Goddess of Martial Combat 5 Might and 20 Freepoints
Time: The Day the Gods Came
"FUCK-!"
It was the first Seihdhara had heard Meatchops speak, and it surprised her so much that she stopped throwing rocks at the impassive old ogre. In truth, she had swept the little Meatchops up on a whim. She had registered, in a distant sort of way, that she was a god and entirely capable of taking care of herself. But Seihdhara had been so certain that the newborn godling was distressed, in need of a strong shoulder to lean upon even for a few moments - and so, acting on impulse so natural that it did away with thought, she had brought Meatchops close. After all, of what use was her strength - ample enough for self-protection - if she did not use it for whoever seemed in need? But Meatchops did not seem pleased at all - in fact, she seemed positively upset! And she clawed and tore and bit at Seihdhara's sun-kissed skin, and she ripped it open so that a furious crimson rose, seething with heat and aglow, bloomed from her back and shoulder and throat. And Seihdhara knew not what she had done for Meatchops to hurt her thus, but she pouted in the general direction of the little god as she scrambled rather spritely away. 'Meatchops!' Seihdhara called, hurt and glum at the thought that she might have scared her off or that she did not... like her. The Crimson Goddess kept her eye on the gnarly goddess for a little bit more, watching the defiance and hostility in her stance and words - and then the apologies that followed. Seihdhara laughed suddenly and bent her knees slightly, as if preparing for some godly rough and tumble. 'Oh I see! - if you need to get it out of your system the-' but she did not have the opportunity to finish her words or leap at Meatchops as she planned, for just then the statuesque Ugly Old Ogre turned on the warrior goddess - and it provided no answers to her (perhaps ill-put) requests, but sought only to punish and reprimand.
"I will teach you to respect your elder."
Seihdhara looked up and stood straight, defiant yet surprised - for she had not thought that her request was disrespectful. Perhaps throwing stuff at him had been a tad bit cheeky of her - but what kind of door-opening god felt bothered or threatened by a few rocks? They were only meant to draw his attention to the fact that he had left half of her behind! Yet before she could respond to him now that his focus was on her, he flicked his wrist, and all about her was blinding light and furious heat. She looked down at the source of the light and heat - her shortened flame-red hair whipping about her fitfully -, and she yelped slightly as she realised that she was trapped and her arms paralysed. Strange letters in a language unknown to her (if they were indeed letters and if it was a language at all, that is) appeared all about her naked form, slithering here and there like so many snakes bent on tying her down and suffocating her. And there was a stench of death.
She growled involuntarily, for she found that she could not speak a word, and there came to her memories of another place and another time when a different, but equally bitter and tyrannical, old man had taken her and locked her away too. The seals slithering across her skin seemed suddenly distant, and Seihdhara extended her sight and saw the singular sighing maw that was the Ugly Old Ogre's well of sight. Her eyes locked on his despite the pain and paralysis, and in the darkness of his neverending pupil was a room in which she sat staring out from an impossible height at her children oh so far below; who in turn stared piningly and unknowingly upward, with a nostalgia whose source they could not quite fathom - only that they longed oh so much for something up there. And her gaze had held in it no less yearning than theirs. Why, there is no pain that could compare to that found in the gaze of a mother severed from her children. By no choice her own had she been locked up then, and for no fault that she could fathom - only that she had loved and lived fully and without holding back. If respect would teach her to live and love otherwise, then that Ugly Old Fucking Ogre could take its respect and shove it down the big fat hole in its dumb little face!
