[centre][img]http://i.imgur.com/vbnnTUq.png[/img] [colour=ec008c][i]The Muse. Weaver of Dreams.[/i] Might: 5 Free Point: 1[/colour] [h1]Lifprasil[/h1] [h1]Allure[/h1] [hider=TFW a collab just collapses into itself] -The divas begin to build the capital city of Lifprasil -First, a wodden port where trade will be made and mortals can visit -Second, a city, where lifprasilians will live, that right now is hidden behind fog to avoid trouble -Third, a palace, advanced stuff goes on there. (1 might used, just to show off) -Also, Ilunabar grabs Aesthetic as a portfolio. [/hider] [/centre] Marionettes were indeed "tireless", the very concept of fatigue did not exist in their simple mind, yet that didn't mean they could simply go on working day and night non-stop, the fiberling strings became weaker, the wood blocks slowly started to break down and the weaved strings and knots that commanded the behaviour of the puppet at times were undone. Only the divas knew how to repair one, and indeed, half of their days down on the city was spent on taking care of it. The other half was spent on White Giants. Toun's hatred of Jvan had been implanted eons ago in the core of the creature, and even as millenniums went by, the anger still burned. And of course, they didn't see the fiberling based Marionettes on the best light. So it became the Divas's task to stop them from simply bashing to bits all of their workers, while it wouldn't be hard for the avatars of a goddess to destroy them with a jab, the three preferred to take a more defensive instance, simply confusing them with mirrors and binding them with vines. As the project went on, quite a lot of these "trapped" White Giants were pilled up to the sides of the future building sites. In a little more than two weeks, the first step of the building was done, simple lodgings and farms for the Lifprasilians, providing the core sustainability that the workers would need. This was the town that most non-Lifprasilians would be seeing on the next era, a simple, wooden town, just a bit more amazing than wherever else civilization flourished, with things other mortals had yet to figure out, like a full port with an everlasting lighthouse. The marvelous halls of Lifprasil's true capital were far too advanced to be witnessed by the world, for now, it would need to be little more than a tale. One day, when the world was ready, the port would naturally become something more alluring than a couple of damp houses. Mansory would make the lighthouse rise and an increasingly amount of ships would decorate the horizon. One day this could be the home of a grand fleet, and the harbor would be a jewel of the empire. Eventually, but not yet. With that setup, it was time to go back to the Citadel, to meet Lakshmi's group and Allure. "So, now that the wooden, puppet city is made, it's time to go on and start with the true Capital." Said Piena to Allure, currently the only two in Ilunabar's luxurious quarters "[url=http://img15.deviantart.net/ce17/i/2012/342/6/3/landscape_by_raphael_lacoste-d5ng884.jpg]The land is rough[/url], and from what I observed the rivers aren't in exactly the ideal place to sustain the many farms we will need, so, I would like to change the water's flow, and for that we will need your ability to cut large chunks of rock out of the mountains." Piena's request received a smirk from Allure, none the less dazzling for its smugness. Anyone could feel the energy in him leap in anticipation of fulfilling his true calling. [color=E62020]"It will be done...perfectly. This task will be immaculately complete before night falls."[/color] Spinning on his bare heel, the handsome critic made his way to the edge of the Citadel and threw himself without a moment's hesitation from the window. Though a bird without wings, he felt truly alive in midair, where something as simple as a miscalculation could mean a gruesome demise. How it got the blood flowing! His powerful leap carried him through the free air, soaring like a cannonball past birds, beneath clouds, and over land. Beneath him the desert sands turned to brown soil and then green grass, and by the time he left the sky to skid to a halt on the ground, he found himself standing before a lovely stretch of land. He set to examining it immediately. The winding, snakelike path of the river created hills, and from the earth rose myriad outcrops of stone. In the distance stood a mountain cleft in twain, perhaps by an earthquake, or even the river itself. Could it be that the world existed for long enough already that the land created by gods had reshaped itself according to the divinely-charted natural order? Such ponderings did not concern Allure. No matter how pleasant the scenery, he held no qualms about wiping clean a stage so that it might serve to exhibit greater beauty. Firstly, he needed to flatten the land. In mere moments the hero of beauty could be seen sprinting across the earth, his hands held in front of him rather than pumped to steady his run. Every outcrop of stone he leveled in a single sweep of his fingers, left to crumble on the ground in mockery of the steady eons spent upright. With this done, he placed himself directly in front of a section of land that began to slope upward, cheekily disrupting the terrain. Allure knelt, turnind his right hand palm-forward and holding his fingertips to the ground. After a brief sigh through a smiling face, he allowed a dangerous memory to escape its repression: a recollection of unholy pain, self-inflicted and worse than anything else he experienced. The touch of this torment caused him to grit his teeth, and with strength powered by fear and hatred he swept upward with his arm. [color=E62020][i]"EAGH!"