Posted by Forsquillus on March 20, 2000 at 15:21:40:
<72%hp 26%m 100%mv> role This was not her only agenda, however. Her father's refusal to consummate the Holy Marriage was part of the fulfillment of At the appointed night, she called upon the Mother Goddess for the night of the Anniversary of the Kings refusal, the Gods <72%hp 26%m 100%mv> <100%hp 26%m 100%mv> desc Under the ample, flowing cowl of her robe of shimmering
Your role is:
Added Sat Feb 26 07:57:19 2000 at level 1:
Born in the lost city of Ysce to the Gallicinae during the
height of its depravity, this young priestess grew up knowing
the privileges of being the daughter of the Nine Queens of
a powerful realm. Having completed her training in the ancient
arts of scrying and Magik, and completed the term of her vestalhood
at the age of sixteen, she began to plot to become Gallicinae
herself. Having contrived to have the youngest of the Queens
die in childbirth, she used her arts to procure the sanction of
the Gods for the vacant position. Her last obstable was her
beloved father, the King. Since birth, she had worshipped him,
loved him, and looked towards the day when he would take her
as one of his Queens. But being a foreigner as the Kings of
Ysce must be, he could not bring himself to consummate the
Holy marriage that the Gods had decreed between himself and his
daughter. At first enraged beyond belief at this utter rebuke
from he most beloved, she stole herself and decided to replace
her father. And by bringing in many young men, seducing them
and setting them to the holy Challenge of single combat, almost
succeeded in placing one of them on the Throne.
[Hit Return to continue]
an ancient and forgotten prophecy, given to the cities founder
by its own patron Gods, "There will come a time when the First
citizen will turn from our Worship, and the people will
follow him. For this, we will unleash the winds, and Ysce will
be no more". Embittered towards her own people by their support
of the King, and their hatred towards her for trying so
blatantly to replace him, she began to use the arcane arts taught
to all of the Gallicinae in the purpose of the fullfilment of
the Prophesy.
her sanction on the endeavor, but the Mother would not agree
without something of equal value in return for the destruction
of Ysce. Forsquillus thought long about this, for she knew that
nothing short of an amazing sacrifice would buy the aid of the
Goddess. At first, she thought to offer her soul....but she was
held back by the certainty that it already belonged to another.
Suddenly gripped by the hand of Fate, words came from her
that were not hers, but were a distillation of her wielded
by some guiding force, and she spoke the Eternal Promise. On
[Hit Return to continue]
did unleash the Winds in a tumultuous roar, destroying their
own most magnificent city, and allowing only three to escape.
Not wishing to face the Wrath of her Father and his one remaining
Queen, Forsquillus left those realms, in search of the one who
held her soul, and moved her to speak, and also in search of
the power and knowledge to make good on her Eternal Promise.
The healer closes his eyes for a moment and nods at you.
You feel better!
Your description is:
Covered by a tight, form revealing robe of the purest white,
this shapely avian figure strolls into your sight with a most
feline grace and ease, lacking the swift, jerky movements that
characterize most of her race. Gazing closer, succeeding in
wrenching your eyes from her revealing curves, you catch her
eye....and immediately feel a chilling of your soul.
brightness, lies a pate devoid of all ornamentation. Of feather,
hair, or cap you find not a trace. This bare skin at her crown
contrasts in such a way with the darkness of the plumage on
her neck and hands to give almost the impression of a living
skull. But what rivets you to the spot, is the flame that
you can veritably see leaping from her Eyes, the flame of
intelligence, the flame of intensity, but mostly the flame of
a purpose driven onwards by a single concentrated and prideful
soul.