As if reading her thoughts and seeing the fire of rebellion yet in her gaze, the cage suddenly contorted in strange and unnatural ways, and the invisible barrier she was trapped in pressed down on her, simmering and burning. And light bent and attacked her eyes, and her tresses of fiery crimson hair - short as they were - became trapped and entangled. She held until she thought she could hold no more, defied until she thought she had come to the end of defiance and struggled until the word and action became meaningless (why her very life, by the very act of holding onto it, was in itself struggle and resistance even if all else fell away). Through all this, she could hear a strange sort of jabbering coming from a not too distant place, and - against the will that held her in this cage - she turned her eyes towards the sound and gazed numbly at the clicking and jabbering thing. She found that she knew it to be a god, and found that she knew it to be Eurysthenes, and she found that she knew that it was doubtlessly riddling her something, but what this riddle was and why - of all times - it would choose to riddle her then she could not say. But perhaps that was the true riddle: not what it now jabbered but the one its actions spoke.
Confused and confusing. Actionless when action is called for. You guide all to lose their way. What are you?
And then, even as Seihdhara struggled with all that she was, the voice of the Ugly Old Ogre sounded again and his gaze and her gaze were once again locked in silent battle. 'The fortitude of your frame, the blood in your hair and flesh, the very air that you breathe. I gave you all of this! Before I brought you here, you were nothing but a worthless echo, a formless shadow, doomed and trapped in the Beyond. Such a waste.' If she could, Seihdhara would have smiled, and then she would have laughed. Not derisively or unkindly, but simply because that was - well, a funny and odd thing to say. Not even the veiled lady had tried to claim that - in fact, she had been fairly truthful all things considered. She had not had any pretensions to powers beyond her; she had not claimed that she created Seihdhara or any of the other gods, or that she had given them strength or anything of the sort. She had found them, opened the door for them, and let them through. It was true that she had been powerful, but to Seihdhara's mind that was only because they had been in her world. And this here was no different. But that the Old Ogre should ascribe to himself acts that Seihdhara knew, with certainty, were not his made her suspicious. Only one who was overcompensating for something would need to do that. In other words, the Old Ogre was bullshitting her. Why he would do that - seeing as his power was clearly greater than hers or any of the other gathered gods - she did not know. In fact, she did not really want to know. He could bullshit all he wanted, so long as he opened the door and brought the rest of her through.
A sudden ripping at her hair pulled her from her thoughts, and she screamed inwardly as she felt a few tufts come loose. Almost as soon as her hair was desecrated, the prison shattered all about her and Seihdhara fell back limply. She landed heavily on her back, her head smashing against the tiles, and did not move. But even with her gaze turned upward, she could still see the unblinking gaze of the Ugly Old Ogre. The dumb twerp had an almost triumphal look in its eye! Idiot! But despite herself, Seihdhara admired one who, when wielding power over others wielded it with mercy. BUT WHAT WAS THE POINT OF MERCY IF HE WAS A STUPID UGLY OLD OGRE WHO PUNISHED THE INNOCENT (stone throwing aside, because that is hardly a crime against a bloody god)! FUCKER! And she would have told him as much were she not yet suffering from his assault.
Slowly but surely the Old Ogre's eye disappeared from her sight and she could now see the endless expanses of darkness above and Melantha, that goddess made of darkness and encased in it, rising up to it. Seihdhara had heard Melantha's question to the Old Ogre even though she had been fighting to keep the hole-in-all-things open at the time. Why. That had been the ask, and the answer had been no more assuaging than was the one to Seihdhara's own - forcefully rock-backed - ask. And it was clearly not out of a lack for answers that the Old Ogre refused to respond - for he had opened the doors before and could do so easily again - but out of some bitterness, or to spite them, or out of stubbornness, or maybe because it was cruel like that. Or maybe, like another old man she had loved and who had loved her too, that was simply how it expressed its love. A misguided and alienating way to do it, no doubt, but love nonetheless. Seihdhara loosed a frustrated sigh and frowned, her lips forming an exaggerated pout. 'Stupid old man. Stupid Old Ogre!' But her own words were hardly registered for immediately in their wake there erupted a volcano of explosive bellowing that caused her to sit up on her elbows and look to its source.
