Forging of the Words

[Farrelei]

The smell of old rain filled Edren's lungs as he stepped outside, the cold atemosphere biting into his face and caressing the outergarments he had specifically chosen for the morning.
He didn't particularly like dark weather. He didn't particularly like bright weather either.
Don't make a habit out of attempting God.
"Hmm?" Edren stopped.
You think you could do it better, eh?
"Perhaps. But that is why I'm Vizier, is it not?" He began walking again.
Hmhm. Viziers can't control the weather, Edren.
"...Actually, that's a good idea."
The voice seemed to sigh for a moment before it said no more, and Edren made his way through the Palace Gardens.

The warmth filled his body and he smiled, the guard nodded as he entered and he walked along the usual path towards his personal rooms.
As usual, he saw Ferilla on the way, "Good morning, Vizier."
He smiled his polite smile, as usual, and felt her beauty warm his spirits... As usual...

[Farrelei]

"It's unfortunate you can't make up your mind so easily, Emperor. I had thought you to be a stronger man."
Emperor Pyzak remained unmoved by the man's words, and a few silent moments of tension passed.
He chuckled, "Very well then. I'll give you two months to make your decision, because you seem like you've got a lot on your plate."
Pyzak nodded, "Thank you, Gern."
The man suddenly smiled a warm smile, lightening the tension, "It was nice to be able to meet with you once more. Let's drink. To the alliance of Immestrial and Sharryn."
"To Immestrial and Sharryn, indeed."

There was always a lot of pressure put on the staff and military whenever foreign leaders came to visit Hangyakunin, and Edren was no exception.
He had the job of both overseeing the finer matters of the stay and taking the Emperor's duties whilst he was not available, both of which occurred side by side on an event like this.
But he was feeling relieved now, the most important ordeals for the next three days had already passed.
Nice to relax, hm?
Edren smiled, "Mmm."

[Frost]

"Umm...Niore...?" Crillic asked, trying to take away at least a small portion of the incredible awkwardness that had arisen between the two.
"Mmm?" Niore replied,
"Who is that girl who always lays in the river every morning?" This was one of Crillic's only questions that he actually wanted answering.

"Well," Niore began, cleaning a cut on the girl's arm with some more wet material, "It's rumored that she is a Natural."
"A natural?" Crillic repeated, very curious to know the meaning.
Niore took a breath. "Well, a Natural is someone like us, but, unlike us, prefers living like our Origin people did, meaning she lives entirely outside, that Spirit Beast that follows her around? She won't let it return to her spirit for some reason."

"Why?" Crillic asked, frowning.
"Well...that's what none of us can figure out, maybe she doesn't want it to return, or maybe it can't."
Crillic nodded, and then another question arose in his mind, "Where is her parents? Friends? Doesn't she have a family?"

"She did..." Niore replied, "But remember, I've only heard rumors, but, what people say is that she used to live up in the mountains..."

Ercilia walked along the stone corridors, lit warmly by torches hung onto the walls, the stones all had markings on them, like a picture book, detailing stories and history of the past.
Her pace quickened as she heard voices echoing.
Then, at the end of the corridor, she could see people, crowds of people, watching over a huge stone balcony to a room below them that contained 7 tall rock formations with a thin throne atop each one, and in each throne sat one person, cloaked completely except for their faces, whilst most of them looked normal and healthy, one man, on the highest middle throne, was very pale and thin-faced, his eyes were dark and narrow, and his fingers slender and sharp at the tips, he looked to be a very intimidating, ancient man.

In his hands lay a scroll, he read it's writings out loud, but Ercilia could not listen very well, her complete attention was fixed on something else.
A young man was standing at the floor of the room, his hands were chained around his hands and the other ends were cemented into the grey, stone floors, he looked up, the ceiling wasn't even visible, instead, thousands of overlooking balconies with many people gathered in it were seen attached to the circular room, and it looked like they never ended.

The pale and thin man on the highest throne raised his head and rose his arms, silencing everyone within the tower-like room.

He opened his thin, lifeless lips, and addressed the audience...

"My great and fellow people..!" He shouted, so that everyone could hear him, the echo was very powerful, and his voice could probably be heard all the way up at the top of the room.

"We are here today to discuss the fate of one of our own, I, as well as the rest of the Council, have agreed on two different consequences, and by the end of this meeting, there will only be one."

Ercilia's breaths grew harsher, and her heart beat more rapidly.

"This boy, Icate Gladoris..."
Ercilia gasped at the sound of her brother's name, desperately, she squeezed through the people on the balcony she was looking from until she got to the front, and leaning forward with tears forming in her eyes, she stared and watched.