[/i][/color] Obediently the earth flew asunder, blown apart and kicked up as if ruptured by the plow of an invisible giant, for hundreds of meters in a cone in front of him. His mind quarantined the stray memory as his breathing normalized, and Allure looked at the raw destruction wreaked by his discerning hand. Where before there lay a perfectly natural slope of land, there now existed flat but cracked earth, strewn with debris of stone, wood, and dirt in assorted sizes. [color=E62020]"A beautiful start,"[/color] he told the open sky as he stood up, holding his head with one hand. Only seconds passed before he recovered from the strain, and he set to gathering and obfuscating the debris. Hours passed while the mortal worked. The split mountain Allure left behind, as he believed it to be scenic, but he left nothing else untouched. By his hand, earth rose and fell. From the apex of a grand skyward leap he carved a new path for the river, straight and wide, and with the byproducts of his other projects he filled the old bed in. Smaller slabs of stone and chunks of earth he consented to carry, allowing dirt to add a certain ruggedness to his flawless physique with confidence in the redirected river's ability to bathe him in the near future. With larger pieces of the world, he employed the sorcerous might of a flat hand to batter them about. Having gathered a great quantity of stone into a single spot, he set to work carving bricks, determined to tarnish the area with as little wasted material as possible. By the time the horizoned reddened in mute anticipation of night's embrace, the valley was transformed. It did not lay at a singular altitude, but rather several tiers of land, each sliced masterfully flat. The river ran straight and true, not nearly as fast as prior but far more suitable for civilization in its accomodating size, consistency, and tranquility. Piles of bricks lay on the landscape; near them lay stacks of wood, salvaged from the trees torn from the soil by Allure's willful destruction. Even the sides of the cleft mountain now stood completely vertical in places thanks to him, carved such so that builders or miners could work to the very edge if they so pleased. [color=E62020]"Dare I say...stupendous. Flawlessness, be it in form or function, suits me so very well."[/color] [hr] Now the construction of the town focused on the functional part of the capital: the places where the working class and merchants would live, the areas of teaching, the markets, the temples, the arenas and the gardens that would raise crops not suited for the lowly farmlands of the port. This land of wonder would be built very far from the wooden port, across a jungle that only Lifprasilians would know how to cross. It was important that mortals, in general, didn't get used to its sight, legends would be fine, but everyone was sure that anything beyond that would upset the balance and bring in some trouble. In fact, Notte went beyond that and built a quite complex system of mirror work that would, first and foremost, create illusions that would hide the city from afar, and secondly, just to be sure, it would boil water constantly, creating an ever-present fog in the region. Other well-designed systems were in place, the movement across the city should flow, the whole structuralization of the place would benefit sanitation and response to hazards and of course, a lot was designed to make the place aesthetically pleasing to live at. Yet, compared to the palace, the city itself was supposed to be something ever changing, new ideas would arrive, and it was important that they could bloom nicely in the city, therefore, the design also needed to be soft, to allow change and make up for it. Meimu provided the [url=http://img00.deviantart.net/3ab2/i/2012/087/4/9/imperial_city___rose_of_the_san_san_saruk_republic_by_lionel23-d4u7ctu.jpg]city[/url]with countless gardens, all with colors and style arranged in a way that made each sector of the town identifiable. Her plants also helped the construction of towers and other complexes building, with their vines creating paths for workers and structures. Finally, she was also setting up many Marionettes to work on the gardens of the capital, she understood that each Lifprasilian had the duty of keeping the town beautiful, but even so, she was a bit proud of her flowery landscape, and at least in the beginning she wanted it to be perfectly designed. Notte was not only charged with the mirror device that kept the city hidden (and therefore, possible). She was the master of glasswork for the whole city, and while at first the town was mostly