"YOU. WHY HAVE YOU BROUGHT US HERE? I WANT OUT OF THIS MISERABLE PLACE! I WANT TO ROAM AND LET THE FLAMES ENGULF THE WORLD! THERE IS NOTHING FOR ME HERE!" Brief silence followed the brave shouts (except for that weird Narzhak's incessant cackling), and then Seihdhara's own laughter joined Narzhak's cackles. 'That's my boyo! You tell that dumb old thing, Danglydong! She cheered, though her voice did not come out quite as loud as she was expecting. It was clear that the effects of whatever the Old Ogre had done to her had not completely faded. Before the Old Ogre could provide Danglydong with an answer, however, the strange water spirit - no, god, for she had learned quickly - that had been dashing hither and thither approached the furious fire god and spoke with the calmness of waves gently kissing and stroking the shore. The sound brought forth the memory of sand between her toes and the waves coming in gently before receding, then coming in again - seductive, unassuming, inconspicuous, alluring...safe - and slowly, oh so slowly, pulling you deeper and deeper in so that before you knew it you were knee deep in and knew not how or when you got so far. Aye, the lure of the sea had always gotten Seihdhara into trouble.
"Can't you see? We have been brought here to create!" The sirenesque Ashalla said and pointed with a watery tendril towards the Old Ogre's crystal spheres. "Look at that Sphere over there. I feel it is much greater than this place here. There we can exercise our might!" And then the siren was suddenly beside one of those spheres. "Come! We have a world to create!" she called, and Seihdhara sensed immediately that she was not only calling to Danglydong, but to all the gathered gods also. Considering whether to jump up and go after the siren, Seihdhara pressed her lips together and returned to her back. If past experience had taught her anything, it was that following the sea was a bad idea. Smiling mischievously to herself, she was on the verge of leaping up and giving chase to the siren when she realised that a pool of fiery ichor had been growing about her from Meatchops previous assault on her. Grimacing as she poked at the rather vicious injuries, she willed the wounds to close but found that, oddly, she had no power. She found this so strange that it took her a while to notice that something was crawling through her hair and was slowly making its way down her face, down her neck, and suddenly stopped on her stomach. Seihdhara leaned up and looked at the stone crab, and it stared back at her, seemingly wide-eyed and surprised to find itself face to face with this fiery giantess.
'Well Kels, you naughty little crab! You're brave - I'll give you that!' She giggled before picking him up slightly, planting a kiss on his back, and placing him on the ground beside her. Realising he was now in a pool of her hot quintessence, she quickly picked him back up and tried to wipe it off him, before placing him down further off and away from all the icky ichor. She looked at him, smiling a broad, hearty smile that flashed teeth and seemed on the verge of erupting into a peal of laughter. But this time, she managed to withhold it. She kept her eye on the naughty little crab as he continued on his way, and found herself thinking that it was a bit odd for a crab to be walking backwards - was it not?
”Thought you were a goner for a moment there.” Seihdhara looked up at the speaker, and found that it was the traveller god. ”But glad you are fine, rare to see anything like you in this sea of sticks-in-the-mud and sycophants.” And so saying, Urhu extended a helping hand to Seihdhara. The warrior goddess looked at her hand wide-eyed, then she grinned from ear to ear before grabbing the extended hand and pulling the other goddess towards her. 'Rhu-rhu!' She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Urhu in a tremendous (somewhat bloody) bear hug. 'That stupid Old Ogre, did you see what he did! And it was all his fault anyway, bringing only half of me through!' She leapt up and set Urhu back on her feet, feeling power surge through her and her cut up throat and shoulder and back begin to seal up. Grabbing Urhu's hands in her own, the excitable goddess continued - 'You're a traveller Rhu-rhu. You can open up the doors, right? You can bring the rest of me through, can't you? And my hair - look at it, all cut up and ugly and dead. And you know what, I didn't like those purple bits at the start - but after a while they really grew on me! We have to bring them through! What do you say? Is there a way?'