"...Was seen performing three days ago, south from this fortress' borders."
The entire room gasped and murmured for a moment, which was considerably loud, from the thousands of people in the room.

Ercilia wanted to shout out, but the words she wanted to say just weren't coming out, was it true what they were saying? that her older brother was indeed performing? Although she didn't believe it, she could not decide whether she was in denial or not.

"As everyone her in this room is clearly aware of, this is one of our most important laws, and, as everyone is once again clearly aware of, anyone caught doing this action will have a very harsh and fatal punishment.
Performing the demonic art ritual not only is incredibly foolish and dangerous, but risks the destruction of everything within these mountainous walls, luckily, some of our scouts saw Icate and and took him away before he completed it."

The crowd murmured again, some sighed in relief.
"But! The law is the law, and as out ancestors once said, Everything that rests in their ashes, must remain in their ashes, therefore attempting to resurrect a Demon not only goes against what out Origins strictly told us not to do but also goes against me, the council, and everyone in these mountains!"

Everyone in the room yelled in agreement, except for Ercilia, who was shaking her head in utter disbelief and sadness.
"Henceforth! The Council and I have decided..."
Ercilia's eyes widened.
"That because of what Icate Gladoris has done..."
Ercilia moved through the crowd once more...
"He must be..."
Ercilia stopped and held her breath...

"...Put to death."
The people all yelled in agreement, Ercilia jumped off of the balcony and onto the ground, angry and even more distraught.
"NO!" She yelled, stepping along the stone floor and walking in front of her chained brother.
Everyone went quiet.
The Councilmen all turned their heads to her, and the Leader's face turned bright red in rage.

"I don't believe that Icate did ANY of what you people are accusing him of, there is NO proof!" Ercilia yelled at them.
"He was seen by our watchmen! We DO have evidence to support this!" The Coucil Leader spat.
"If our guidelines were so strict then why would Icate dare to disobey them!?" Ercilia argued.
The Council Leader glared angrily at her.

A long, intimidating pause awoke, and the room, to Ercilia, seemed more like a cage than a meeting place.
Finally, the Leader spoke, "Regardless of our laws...People still do what they want, Icate was clearly seen on The Great Plains performing a ritual, and when the scouters saw him, Icate ran away, and you, foolish girl, are no better than your brother, you have rudely intruded into our meeting and have clearly shown the disgusting ways that your entire family disctincly have, Icate is sentenced to death, and there is nothing you can do to stop that, and because of your interruption, I now cannot stand the sight of you, you are a disgrace," The Leader coldy lectured.

Tears ran down Ercilia's face, "No! This isn't right!" Ercilia yelled, she turned to another man who was sitting next to the Leader, "Father! Father! He is your son! I am your daughter! Please! Please stop this!" She yelled desperately.
"Take her away." The Leader told the guards around the walls.
The guards grabbed Ercilia by the arms and pulled her away, "No! No! Father, please! Please!" She screeched, but her father turned his head.
The guards took her away from the room and down the many tunnels connected to it, where her screams sounded like mere whispers....

..."She just...can't go back to the mountains, apparently her mother used to live there and was also a Natural but she had died soon after she arrived..." Niore finished.

Crillic nodded.
"Why do you ask?" Niore asked him.
"Just curious..." Crillic replied.

[Farrelei]

((Waitwaitwait is Niore Trale? This entire time I thought YOU had to post on this... I'm sorry ;_; /slap self))

[Frost]

(( D: yes, I changed his name after realising how weird and confusing it would be))

[Frost]

((Yes he is))

[Farrelei]

"Edren, are you alright?"
Ferilla's voice startled him, and he smiled at her awkwardly, "Ah, yes. I'm... Thinking."
"..What about?"
As much as he'd like to deny it, Edren liked Ferilla. This was potentially dangerous - as she was his employer's daughter (and his employer was the 8th Monarch of the Immestrian Empire), royalty, and probably a little too young right now.
"Things..."
She cocked her head, "I'm thinking about things, too."
"Well.. Vizier things. Boring things."
"Hm.. Maybe you are kinda boring," Ferilla teased.
Edren laughed, "Shouldn't you be studying?"
"I knew it. Boring," she sighed, "You're right though. I'll see you soon, Edren."
He bowed slightly as she left.
How horrible. Well, next time you can do better.
"Why don't you ever help me?"< Edren asked no-one in particular.
You never asked.