clay and brick, she soon added a new layer of elegance. Glass was the gentlest building material, it provided a roof, yet it didn't fully cut one away from nature. Thanks to her windows and greenhouses, one could cross all of the city in a stormy day without getting wet, yet, they would still be able to see and hear the falling water, thus not getting exile from nature. Stained Glass was also a new invention that truly made everything far more beautiful. Notte didn't have hands enough to build the dream-like designs she dreamed, with towering walls full of intricate details, yet this didn't stop her from experimenting [url=http://img14.deviantart.net/a7b9/i/2006/215/c/e/simonan_temple_by_nambroth.jpg]in temples[/url]. Furthermore, the way the glass tinted light, gave her idea for new illusory designs, using torches and windows, that would bring [url=http://orig15.deviantart.net/8358/f/2014/352/9/8/indian_coinage_by_satiiiva-d8a9tbe.jpg]beauty and color[/url] even to the underground alleys of the city. And above all this was Piena, to thinking mind behind the macro design of all this. She was the one making sure everything ran on time and that everyone knew the time, she filled the town with clock-like devices, sundials, water clocks, marionettes with hourglasses that turned themselves over. In her mind, the flow of time was no less elegant than any other natural cycle, the many ways of measuring being the best way to pay respect. That of course, was merely one of her designs, outside of it, she was also the one who built [url=http://img04.deviantart.net/0be1/i/2013/357/3/c/back_street_by_jordangrimmer-d6yzf6g.jpg]catwalk over the catwalk[/url] to make sure there was always enough room for those who needed to move, to move. (In fact, many of those would be restricted to upper classes and guards). She built the canals out of the flow of water, so one could cross the city without having to exhaust themselves. (Notte's glass roof also covered these, at times). She organized the neighborhoods, she designed the places of public power, she leads the Lifprasilian's efforts to build walls and other defenses. She also made a lot of bathhouses, because while her sisters were quick to forgive, she did not let go of the memory of smelly Lifprasilians littering the halls of the Celestial Citadel As the farming expanded, more and more Lifprasilians arrived to do the hard work, while they could never compete with the sheer world changing the power of a Diva or Allure, they had quantity in their favor and were the best at chipping away the details and stones. Even so, the work was still tiring for even a quasi-divine being, mortals could take shifts, others had to simply work non-stop with only a handful of breaks. After one of many hard days of work, Lakshmi collapsed amongst a small hovel that had grown on the furthest boundary of Lifprasil's new city: the Divas' resting place. She was surrounded by other soldiers, that which had reduced their now colorful shauls into bindings around their waist; a unique feature that the Lifprasilians had added to their uniform. Now, the armored cloaks could be unbinded into waistcloths for the humid days of work and vigor. Now, as the Lifprasilians evacuated the Citadel, and populated the surface of Galbar, thousands of craftmen and women found the over abundance of resources fit to build better, stronger weapons. These all surfaced from the bronze and ebony they had discovered from the ruinous expanse Allure made out of the sheer cliffs around them, and bid fair use amongst the civilians and the soldiers. The army was well equipped once the city was finished, and now their weapons and armor were no longer stone and wood, but metal. Lakshmi was gifted from many a Lifprasilian colorful gifts, many colored clothes, tailored from the wilderness around the civilization, and precious gems and metals that were eventually fashioned into armor for her; the Princess-General of the Lifprasilians. The same could be said for the Divas too, and Allure, every citizen seemed grateful, it was almost as if the move from the stingy confines of Zephyrion's temple lifted their spirits. [color=slateblue]"Ueeeeegh..."[/color] sighed the Hero of Lifprasil, before she collapsed onto her back, and into the dirt and vegetation that had sprouted from the surrounding forest and landscape. For a few moments Lakshmi's eyes remained closed, savoring the rest, but when they opened they opened to a unusual and perhaps offputting sight. Bent over her and staring down with a quizzical expression was Allure, and he seemed intrigued. [color=E62020]"Quite the busy bee, aren't we?"[/color] Straighting up, he folded his arms and looked around. To his satisfaction the Lifprasilians avoided both his gaze and lingering in his line of sight. His complete refusal of every gift brought before him had not failed to exacerbate the intended divide between he and them. A sharp eye would notice the hilt of a bronze spear peaking out from behind his back--at least, it seemed to be a spear at first glance. On the second, the blade appeared curved like a scimitar's, and longer than a normal spear's. Such a shape did not exist among the Lifprasilian smiths, and would reasonably be a modification of Allure's own making. He noticed her eyes upon it and said, [color=E62020]"Curious? The stabbing weapons your people made did not inspire me, so I fancied a more difficult to use, elegant polearm. I feel as if this weapon could be a dancing partner, the picture of elegance, and a harbinger of beautiful death in a master's hands."