Seihdhara is confused by Chopsticks' attack on her, but then reckons that what Chopsticks really needs is some good ol' fashioned rough and tumble to get all the stress out. Unfortunately, the Old Ogre decides to try his luck at breaking Seihdhara (like so many before him, it seems!) It's hardly a fair fight in Turn 0, the coward! Seihdhara goes down memory lane while the sadist tortures her. When he's done with her, she lies down on her back and observes the others for a bit. Some crab scuttles over her, so she gives the cutey a kiss. FIRST KISS CONFIRMED. Urhu comes over and Seihdhara gets excited at the prospect that she could open the door and bring the rest of her through.
There was no way to interact with Li'Kalla without making it feel contrived, but it must happen!
Seihdhara of the Red Hair, The Crimson Goddess Goddess of Martial Combat # Might
Time: The Day the Gods Came
And as before was it once more, for her entrance came with tears. Tears and pain, as though something had been stolen from her despite all her efforts and all her fires and all her burning. She held on, waiting, resisting the will that bid the hole-in-all-things to close. But she would not let it close, for she had not yet come through. She could see the monstrous visage burning with glorious, purifying heat - no corruption had taken root and no misery. And she could see the little winged creature whose name she well knew flittering about the great mountaintop pyre, moaning in fear and sadness. Seihdhara - for she had no doubts or befuddled memories; she knew who she was, had come here fully-formed and complete! - reached for them both. 'Come,' she called to them, her hair of flame driven here and there by the force of some unknown wind. But the flittering fae could not hear her, and the burning monstrosity could only hiss and growl in the tongue known only to flames. 'Come,' she called again, the hint of desperation in her voice, tears gushing forth and sizzling into nothingness on her cheeks. The beast aflame looked up, fury burning more brightly in its eyes than elsewhere. And yet there was a sadness which only those who know the language of eyes could see; and Seihdhara saw and wept. What had that one who had for such a short time been her brother sought through this? What was her crime that he should cut her up and wound her so severely? She did not mind the physical blow, the glancing punch, the stabbing strike - but this...
This was different.
And so she refused to move, her shoulder here and her foot there and the hole-in-all-things screeching let me go, screeching for relief - as if saying you are through! you are through! so let me go oh let me go oh oh oh! And Seihdhara held, her light green eyes aglow, standing steadfast against the crashing cosmic surge and flow. And as she stood, stubborn and defiant, she thought she saw another door on a distant surf-tormented shore, and she thought she saw the one who came to her before and knew, in her gut, she will neither see nor be seen by anymore. She looked back on it now, this stepping through - so swiftly! - from door to door, all the life and all the joy and all the love she had given and been given. Aye he had hurt her soul, that brother, and unforgivably so, but was not that always the way of siblings? Had her own father not hurt her beyond the veiled lady's own door? Had he not hurt her and all her beloveds and her children? And she looked to the burning beast and reached out, for she would sooner die than leave the gift her loves had given her behind. Her endless hair whipped about her naked form and made her olive body the peaceful centre of a raging red storm. 'You will come with me, or we will perish here.' She declared. And her living hair - its tips even now still purple-stained from exertions that now seemed so long ago - fought its way through and reached down, on and on and on for ever. And flaming hair met fiery growling visage, and there was a moment of unity and peace. And Seihdhara smiled, and she laughed, and her joy was known even in the nothingness of these inter-universal barrens and even behind her where the gods had congregated around he who called them forth again.
And there was serenity in that moment, and completion. And she looked at her bear, joyful, and his furious eyes seemed to soften. And her shoulder snapped and her foot was rocketed from its place; and the hole-in-all-things gasped and screeched and with a triumphant breath- shut, severing her living hair. Seihdhara howled in horror and pain and clawed at the emptiness which had stolen her neverending crimson mane and half of her soul. Roaring her fury, she fell backwards and was suddenly falling.
