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Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Posted!...a bit of insight as well into her past, and one of the main reasons for her crusade against slavery.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

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“It will do.” The Tyro nodded to her reflection as she stood in front of the tall mirror once again, but this time to admire the cream colored robe which fit her form rather well, all things considered. Czigani wasn’t very tall, nor was she petite, but most of her weight -formed into muscle- was in her arms, rear, and thighs, which wasn’t wholly uncommon for her hearty race, especially amongst the females. She ran her hand over the smooth fabric, following the contour of her small breasts and moving down past her stomach where she stopped for a moment, her mind wandering into thoughts that had not surfaced for over a year…

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Not since that one evening back in Fotia as her and Gh’enro were to consummate their secret courtship under the stars, away from the prying eyes of the castle and her family, who would not approve of such a union between their kin and a slave. But as it happened, Gh’enro loved Czigani, and for her, he would have been the first she truly loved enough to give herself away to, allowing the Oro male to penetrate the sacred seal within her, thereby stripping away her purity and becoming as one flesh. The Fotian royal had never been afraid of anything, but that night, nestled in the arms of her love, she was afraid of what the future would bring if a sexual bond transpired. For many within the Fotian realm, sex was just another pastime and taken for granted, but for Czigani, it was meaningful and what followed was not only a physical, but emotional connection that would live on for an eternity. But what had the warrioress most concerned, was Gh’enro’s mention of children, and his longing for having a family with the love of his life. To move far away. Away from the wars, the hate, the slavery, and build a life out that they could control, and a life where there children saw no prejudice.

However, as most good things went, the dreams of a better life came to a halt as an unknown arrow shot forth from the darkness of the distant forest, slicing through the air, and finding its target directly through the skull of the Oro. Gh’enro was instantly killed, his lifeless body slumped forward as Czigani held him, her crimson eyes welling up with anger and sadness all at once. But she knew what had happened, and yet it still didn’t make the sting hurt any less. A pair of Fotian palace guards stepped from the shadows making their way toward the lone girl, who could only shake her head at the duo as they stopped a few feet from her.

“You were warned, m’lady...” Was all they had been uttered before escorting the niece of King Magnix back to the castle. Back to her chambers as though none of it ever happened and the Oro slave named Gh’enro was never spoken of again, and the young Tyro remained unspoiled, as had been the plan all along…

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"Children…” Czigani whispered before removing her hand from her torso and glancing toward the open window just as the evening sky lit up with beautiful colors, and the booming of the royal fireworks display commenced. Vrondi knew how to show off their strength and power, even if in the form of a little alchemy.

The Tyro’s attention was suddenly peeled away from the window at the subtle sound of a small folded parchment slipped under her door. She stepped over and picked up the mystery letter, arching a dark eyebrow at the summons, which seemed to be asking for able-bodied volunteers to be a representation of the new union.

“For what?” She wondered out loud, rereading it again to be sure she hadn't missed anything. It never said specifically, but Czigani also realized she needed an in to this, team. But how?...

Folding up the letter and slipping it into what little space she had left in the robe, she lifted the hood up and over her head -covering the large curled horns along each side as well as partially obscuring the top half of her face- and made her way out into the hallway, allowing the voices of the other guests down the corridor to lead the way.

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I tend to talk to myself, especially if I'm trying to talk myself out of buying something :D

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I love that show! Just finished the season finale yesterday actually :)

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

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The Tyro’s eyes shot open wide as the nightmarish sequence that had been plaguing her mind for over a week, came to a halt, and she found herself in the great bathing pool of Vrondi castle, just as she was before dozing off. The face of her opponent, her accuser, the gladiatorial fighter, Alric and his mocking gestures, smug expressions, and stench was still in the forefront of the young Fotian girl’s mind as she laid her head back against the cool stone wall that lined the perimeter of the pool. She noticed that her body felt much better than before, and muscles that were once tense and sore, were now relaxed. She lifted her hand to her face, running a finger along the wound which had scarred over nicely, but would still be noticable otherwise. She allowed a smirk to crease her lips, realizing that the Sol woman was much better at her job than Czigani had expected, but then again, she hadn’t expected much truth be told. The Fotian allowed her eyes to wander for a moment, following the intricate fresco paintings that covered most of the ceiling above the bathing house. She’d always been appreciative of the arts, although having little to no gift for it herself, she respected the artisans who spend their entire lives if only to create one masterful piece of work, even those who are never guaranteed to see the light of day. Like most of the furnishings and deco within the castle, it was of Vrondi influence, with all the elegance, grace, and egotistical flair that one could handle. The Tyro loved and hated everything about it all at once.