[/color] To demonstrate he swung the polearm around in a gentle arc, its blade glimmering in the sun, before he planted its butt in the ground. [color=E62020]"Of course, I'll have to work on a martial style for it. I haven't had much to do since I set the stage for you lot. Hm, why aren't you speaking? Has my visage struck you dumb? Never fear; I must confess I have that sweetly sorrowful effect on some. Such is the curse of beauty. Perhaps I must find myself someone else to give me something to do."[/color] Lakshmi blinked, Allure hovered over her, but she had grown used to his daylight musings and interruptions; but today was different, it seemed. [color=slateblue]"W-well, n-not your o-wn v-visage,"[/color] she chuckled, slowly correcting her position so that she could sit upright. [color=slateblue]"I f-find the c-craftmanship on th-at strange t-thing c-c-curious - I almost f-feel like you're i-implying s-s-something here."[/color] Lakshmi teased, and extended a glowing hand, as to hold the polearm [color=slateblue]"I-if you-u don't mind."[/color] [color=E62020]"If the implication is that you should give me something to do, winged one, you have hit the nail on the head. My sense of subtlety and indirect messaging have always been incomparable."[/color] Obligingly he extended the weapon to Lakshmi, careful to keep the blade away from her face, as much as a nice scar might improve it. She grasped the weapon, and twirled it in her hand as she stood, she let it flow, and flow it did through the wind and the dampened atmosphere. [color=orange]"Impressive,"[color] commentated an old friend, causing Lakshmi to nearly drop the elegant weapon. Past the literal smoke and mirrors surrounding his new town, Lifprasil stood, and all the Lifprasilian guardsmen that had surrounded Lakshmi and Allure kneeled to his presence. The long awaited return of their king had finally arrived, and the sudden-ness of the arrival didn't help make it less jarring. [color=orange]"Prosit."[/color] he greeted, before he ordered the guards to stand. Ever attentive, Allure lurched forward to save the weapon from an unsightly impact with the ground when Lakshmi's alarm nearly caused it to fall. When he found that her grip in fact held, he gentle wheedled the polearm from her grasp. The guardsmen knelt, but the hero of beauty span the polearm around once before putting it over his shoulders and wrapping his arms around it, like a rice-farmer would his pailbearing staff. "Huh," Said Susa from quite a distance of her "hirer" (she didn't like the idea of him being her leader, despite the fact she was aware of how close to reality that). The whole place was absolutely amazing, with beauty and size never witnessed before. She couldn't see most of it because of the fog, yet the little she could observe as she walked to the town was something unworldly, more fit for a dream than reality. Another impressive sight to see was the many odd creatures (Susa knew many on her journeys, but never such creatures) and that all of them obeyed Lifprasil unconditionally. "So this is his empire huh? It's nice" she whispered to herself. Originally the plan was not to travel to this region, instead, they were to meet the trader and perhaps a few more locations, yet, as both of them had predicted, a disaster happened. After such horrendous event, it was clear for both that taking out whatever was the horde of chaos was of utmost importance. Lakshmi tipped her head to the newcomer, but was exuberant at Lifprasil's arrival none the less [color=slateblue]"Who's t-this?"[/color] she asked Lifprasil, walking forth to meet Susa. Even more shocking, however, was the giant hooded mount that loomed over the King and his friend, with engines of blistering white hidden beneath its multitude of wings. [color=slateblue]"W-what's th-at?"[/color] she then asked, pointing to Lifprasil's divine mount. [color=orange]"This is Oevadia, a gift I had recieved from Jvan, and this is Susa, a friend I had made on my travels... I had another one, Belvast, but he seems to have run off... I'll explain him later - anyway, Susa, why don't you introduce yourself to may compatriote, Lakshmi? She's the crown general of my army."[/color] Lifprasil asked, and then stepped aside to give Susa room. Susa didn't quite get the chance; be it ignoring Allure or merely giving that impression, perfection's arbiter would not be relegated to the sidelines. [color=E62020]"Another couple of additions to the merry band of misfits, eh? Well, at least this one eludes my complete distaste, even if the Jvanic nightmare she sits astride turns my stomach. Of course, you need not chide me, grand emperor; I willingly postpone any bloodshed, tragedy though it is. Consider this,"[/color] he flourished his weapon for Lifprasil. [color=E62020]"A graceful instrument of death I made through the contortion of a mundane spear. It pains me to have to prove to you the beauty that succeeds destruction. That aside,"[/color] he said as turned back to Susa without missing a beat. [color=E62020]"I am Allure. I'm not quite a 'crown general' such as this winged thing, albeit I have never seen her fight or command anyone, but I suppose you can call me an enthusiastic critic. The pleasure is all yours, I'm sure."