A frozen moment before the plummet
Indeed, she only now registered that she had appeared far above all the others and that, in addition to that, she now could not fly. And how could she when her hair had been killed and now hung listless and shorter than it had ever been? A certain anger filled her then and she turned in mid-air - just about missing a godbird and her godrider, the latter who then proceeded to fall. But Seihdhara was not paying too much attention as she now found herself looking downwards. And she filled her chest with air - or maybe she only did it out of habit for there was no air out here - and she bellowed all her anger and frustration at all below and at everything that existed. And it was heard from Barrier to Core. And her bellow was -
'WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!'
And she crashed right by an enormous cackling armoured being, and her landing was such that the ground shook and cracked and dust and rock rose up and there was dust and falling debris all about. Before it had even properly settled Seihdhara was up and shouting. 'Who was it! Who was the bloody- stupid- fucking- who closed-! Bring them through! Bring Dwyn, and the rest of me, and I. WANT. MY. HAIR!' Even naked - for her hair was no longer long enough to cover her and was, in any case, limp and lifeless now - she struck an imposing figure. She looked about her, her visage contorted with fury. Her eyes fell upon the armoured Narzhak and she knew he was not the one at fault here, so she moved on from him. She saw, then, a little shivering piece of skin with a dress in its mouth crumpled on the ground not too far away. Seihdhara recoiled at first, thinking the creature rather odd, but then she saw that it was not the one to blame and seemed somewhat flustered - even scared or hurt. She dashed over to it and picked it up, patting it down and swinging it - her? - over her shoulder. 'I've got you Meatchops.' She looked around again, surveying each of the other gods who had arrived. Some were bright and beautiful, one new arrival was stunningly sexy, another was nothing more than a mouth and tendrils and seemed to be babbling away. But she could see that none of them was at fault here. Frustrated, she turned, and her gaze finally settled on the beast on the dais with the disquieting singular eye. Her visage contorting once more, she screeched - 'IT WAS YOU, YOU UGLY OLD OGRE!' And without another thought, Chopsticks held steady on her broad shoulder with one hand, she took to launching bits of rock and fallen debris at the dumb old thing, aiming for its eye with pinpoint accuracy. 'OPEN THE DOOR YOU! BRING THEM THROUGH!' She demanded.
Seihdhara arrives with a blast came in like a wrecking ball. During her arrival she loses a bit of her soul (the bear bit, if you didn't get that), her old pal Dwyn (references, references everywhere, you can't stop the reference train of tradition and greatness), and she also loses a chunk of her hair. All this makes her angry, so she demands the Old Ogre open the door again and bring them all through. By throwing rocks at his one eye. During her original fall she almost hits Azura, causing her top drop Chopstick Eyes, who is now Seihdhara's personal plaid.
1) Everyone was just summoned; the Architect has imbued them with understanding of one another and of a vague idea of what their purpose should be. 2) You have a chance to (briefly) try speaking to the Architect or one another, but he's willing all of the gods to step onto a crystal and fly off. 3) These crystals are one-way tickets to wherever your god's Sphere will be. Galbar is currently quite empty and has little besides a great ocean and a few rocky and barren islands.
@BBeast I've added that bit to make clear that crossing from Sphere to Sphere is no easy or trivial task for mortals even with a Gateway (though only the Lustrous Garden's stat takes into account the potential future Gateway), hence why something like the idea of a pilgrimage that takes one through numerous spheres can't be done if my understanding is correct. I've included it as a precaution as it was one of the points highlighted in the reviews of my first CS. If I've misunderstood or if that is something that need not be in the CS I can take it out!
Okay, so I think I'll hold off on applying at this point in time as I just don't feel like my writing meets the standards set by this roleplay. It's nothing personal, but I just can't shake the feeling that my writing isn't good enough yet for this.
It's a very cool roleplay though and I hope it goes well.
