ThatFunkyBunch 2066 Share Posted February 13, 2022 ((Cheesy line given the song but meh)) (( )) Chapter One: Remembrance Qudlia had drifted off some time ago, lost in the realm of Mr.Sandman himself. The lonesome shaman shifts in her bed, slapping her husband with her arm as she shifted in her sleep. Within her dreams, she was locked beyond in the land of Stargush. A land she knew too well. From the cities to the fields of war, and beyond. In her 'Dream', the shaman moved to the ancestral city of Ker in Stargush. Walking slowly among the steps up. Taking note of Ker both modern to ancient moving around in their ancestral heaven. With little care for her. From the howling crisp air to the reeds in fields. Qudlia made her way to the top of the Ancestral city in Stargush, called only Magar'lin by Ker within. The top was made of several lifts with flags and signs to designate their destination. A large set of stairs lead within the city, with the joyous sound of thousands of dark elves celebrating down. Qudlia stood atop a stone, eyes closed, burned features exposed to the comforting breeze that rolled across Stargush. Until. there was a tap of her shoulder. Turning about. she stares blankly at the ancient ancestral Jusmia. Clad in pale chitin, holding a massive spear with fabric of yellow orange and red tied at the base of the spears head. The figure spoke in a booming voice. "You've been called.." Said the lonesome Jusmia. Forcefully taking Qudlias hand and dragging her to a lift with a waving flag that bears the Jusmia clan symbol, an amber flower. ((Ancient Jusmia)) ((Concept of the inside of the City of Ker in Stargush)) Qudlia entered the lift. Realizing this was far beyond a simple dream. The lonesome ancient Jusmia stood beside her. Emotionless and silent regardless of the questions she asked. Which namely were on the lines of 'What is happening'. Qudlia was denied such an entry of data, and simply lead off the lift once it stopped far beneath the surface of the city of Ker. Through the cracks and a set of complex reflecting mirrors let up the cavern. Showing Jusmia of all ages wandering around a central spire. Where the market lived and thrived, and even non Jusmia visisted the depths for trade goods found only underground. Qudlia didn't have time as she typically did. The ancestral spirit grabbed her by the forearm and forcefully dragged her beyond. Speaking softly. "I am sorry sister, we never got to meet, but given we've over thirty siblings. You are use to this." The armored mass spoke, and Qudlia made a sound to interject. "Wait, what the fuc-" She was stopped as the Jusmia shoves her into the elevator. Rolling his eyes beneath his helm. "******* mortals. We are elves, out of us all. Never thought the runt, you, would make it, heh, that's what ego does." The figure rattled on, ignoring the looks of the shaman. The lift comes to a stop, further past the main Jusmia market. To a small gate with walls of obsidian, a metallic gate is raised and lodged in the higher parts of the entrance. Both Jusmia enter through, and the shaman is lead along a thin stone pathway into a stone complex. Within is the living quarters of the Jusmia, where the halls are lined with fine portraits of all Jusmia that passed. Qudlia is led further down than she had ever been before, where the paintings of Jusmia turn from dark elves to pale elves, with the last name "Wau'vaek" beneath each. As the chamber got closer, the more pale and wood elven the portraits became. Qudlia was never more confused, though she knew all Ker came from other elves, she didn't expect her clan to keep records. The ancient Jusmian brother, never met in life, opens a set of heavy iron doors. Revealing a throne room with some life. Several yellow, orange and red banners hang from the windows that peered down into the caverns of New Magara'lin. Upon two massive thrones made of pure ferrum, adorned with gem stones of the earth. Sits two dark elves. These two, are male and female. Both with ivory hair and fully bleed eyes of a burning crimson. Qudlia kneels down before the thrones, as her helper wanders off. She kept her head down until spoken too. "Look at us, lutuamancer. We brought you here for a reason." Spoke the male figure, smaller than the female beside him, though his booming voice commanded respect. This is Jus, one of two founders of clan Jusmia. ((Jus)) ((Mia)) Qudlia lofts her head from the bow, as everyone but the three leave the chambers. Jus and Mia stare emotionlessly down at the Lutuamancer. Mia pursed her lips. and looked to Jus. Who sighed and waved off Mia with his right hand. Slowly, the ancient dark elf moves from his throne. Speaking aloud with a hand on his chest. "No King but Malin. Greetings lutuamancer. You must have many questions for us." Said Jus, who folded his arms over his torso. Starring down at the shaman. Qudlia starts to babble, unsure what to ask, for it all spills out. This causes Mia to rise and clamp one hand atop Qudlias head, and the other at her jaw to force the mouth shut. Jus, went on. "We are extremely dissatisfied. The Ker gather but yet our ancient clans hide from them. Why? Do you fear a fall? There is no fall you can have that could ever match what we lost in Magara'lin." Mia, a female Ker clad in full plate but her helm, marched forth and grabbed Qudlia by her neck. slowly lofting her. She spoke, with cruel intent. "Daughter of Garnet, you know your task. Forget an Jusmia empire. That was before we learned our clan is not alone. You must go on, do not throw away a proper chance of Ker Unity." The elf slammed Qudlia down to the ground, causing her to awaken in her home with a cold sweat, panting out-loud, panicked eye peering around her dark room. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tulan 443 Share Posted February 13, 2022 Ruathar being a light sleeper, woke up as his side felt slightly sore. The Ker let out a groan as he rubbed his eyes, as he turned to face his wife. "Another dream?" He asked as his eyes would readjust to the dimness of their new home, he put an arm around her. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThatFunkyBunch 2066 Author Share Posted February 13, 2022 30 minutes ago, Tulan said: Ruathar being a light sleeper, woke up as his side felt slightly sore. The Ker let out a groan as he rubbed his eyes, as he turned to face his wife. "Another dream?" He asked as his eyes would readjust to the dimness of their new home, he put an arm around her. Qudlia glanced over to the calming voice. Settling back into bed to relax against her adored husband. "They spoke to me...but we can discuss that later." With another yawn, the ker nestles into her partner. Letting warmth over take her once more 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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