[Frost]

A few minutes passed when Niore broke the silence once more.
"Look! Someone's come to meet us," He told Crillic.
Crillic looked to where Niore was pointing, and sure enough a woman riding a horse was approaching them fast.
Crillic and Niore walked towards the horsewoman, who looked very bleak indeed.
She swung off her horse and led it to the two travellers.
"You're names are Crillic and Niore?" She asked immediately, already impatient.
"Yes," Niore replied, "I'm Niore and this is Cri-"
"Brilliant. I will excort you to the Front Door," She interrupted, before turning and leading them quickly.
"What's your name?" Niore asked, trying to make conversation.
The woman swiftly looked toward Niore, then swung it around again, clealry not interested in any talking whatsoever. A few moments passed when she finally replied.
"My name is Heather, Heather Diliris, this is my good friend Shisi," She told them, stroking her horse as she did.
"A Cerilie?" Niore asked again. Heather nodded.
"Mine is somewhere, uh, there he is, just up there," Niore spoke, pointing up in the sky, slowly, a quite large bird soared down towards them.
It was a Falcon, it's eyes were emerald green, and it wore what looked to be leather around it's chest.
"This here is Tanrer," Niore told them proudly, roosting the falcon on his raised arm.
"Impressive," Heather replied, "And you. Crillic?"
Crillic sighed, he didn't really feel like talking, but regardless he took out a small box from his pocket and opened it, and as he did, a glowing yellow butterfly fluttered out, spun in the air a few times, and then landed in his hair.
"His name is Hein, he likes resting in my hair."
The other wo laughed, although Crillic hadn't intended on his comment to be funny.

[Farrelei]

((LOL. Also can we call them Cerilie in this roleplay? Only because they're like "Lolspiritbeasts" and that's fine for SftS and TPoP because it's based in the distant future, but in this roleplay they are very spiritual and the Cerilie are extremely important to them. It's only natural that they'd be calling it something else.

Oh yeah also I was planning on making a character to include with yours so that we can actually interact ._.
How will I incorporate them?))

It was night now in Hangyakunin. Ferilla nibbled at some bread dipped into some soup she was eating for an entree. Today had been incredibly boring.
Her father was supposed to be there, but he was apparantly too busy with something. So it was just her and the Prince. Oh, and her mother too, but she said she'd wait 'til the Mains and left.

The table was low, and they lounged on pillows set up on the floor.
Occasionally, she envied Jarden. Her brother trained with the military, and had even been involved in several field missions. She, however, were a flower vase. She would spend her entire childhood training to become a flower vase, and soon, she'd be handed to some other rich military boy. Who'd expectantly fill the flower vase with something other than flowers (unless he were really weird and exotic).
And then, she'd be a flower vase with a flower inside. And then that flower would grow and prosper, and then be plucked and grown into yet another rich military man, who'd have all the fun buying his own flower vase and filling it up.

Jarden caught her staring.
"Can't keep your eyes off me, huh sis?" His smile was devillish, a nice mirror of his personality. If he wasn't her brother, and thus considerably sweeter to her than everyone else, she was sure she'd hate his guts.
"I'm just thinking."
"Thinking? About what?"
She smiled, remembering the conversation she had with Edren earlier that day, "Things..."
"Things?" Jarden sneered, "You're a naughty girl, Feri."
She chucked a pillow at him, "Eat your soup!"

[Frost]

The ground became rockier and less transversable, so much so that Heather had to get off of her horse and lead Shisi by hand.
The horse was an odd colour, Crillic noted.
It's long hairs were slightly red, similar to Niore's falcon's green eyes and Crillic's butterfly's yellow wings.
Gradually, but finally, they reached their destination.
The mountains were enormous, only half of them could be seen, the rest was shrouded in fog, concealing it.
Their were 3 mountains seen, more were probably behind those, or just hidden by the fog, Crillic wasn't sure, still breathtaken from the size of them.

"Are there...any more of them?" Crillic asked, stuttering.
"Yes, there's 2 behind them, you can't see them now, but towards the top of each one, there's bridges that connect themselves to the other mountains, it really is something," Heather replied, quite unsurprised. "The spire in the middle, the tallest one, is where the leaders and elders live, and is also where political debates and agreements take place, our government is very strict on laws, but follow them and your stay will be quite peaceful."

Crillic and Niore exchanged glances.

[Farrelei]

((Answer me fool D: <
It'll be too boring if I only have a few characters in the part of the roleplay that does nothing until the very end, so I need someone to create to go along with your party XD))

[Frost]

((Yes, do that.))