I think that you are still hazy on one very fundamental aspect of Spheres: traversing them is extremely hard. Ascending to Veradax is quite comparable to "ascending" to the Moon in real life. It will take divine intervention or an extremely powerful force of magic or technology for mortals to traverse the Spheres; this is something that even gods will struggle with in the beginning of the RP. Natural connections are unstable and highly unsafe, even Gateways are meant to often be somewhat difficult to traverse for mortals, and beings that leave their native Sphere can sometimes experience ill effects from doing so, because they're bound to the essence of their own plane and might well be unaccustomed to that of any other. For instance, any living being that were to pass through the Sky of Pyres would almost certainly die just because the aura of death is so potent there and the nebulae of smoke from the braziers is anathema to life itself. Other Spheres may well be much more habitable of course, but for another (more mild) example I point to Ehomakwoi and how the darkness of that cavernous Sphere of stone is such that mundane torches and the likes often don't even work there. (Good job Commodore, btw, I don't know if I ever praised you for that detail but I like it.)
The takeaway of this paragraph is that mortals won't simply walk up to the Seal, or go on pilgrimages to the Great Dark. Gods can abduct mortals to their Spheres, or eventually make Gateways that can perhaps allow entry to mortals under certain conditions, but from your tone and wording I don't think you realize the difficulty of travel and the implications of such challenges when it comes to thinking of how mortals will interact with the Spheres.
Most of the Spheres are very distant and inaccessible places to the mortals of Galbar, which is why we try so hard to emphasize that they should have a substantial effect upon the metaphysics lest they exist for the entire length of the RP whilst still managing to hardly contribute to the setting, like Arcon.
I did not understand this about spheres and thank you for the clarification. I believe the misunderstanding came from the many CSes I read where extra detail was given to the process by which a person can get from that sphere to another sphere (the Infinite Maze being the one that pops to mind and which did this most creatively). That gave me the impression that travelling between spheres is to be encouraged and that it is important to emphasise the accessibility of one's sphere. To my mind this seemed important for interaction as inaccessible spheres are difficult to interact with and I wished to make the Seal as accessible as possible. As I now understand that accessibility is and must be made excessively difficult for gods, let alone mortals, I will reassess any direct engagement by the Seal with mortals. I guess Spheres have more in common with personal planes in this regard than I first thought?
Edit: I haved edited Seihdhara 2.0 with some stats to make clear how difficult it is to travel to and from the Seal.
Seihdhara generally takes on the form of a tall, well-built woman. Her hair is a dark, sunset orange. Her eyes are a light green peppered with turquoise and elements of darker green. Her complexion is generally olive and freshly-sun-kissed due to her being frequently out and about. She is muscular enough to look fairly robust and like she means business in a fight.
She is no stunner, but smiling comes easily to her - a broad, hearty smile, flashing teeth, that quite easily explodes into a laugh - and she has a pretty enough face (and given her tendency to rolls about in the hay with whoever strikes her fancy, it helps). Her athletic physique is an unabashed celebration of power, sensuality, and the primed feminine form. She flies in the face of the petite, shy, helpless, and virginal little girl (indeed, she physically dwarves near anybody). It makes her less woman more monstrosity in the eyes of some, but she cares little for them.
She sports a tattoo on her back, perfectly in the middle, beginning just below her shoulder blades its centre along her spine, and stopping short of her tailbone.
She tends to be dressed in a loosely tied sleeve-less leather jerkin and a kilt, both light brown to orange. Her hair is a mess of tousled tresses while others have various beads and bits of jewellery tied into them. When necessary, she ties it back in a rough bun to keep it out of her eyes and face. When she actually takes the time to take care of herself properly, she gets to braiding it. Mortal icons of her tend to depict her with long braided hair. When staying in the company of mortals, Seihdhara has no issues with conforming with more conservative dress codes - this is not out of any respect for arbitrary laws or customs or whatnot, she just enjoys getting into the ways and clothes of whoever she happens to be staying with. A simple necklace of red and yellow beads hangs at her neck.
