon a change of his plans. [color=orange]"Civilisation may be a toddler, but all the gods are too afraid to tread over the next step, which is the coalescence of culture and thought. This may be a step above grass huts, but it will not impact the world too profoundly, I only plan to traverse this world, and expose my residence, my city, when it needs me, or when it is ready. Unlike your colleagues - I can express control."[/color] Lifprasil explained, [color=orange]"Culture is the gateway to more and more obscure trends in beauty, after all, and that's what you reside over. Beauty and knowledge will be safeguarded in this city, and when my Empire is complete, millions will worship you and your Muses."[/color] the bold Demi-God finished his speech before he attempted to take another sip of wine. Again. 

[color=ec008c]"Eh"[/color] she sighed [color=ec008c]"The fox dances to attract the curiosity of the rabbit, yet with humanoids they know they should sneak at night."[/color] she stayed quiet for a few seconds [color=ec008c]"Nah, this Vowzra thing does not fit my style"[/color] she whispered to herself before continuing in a normal tone [color=ec008c]"You perhaps misjudge me and my Divas. Worshipers? I ask you, how does one not worship Beauty? Life is full of stories Lifprasil, right now, in the wilderness that you see merely as a possible province of your empire, people struggle, families are formed and shattered, mothers fight with all their will to protect their sons, love is found and lost. Flowers bloom and sound echoes. If you think I'm such a simple thing that I would be glad to have a flock of fools locked up in some temple, wasting their lives, you are in dire need to revise your worldviews, specially if you want to be the ruler, otherwise you will eventually find yourself dancing in front of the farmer."[/color]

Instead of his face warping into a frown, Lifprasil's expression widened back into a smile, only something felt less... Forced about his expressionism. [color=orange]"Your morality is uncharacteristic of a god. To be truthful, my intentions were never worshippers, nor were they any measurement of riches, or power. I am still a growing ruler, indeed, and I am in dire need of a second Mentor, but my intentions are pure. Those families? Those mothers? That love that had been lost? I feel every single ache and pain in this epic, as I hold precedence over the sentient condition; emotion. My real quest and the existentialism of this Order is built upon is turning this pain, and taking these hapless people, then making their stories good ones, happy ones, well-lived ones."[/color] Lifprasil explained, turning his true face to Ilunabar, which revealed him to be much more passionate about the ordeal, as his exposition was much less mechanical than what he had expressed before. [color=orange]"If you really do believe in good stories, I'm sure you'll believe in mine."[/color]

Indeed, it was a good story, but Ilunabar knew very well the natural course of said story, one who tries do avoid all tragedies calls tragedy upon himself, like the parents who abandon a child because the oracle told it was destined to murder them, and later end up slew by a son who grew in foreigner lands instead of their loving household. But, she would not step into this story, Lifprasil's passion was the very definition of beauty and wonder. She could not dare to hurt such precious thing.

[color=ec008c]"Well Lifprasil, I myself would say that my actions are pretty vain, even more, that vanity is inherent to my domain. But, it does not mean you are wrong either, it just means we have different views of what vanity is, or well, of who I am"[/color] her wine was already gone, and that made the muse frown for a few seconds before returning her look to the guest [color=ec008c]"If anything, I would recommend you to travel, get to know the villages and cultures which are germinating on this planet."[/color] she then looked to the direction of the rooms [color=ec008c]"And you three, if she indeed decides to travel, please don't go spoiling her by saying where to go and who to talk with"[/color] she said in a louder, commanding voice [color=ec008c]"Pardon me, my pupils are quite fond of you, as I mentioned before, but too much of anything will always amount into an obstacle"[/color]

Ilunabar then started to move shapes over in the map she had designed [color=ec008c]"One last recommendation about this fortress if you are indeed planning on hiding the most advanced bit, I would recommend creating a more simple looking trade town on the coast. Isolation disincentive civilization, the clash of ideas is what makes our mind moves forward"[/color] she leaned forward, closer to Lifprasil's face [color=ec008c]"This is even why I keep the dodgy trio nearby"[/color] she then stared at the map a bit more "Also, we should probably make an ever-burning fire or lighthouse, it would be neat"

Lifprasil chuckled lightly, currently absorbing the information. [color=orange]"Yeah... It would be. Thank you for the advice, this is some more invaluable to me than what any god could bestow to me. I will be sure to pursue this quest."[/color] he said, pushing his chair back, and standing in his full. [color=orange]"Your pupils will be no trouble to me, I will not allow them to come with me, but I will allow them to design my city in my stead. My good friend Lakshmi will assist them if they so require it. In this adventure, I will become Vesamera, the Learner, rather than Lifprasil, the King. Your dodgy trio, and yourself, have become vastly more important to my story than I would have ever expected; when shall you have me go?"[/color] Lifprasil questioned, overlooking the map with a thoughtful expression.

[color=ec008c]"It is really up to you, right now the north is alarmingly nasty, but the south is particularly safe, even when Vestec's armies march against the pronobii, the heartland should go on untouched"[/color] she pondered a bit [color=f49ac2]"From there onward it's really up to you, I barely can make a schedule for myself, imagine someone else's"[/color] she smiled

Lifprasil smiled back, and then pushed his chair back in, and then hesitantly picking up a couple of bottles of wine. [color=orange]"Your muses said I would enjoy these in two years - so I'd rather not disappoint them."[/color] he teased, before he changed his tone to one much more solemn. [color=orange]"Thank you, and I mean this in earnest."[/color] Lifprasil said, before he extended his hand to take the less extravegant of the maps. [color=orange]"I'll depart tonight."[/color] he added, before he went over to address the three muses personally, wind, and map in hand. [color=orange]"Thank you for taking on this task. In my absence, I would like you to contact my friend Lakshmi, and my friend Allure, they will help you in creating my City. If possible, please contact Teknall, if you do, I'm sure he can only improve upon your designs."[/color] Lifprasil ordered, but not too sternly, as he wanted to give the Muses some essence of creative freedom.