[center][h1]Sundom[/h1][/center] Down in the Gardens, a wind blew warm across the land, bringing with it the tides of change. Oraelia knew the suffering that went on here and thus she created from the land, a large cathedral hewn from the rock. It stood tall, supported by tall trees and flowing gardens. It would be a place of healing and warmth, where those who sought to be comforted from horrors could go to find peace. Oraelia knew that the machinations of her peers were ever moving and thus, she made another change to the design, for in it she wanted mortals to be taught to confront their fears and to control their powers, if the need ever arose. She then erected walls and defences invisible to the eye and put into that place her very heart so that all might be loved in her embrace. Yet, it remained empty. She took a deep breath and spread her hands across the good green soil of the Gardens, sowing new seeds that would come to grow within the bodies of hopeful mothers. These children would be destined to heal the people of the land, and inhabit the Cathedral. In time they would grow to know its greatness. Knowing still that the Cathedral would sit empty for years, she decided to entrust it’s protection and that of the land to the nearest family. There was nothing special about them, nothing that defined their presence but the courage to do what was right. She asked and they did so out of genuine want and thus, Oraelia parted with them with a gift. They were known as the Omun. [hr] The scouts had returned bringing grave news. The humani were marshalling forces on all sides, making a march for Ha Duna. Not much had been heard from the city, besides a few rumors from the many pilgrims who sought the gift of the statuette. The many fears of the Sun’s Daughter had come to fruition. They had tried to seek peace with the surrounding towns and villages, starting small, hoping to work their way up but they had been too slow. Now the host of the Oraeliari within the Caisteal Na Grèine, were preparing for war. Pilgrims were made to take shelter and those tending the surroundings lands were brought in for protection or sent home. Spears were forged, blades were made anew, arrows were fletched and bows were strung. With the help from Lucia and Sanya, armor was crafted in the visage of the sun. From their inner forges, they produced that which could protect like never before. Plate that mimicked the gift of the Goddess. It was not as strong but the likes of it had never been seen before. It was an advancement of the ages but one used in the horrors of war. They were no stranger to that beast. They knew of its pain and suffering but they did not shy away from the task at hand. The cardinals stood tall, beacons of hope in a tide of crushing dark. Even still, Lucia and Sanya stood taller still. Living embodiments of the mother’s will, brought forth to bring about a lasting peace. Even if it had to be forged with a heavy heart. They would set out soon, in an attempt to save that land from it’s own vices, from more needless pain. Solus watched from where he stood in the courtyard. Silent but resolute. He had returned from the far west, preventing those who sought conquest upon the dunalands. But he had failed to look to the east and now what approached was a deep breath before the plunge. Lucia and Sanya walked to him and he knelt down. Both held their helmets under the arms, while the darker haired woman carried her spear in the other. With a look of doubt, Lucia bowed before him. [color=tan]”Mighty Solus. I wish we could have met under better circumstances. It seems the mortals here have a penchant for starting wars over something or another. I wish it were not so. I thought we were going to do better but the conflict that is brewing is testament to that failure. But I digress. How are you doing? Was the trip west uneventful?”[/color] She asked in a voice that reminded the avatar of his mother. In fact, no one had ever asked him how he was doing and Solus did not know how to react. “You…” He began in a deep, but soft voice. “Remind me… Of her… Mother.” The avatar took a pause. “The West… Is secure. Saved from… Warlords and… False gods. Here is… No different… You all will… Save them… From… Themselves. You… Must. I will… Help.” Lucia nodded, a look of relief washing over her face. [color=tan]”It does me good to hear that, Solus. I am glad you are well and unharmed from your trip. I can’t imagine dealing with all that but you did and we thank you for it. We plan on leaving for Ha Duna shortly once the final preparations are made. If all goes well, we can prevent anything from happening before it gets out of hand. Let’s hope that there is no trickery afoot from other, less civil, gods. As it stands, anything could happen and we have to keep our eyes open. Having you at our side will put all of us at ease. So, thank you, Solus.”[/color] she flashed a smile and jabbed Sanya, who also gave her thanks. Solus stood and remained silent for a time. “War… Never changes. We will… Do… What we…” A presence came snaking in on the winds and the avatar turned his attention up and behind them. His perception scanning the skies for that which was unseen by mortal eyes. There. He found it… No… He found her… Flying so high above. His voice was no longer soft. “She… Flies… Up above... My old… Enemy. A viper… A stain… Lucia… Sanya… Aveira… Has come. Protect… I must. Mother… Would… Want that… Thank you… For kind… Words… Aveira must… Be… Destroyed. Goodbye… Daughters… of the… Sun.” He took off into the air as Aveira made her approach. Behind him, Lucia cried out for him to stop but Solus was resolute in his charge. Aveira could not be allowed to meddle in the affairs here. Another Luminant… Was not needed. It was time for her to face judgement. [hr] [hider=Summary] Oraelia does some stuff in the Gardens, location pending. Then we see what the Oraeliari and Luciya have been up to in Ha Duna. Solus feels an old presence and goes to fight it. [/hider] [hider=mp] Holy Site - Cathedral of Light -1DP (Compassion) Oraliyah’s Embrace I - Those who venture into this Holy Site’s hallowed grounds feel the warmth and touch of the Goddess Oraliyah. Aggression dissipates, anger washes away and a sense of serenity overcomes those most out of sorts. -1DP (Healing) Healing Baths I - Within the confines of this Cathedral, there are fountains that contain the healing waters of the goddess. The longer one submerges in these waters, the more they are healed from their physical ailments. -1MP Large Stone I - This Cathedral is very tall and wide, perhaps bigger then what most mortals can achieve currently. -1MP The training Ground I - There is a special area within the Cathedral that acts as a place for those wishing to train themselves and others. The area itself is more of a large courtyard and is one of the only places in the Cathedral where combat is permitted. One of the more supernatural rooms of the Cathedral, as the area never seems to run out of training dummies and targets. -1DP (Punishment) Hallowed Ground I - The ground that the Cathedral sits upon is protected by the Goddess. Acts of aggression, of harm, of hatred and of war, are not tolerated here. If any such transgression were to pass, the Cathedral will trap offenders in a prison of light. This prison is only a temporary thing, allowing time for other defenses to arrive. 2 Free Titles (Sunlight) Solar Guardians II - The Cathedral can summon forth physical constructs of light in the form of tall beings with mighty armor and blazing swords. There are only a handful of these beings but they will protect the Cathedral at any cost. -2DP Golden Generation. Oraelia sowed the seeds for a generation of those who have an affinity for the natural healing energies of the world. These mortals are able to heal minor wounds of others by themselves and working together, can even heal those gravely injured. They have a natural pull to the Cathedral of Light in order to house and staff it. Holy Order - Coven of Omun -2MP Light Bearers II - Coven members can wield the magics of light in the form of strands, barriers, and shields. This light can be any color and strength varies. Such light, when channelled together, becomes permanent but not infallible. This magic is more defensive in nature, meant to subdue. -1MP Light Constructors I - Molded by the Cathedral in style, members of the coven can create small constructs of light. They can physically interact with the world and can be used for a variety of applications. When brought forth by a member, they become attuned to their summoner and they know where they are. They can also look through their eyes but if their construct dissipates when doing so, their eyesight is lost. ⅖ Justice ⅖ Repentance ⅗ Punishment [/hider] [hider=Prestige] Lucia: 60 Prestige Lucia -10 major tech shift (Solar forged armor, tough as iron) Total: 50 [/hider]