[/color] Susa was notoriously slow to respond indeed, this was a new world for her, nothing like any social interaction she ever had on her travels, so many different people asking so many different things had a confounding effect on her mind, that she just managed to snap out of when Allure approached. "I'm not sure of what you said, but I got the impression you were saying this thing I'm riding is odd, and indeed, it is, and I'm happy we are at close to soil again" she didn't think twice before jumping down, her voice was the typical rigid tone, despite her bewilderment. "I'm Susa. I'm just a huntress, but I'm a decent one. I hope we can work well together, Allure, Lakchime." This provoked a curious smirk from Allure, cast from a side-facing head. This woman seemed positively normal, which did not by any stretch of the imagination enrapture him. Evidently her boringness permeated her being so deeply that she did not react with awe at the sight of his unmatched handsomeness. That, too, irked him, but he knew that taking issue with every little flaw would make for a short stay in daring Lifprasil's vision of empire. Her mention of being a huntress stood out to him. [color=E62020]"Perhaps we shall go hunting sometime, then. I would be pleased to show off my form."[/color] A second past before he realized what he had said. [color=E62020]"My form at killing, of course."[/color] "Ah?" a flash of sudden interest sparked in her eyes "That sounds exciting, it has been a while since anyone called me out to hunt. I look forward to seeing your techniques" the whole second meaning of "form" completely escaped the huntress. Once again she looked forward to the ones waiting, the odd army that Lifprasil had formed for himself, the people she was expected to work with from now on. But as soon as she stepped away from Lifprasil, a wall of blinding light rose from the ground, encircling the emperor-to-be. "Hello, Lifprasil, sorry for showing up so suddenly. But my divas noticed you were paying a visit and I couldn't skip the chance" Said Ilunabar. "So, you got yourself in quite a conflict, huh? I wish I could send some of my own champions, but they are far too new, I do not want to risk an early release." she sighed. "However... Maybe I could help you a little bit. See, look, my girl's marionettes have attracted an odd folk into this land, White Giants, and hey, you might have some use for those right?" She was keen on not giving the proper time for the young emperor to answer "And you will also need mobility to counter the enemy's gargantuan size. Luckily for you, I already ordered the divas to build up a whole lot of rideable marionettes, not all of them are ready, but they will be useful." Lifprasil was obviously intrigued by Illunabar's sudden helping hand, it brought one of his bright smiles to his face. [color=orange]"Ah, White Giants? I encountered a few - they tried to kill me, but the marionettes sound exciting, where are they?" he questioned, half looking to the divas. The Emperor to be was blatantly excited, this arrival was much more fruitful than he had hoped. "They are currently set to arrive here, the tools are ready for your war, so it's now really up to what you wish to do. Make it a beautiful war, Lifprasil, because it is about to close a chapter in the history of things. Now I must go, your friends grow worried about their leader being inside some odd barrier and I have others to look after" with that the Muse vanished, taking the veil of light with her. [hr] Once Lifprasil was off to his battle, a meeting between the Divas and Ilunabar took place on the summit of a hill not too far from the capital. The fog, which would keep it discrete in the eyes of mortals and jealous gods, disappeared for a short second, giving the Muse a chance to gaze at its grace. "This was an interesting work, I'm fascinated that it was mostly done with mortal materials." she said, with a soft smile. "However, I believe I will be relieving you three of your position for this last piece. I want to plan the palace myself, unlike the city, it is not meant to evolve and chance, instead, it must be a monolith of greatness that will defy time until either one crumbles." "Well, there goes our little hobby" sighed Notte. "But what will we do now? Surely we can't just stay around idling!" contested Meimu. "What is it? Have you lost your sense of artistic freedom? The world is your canvas, do as you will." Ilunabar was a bit angry at this, perhaps they had stayed too much time going along with Lifprasil's benevolent dictator antics. "Actually, perhaps we could go and observe Lifprasil's fight" proposed Piena "It will be the world's