Her ears perked up at the muffled voices that sounded as though they were coming from the adjacent hallway, which, from what she’d briefly heard, was an extension of the guest rooms and bathing areas. Had someone been in the same pool while she slept? The thought would have made some cringe she supposed, being naked and vulnerable for just about anything unusual to happen. But the Tyro cared little for such petty things, especially amongst the royal idiots within Vrondi and their “party all night” mentalities. It wasn’t as though Czigani herself was without the possibility of feelings or affections toward another, but she knew this was not the time or place for distractions of the flesh. She needed her wits about her, and the absence of any attachments if she was to succeed in her mission, even if it was a mission she may never return from alive.
Standing to her feet slowly as the bath water cascaded down her body, Czi was relieved that the -expected- sharp pain in her ribs had subsided and she could move normally again. She stretched out her limbs and arched her back, happy with the results of the healing pool and the magical qualities from Solari. Which reminded her, she hadn’t seen the healer in the bathing area anywhere, but then spotted her across the hallway sitting in a chair peering out through the bedroom window into the courtyard below. Czigani stepped up and out of the pool, searching for her tunic and armor that she shed before going into the water earlier, but realized that they may have been taken to be cleaned. She pulled on the rob which was hanging near the doorway and walked into the bedroom, where the Sol was sitting, as well as a beautiful cream-colored hooded robe that was laid out on the bed.

“Oh, m’lady, I see you are awake and about.” Solari seemed almost surprised as she turned and smiled without really looking directly at the Tyro standing before her. “How are you feeling?”

“Wonderful, actually.” The other said with a friendly smile in return. “You’ve done great work, and I’m not sure how I could repay you.”

“’Repay’, m’lady?” The Sol’s tone seemed bewildered by such a comment, almost as though she’d never heard of anything so preposterous. “I assure you that all the reward I need is knowing you are better.” She bowed her toward the Tyro. “Your clothes are also being cleaned and repaired, but I have brought you something I hope will be equally as comforting until they are ready.” Solari’s hand gestured toward the cream colored hooded robe laying on the bed.

Hooded Robe

“Oh.” Czigani looked at the dress trying not to appear too disgusted by the thin, flowy fabric or the choice color, which she’d never in million lifetimes wear. “It’s...perfect.”

Solari smiled and bowed her head once again. “Is there anything more you need of me, m’lady?”

“No.” The other shook her head. “Not unless you need to dress me as well.“ Czi let out a slight chuckle.

“I-um…” Solari seemed to tense up, clearly caught off guard. “I’d be honored to dress you, m’la-”

“I was kidding.” The Fotian smirked. “There’s no need. I’m a big girl.”

“Yes, very well.” The healer bowed her head once again. “Please do not hesitate to call upon me again if needed.” She said, slowly making her way toward the door. “For anything…” The whispered words carried further than she thought even when she exited from the room, catching the ear of the Tyro.

“Anything?” Czigani sighed to herself. “This place needs to be burned to the ground for starters.” She snorted as she lifted the elegant robe. “Along with this hideous thing…”

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Oh! Fun thread!

So...mine prob isn't as awesome as @The Harbinger of Ferocity, but the very first toy I ever owned was an oversized D20 that my dad bought at like Spencer's after finding out my mom was preggers with me. Aaand, that pretty much solidified my journey into the crazy world of table-top RPs :D

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Hello, everyone. I'm Rey. I'm a scavenger from Jakku, but I'm being trained to take down Kylo Ren and the First Order. May the force be with you.

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Never heard of them, but it sounds like that would make an epic space opera someday...

Anyway, welcome!

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