S P H E R E
TYPE: Celestial NAME: The Seal DESCRIPTION: From Galbar, the Seal appears as a fiery nebulous cluster boasting a constellation of stars, which come together to take on the appearance of a great fiery comet tail, or perhaps it is the celestial reflection of Seihdhara's flaming hair whipping across the heavens and visible from horizon to horizon. Seihdhara personally thinks it looks like a seal, which is why she has named her sphere the Seal. From within the Sphere, the vastness of space and the entropic Great Dark and the stars can readily be seen, as well as the numerous other Spheres - the closest of which is the desolate Sphere of Veradax. The blood-red light of the Horizon Grotto and fiery light of the Heliopolis meet and mix with the flame-orange of the Seal in a crimson celestial dance and embrace that leaves all on Galbar awed and humbled by the glory of the gods.
The Seal is saturated with an electric energy and hotness that lights up the fires of ambition and life within all who enter, in defiance of all the entropic forces in the world, inspiring them to great feats while within. All things come together in the Seal to drive those who have come before the goddess of Martial Combat towards nothing less than excellence and martial glory.
A path beaten into hardened mud leads from the entrance of the Seal to its centre, where there stands a stone circle. Within said circle is an oak grove, at the centre of which is a particularly majestic oak tree with leaves of burning flame. Cinder and ash fall from it and are carried for a short distance before settling on the warm earth within the circle from which grows grass tall and red.
'Red-haired Folk', as they are known, are those rare individuals born with red hair or fur, or whose hair or fur abruptly or gradually turns red. Such rare folk, it is generally known, are blessed with martial prowess by the Seal's energies seemingly at random. Not every person with red hair is of the Red-haired Folk, so there can be red-haired people who are not martially blessed.
Strong Heroes who can pass from sphere to sphere can attempt the arduous journey from Galbar to the Seal. If they can reach it then the Seal is a good place for them to train, as it is to all extents and purposes a school of Martial Combat. There will eventually be a Gateway direct from the Seal to Galbar which should make the journey easier. Stone circles and oak groves, when this gateway is established, can function as gateways to the Seal during certain parts of the year or during certain great cosmic events if particular rituals are carried out. These rituals often involve displays of martial prowess, or at the very least displays of sincere willingness to learn. This is not an easy journey and 9 out 10 will die in the process even if the timing is right and ritual is satisfactory.
There will eventually be a gateway between the Lustrous Garden and the Seal so that those injured in the Seal may be healed. This will be after Asceal has explored healing. Going through this gate will not be an easy journey and 7 out 10 will die in the process.
There is no immediate link between the Seal and the Great Dark, but there may possibly be one when Seihdhara and Melantha get to know each other.
There is no immediate link between the Seal and So'E, but there is potential for interaction byfuture creations of Li'Kalla with the Seal and Seihdhara.
Thanks to the World Tree, and as Seihdhara does not do anything to resist the World Tree's influence on her sphere, the Seal is full of life and vegetation everywhere. All vegetation in the Seal extends from the branches and leaves of the World Tree, so they have no roots of their own. The great oak tree with flaming leaves in the centre of the Stone Circle in the seal is, in fact, a great branch of the World Tree. On the World Tree's side, the influence of the Seal can create branches that can actually move and fight the closer when gets to the Seal. One can expect to have to actively fight their way through branches in order to finally reach the Seal.
The Seal's link with the Heliopolis is indeterminate.
The Seal's link with the Horizon Grotto is multifaceted and will be in the Wiki.
The Seal's link with the Fengshui Fuyou is indetermiante.
The Seal's link with the Sky of Pyres is indeterminate.
The Seal's link with the Blue is indeterminate.
The Seal's link with Spekatha is indeterminate.
The Seal's link with the Obervatory is indeterminate.