first large-scale combat, involving almost all races..." "Oh Piena," Ilunabar thought "What an amazing liar you are." Even without accessing the mind of her fragment, her Diva, she could see her intent. "Surely, I expected you three to realize that naturally. Go, and see the mess that Vestec made, see the disaster and glory of war." And, without exactly a choice on the matter, the Divas complied. [hr] (After Grot's defeat) "Huh, the fishes and sea-jvanic creatures are going to dine well tonight" jested Notte. "Grot's thing was that he was gargantuan, but the ocean was greater and swallowed the titan whole" Meimu felt somewhat inspired, it was an interesting dynamic. "It was a good plan, but perhaps it could have happened sooner. Too many died due to inefficient management" sighed Piena. But deep down, she was very satisfied, during the whole spectacle she took notes, many races were shaped by caprice, not hers. "Well, that is about it. Hey, Meimu, do you want to sneak in into the victory commemorations?" proposed Notte. "Well... Technically I shouldn't... But a bit of fun can't hurt. Are you coming too, Piena?" "No. I'm far too busy. Go and enjoy your party, I will be going back to check on lady Ilunabar." [hr] [url=http://orig12.deviantart.net/7325/f/2009/058/4/b/great_falls_by_unfor54k3n.jpg]Even further into the foggy entrails of Shalanoir's pass[/url], the Palace that was being built for Lifprasil was meant to go the step beyond, if the Capital was the framework for mortal efficiency, the Palace was meant to remember there was always something beyond and divine. The inspiration of the Celestial Citadel was obvious, but those were places of power, the palace was simply meant to be beautiful. [url=http://img14.deviantart.net/bd8e/i/2012/279/5/3/r_o_v__final_background_by_artofwarstudios-d4hf4pc.jpg]Like a jewel.[/url] Furthermore, it was meant to be a livid place, with pools, gardens, libraries, game courts, gymnasiums and all other sorts of facilities. Lifprasil has trying to conquer the world, it was only natural for the Muse to make his home a place that incentivized the pursuit of culture, without forgetting, of course, [url=http://pre11.deviantart.net/0bf3/th/pre/f/2010/174/2/9/291bac56854cb3631532f801edefee5c.jpg] to create rooms that could satisfy the young deity's ambition and hunger of glory.[/url] The finishing touches were based on the many illusions used by her in the Celestial Citadel and her divas on the capital. Fake skies instead of ceilings and phantom zoos made of illusory forests and seas were common on personal quarters. But not everything was merely beauty, maquettes of the capital and the harbor were perfect miniatures of the cities, changing themselves as the settlements grew, and Lifprasil's personal quarters had certain devices, [url=http://img05.deviantart.net/ea6a/i/2011/195/9/6/lunch_sketchin_by_k04sk-d3ra1qy.png]like a room that changed it's interior to resemble any biome of Galbar.[/url] It was a living place, not meant only to be marble and gems, but to be inhabited and loved. (1 might spent to create the palace) "This... Is quite like I imagined it" said Piena, showing the semblance of a smile. "I know, you are my planner, after all, this was mostly your doing. You just didn't have the proper tools to visualize it as possible" answered Ilunabar "In that regard, we can fix that now." There was a sudden flux of energy inside room, centering on Piena, who didn't know exactly what was happening. (3 might. Beauty (Aesthetic) added to Portfolio) "Of all my Divas, you are the one who showed the most results, even when your design lacks creative tools," Ilunabar smiled. "Now go, you have something important to do" When Lifprasil's forces returned, Lifprasil did not accompany them, instead, Lakshmi did, carrying behind her wounded a'plenty - the expansive site that Illunabar's faux servants yielded proved sprawling enough to contain the despair; but some had died before they even arrived. The Lifprasilians took good care of this, burying them outside of their borders, to become one with the surrounding world. Sooner than she arrived, Lakshmi found her way to Lifprasil's temple, covered in blood, dirt, her armor in tatters, she carried their silent visitor, Tira, to whatever quarters were found suitable - prefferably close to where she would be staying. With the Muses' guidance, Lakshmi found the deed easier done than said, and with the Muses' further pertained guidance, Lakshmi was clean. She found the wonderous distractions, the otherworldly gems within the palace interesting, furthermore, it antagonized the darker thoughts lingering in the back of her psyche. Two guards remained near the 'Tira', letting Lakshmi do something she was not familiar with: paperwork, in many ways, the influx of people that came into Lifprasil's settlement needed to be catalogued, and catalogued they were. Somewhere deep within the palace that was meant for Lifprasil, Lakshmi began to work, she avoided the abstract God Den generated for Lifprasil, and wandered the premise as she labored over things that had to be done. After all, Lifprasil trusted her while he was off establishing ties.