The Sphere directly below the Seal is Veradax. Those travelling between Sphere may get to the Seal when their hope and will to live overcomes the emptiness and desolation of Veradax. It will require physically moving closer to where the Seal's energies and those of Veradax meet, whereupon one will fall into the Seal. On the other side, one moving towards Veradax will grow ever more hopeless and resigned until they come to the meeting point of energies and fall into Veradax. This is not an easy journey and 9 out 10 will die in the process.
As one approaches the Infinite Maze from the Seal, proving circles begin appearing, confusing warriors into thinking they can spar in there, only for them to fall into the Maze. This is not an easy journey and 9 out 10 will die in the process.
P O R T F O L I O
Martial Combat
Seihdhara's focus is primarily on displays of physical force and physical violence, it is this that Seihdhara seeks to teach and cultivate. Martial Combat includes armed and unarmed forms of combat, as well as the base bodily strength and health required for optimal performance. Moreover, for Seihdhara Martial Combat does not only involve the skills necessary to defeat opponents, it also involves principles of how such skill is to be used, against whom, and under what conditions. While not fussed by arbitrary notions like honour, Seihdhara does look with approval upon clemency and the quest to prove one's martial prowess in glorious one-on-one combat, blow-for-blow.
A B I L I T I E S O F N O T E
Absolute Combat: Seihdhara has achieved the highest level of combat proficiency (armed and unarmed) and is capable of performing exceptional martial feats even for a god. This is a passive ability but can be further enhanced with Might during combat situations.
In her natural and relaxed state, Seihdhara lives in the moment, full of joy and life. In that sense, she is more of a force than a living being, bringing her aura of good cheer and fullness of life wherever she dashes. Her actions may appear to onlookers as random and in-the-moment. Such an observation is not far from the mark. The goddess enjoys a good laugh - has a good sense of humour, if she says so herself. A light-hearted story with plenty of jokes is right up her alley and is sure to garner both approval and appreciatve laughs from her. Stories she tells may not necessarily be funny, and perhaps those she laughs at are not humorous enough to warrant such a reaction, but Seihdhara actively seeks joy and will use any excuse to be joyful and cause joy. Despite some of her terminological idiosyncrasies, Seihdhara is for the most-part articulate, even if that does not translate into prose poetry. She is expressive and can be charismatic, though her quick smile and ready laugh swiftly do away with any impression of distant genius or esoteric mystery. She is unafraid of exposure in that regard.
Seihdhara is not vengeful, and will swiftly forget minor offences - but she does not see a reason to hide how she is feeling, and that can mean she may over-react to minor things in the moment only to return to her friendly and excitable self some time later. Despite this, Seidhara is sensitive to the emotions of others and will regulate her own words and actions as appropriate. She also takes on the emotions of others rather easily - thus when speaking with a perosn who is happy she will reflect that happiness, likewise with one who is sad, and numerous other emotions. While she may yell or strike out when angry, her anger dissipates as quickly as it arises. She is not prone to retreating into herself or being sombre for long periods. This is much the case with all her emotions - she feels intensely in the moment and has no qualms sharing that with whoever is available (whether joy, misery, anger, or whatever else). This willingness to expose her emotions does not come from a place of weakness. It emerges from the conviction that, ultimately, unveiling these emotions so honestly does her and those around her a degree of good and that in any case no one can truly use them against her - anyone who thinks they can will quickly come to realise that she can deal with them quite efficiently. She is, after all, an apex predator; she harms and is not harmed, protects and has no need for protection, renders kindness and asks none for it, frees and can never herself be unfree. She glories in her unrestrained martial prowess and views with approval all those who seek glory by bringing their body to the zenith of martial might.
M U S I C P I E C E
C O D E W O R D
Seihdhara has been in the tropic region before, but even the monsoons couldn't put out her hair.
BBeast
Lord Zee
DracoLunaris
Frettzo
Cyclone
Vec
Torack
