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Thyona was in her garden at castle Tervan. The garden wall were made of glass.
The garden itself was situated on a hill so that on one side overlooked the city of
Tervan and the other side was looking out over the Jrall mountains.
Her protector ,Silva, was standing ,alert as ever by the big, glass, double doors. Thyona was usually content to sit and enjoy the garden but today she felt restless. She had a dream last night. She dreamt about her mother. Her mother, Queen Tifa, had died when she was very young so she didn't had may memories of her. The only thing she remembered of the night her mother died, was the strong arms of Silva and her mother crying
"Protect her Silva! Protect her with your life!". She gestured to Silva. She came over to the bench where Thyona was seated.
"You needed something my lady?" Silva said. Silva sighed inwardly. She wished Silva wouldn't be so formal.
"Just Thyona, Silva." She said. When Silva just looked at her blankly, Thyona moved on to a different subject.
"Silva..." Here she paused not sure how to carry on. Silva had always been touchy on the subject. She decided to ease up on the question.
"What was my mother like?"
Silva paused before answering, "She was very kind and generous. A just leader and a wonderful friend."
Thyona frowned. That was not the answer she wanted to hear. "Tell me more about my mother."
Silva sat down next to her. "Well she was very good at solving problems. And..."
"And what?"
"Well she could be very stubborn sometimes. She always insisted that she have some way to defend herself. There was always a sword by her side." Silva stopped here. A slight smile of recognition played on her face.
Thyona felt it was okay to probe further. "Did she ever have to...use her sword?"
Silva looked at her, a question in her eyes. Thyona held her gaze evenly. Silva eventually had to look away.
"No never."
"That's not true is it. On the night she died..." She trailed off.
Silva didn't answer.
"Please Silva." Thyona put her hand on Silva's, willing her to see how important this was to her. Silva turned towards her.
"I want to know." Thyona said, "I need to."
Silva sighed. "It-it is hard for me to remember, what happened." She removed her hand from Thyona's grasp.
"Your not a very good liar, Silva."
Silve looked at her quickly her mouth slightly open. Then she smiled, a sad smile.
"You are so very much like your mother." She said softly. She sighed giving in.
"I began twelve years ago..."
Kora was losing her temper. She had been hiding, hunched over in the muck and
slime that was the back ally, for over an hour. Even more than the muck that had
plastered its self to her feet, she was angry at herself. She should have know this would
happen. No, it wasn't just that. She should have done something to prevent it. The clanking of armor interrupted her thoughts.
Guards patrolling.
"More likely looking for you." She told herself angrily.
Quickly, she shape-changed into an old crone. Looking into a dirty puddle she examined her features. She frowned. The wrinkles did not hide her features as well as she would have hoped. Her hair still had some of it's original peach color and her eyes still shone a brilliant blue. For the hundredth time today she wished her features were not so noticeable. She wrapped a tattered cloth around her eyes and pulled the dirty cloak closer to her. The clanking sound was louder now, the guards were almost on top of her. She shuffled forward, calling
"Alms for the poor. Alms for the poor." Hopefully the guards would fall for her get-up and just dismiss her as the blind beggar that she appeared to be. This was not to be.
"Wait this could be her." One guard said.
"You say that every time we meet a beggar on the street." A second one said.
"Well if it's not her, she must be in league with her." The first guard argued.
"Just because she's a beggar doesn't mean that she's in league with thieves." Guard number two countered.
"Just because your parents-"
"My parents had nothing to do with it! I-"
"Shut up! Both of you!" This was the third guard. "You sound like a couple of school boys!" There was some mumbling that Kora couldn't make out.
Then the third guard said, "Well you can ask her but don't expect a useful response." Then there was more clanking as the guards approached her.
"You! Beggar!" Number one shouted.
"I may be old but my ears work just fine." Kora replied in her old lady voice.
"Don't talk back to me! We're looking for someone. Have you seen any one run past here?"
"Well no I haven't. I'm blind." Kora smiled inwardly. This was going rather well.
"Well then have you HEARD any one pass through here." Kora could tell the guard was speaking through gritted teeth.
She turned her face towards his, "For a gold coin I might remember."
That was a mistake. It wasn't her question that got the guard it was her face. She was so worn out from shape-changing all day that her powers had given up. At the crucial moment, her powers had turned off.
"It's you!" The guard exclaimed . A hand grabbed the cloak and tore it off her. Such was the force of it, she was thrown backwards. She slid on the slime and struggled to regain her footing. She took off the headband. The three guards easily blocked the entrance to the ally, her only exit. She backed up against the wall. She pulled one dagger from each of her boots. If she was going down, she wouldn't do it with out a fight.
Fairies are mysterious creatures. They are about a head shorter than humans with a slender build and a pair of beautiful and delicate wings. The wings can be of any shape, size and color. Their skin can be outrageous colors as well, with some fairies having neon green or hot pink skin. Fairies are sometimes described as beings of emotion. They love pulling pranks, laughing, and looking better than everyone else. Sometimes fairies can't take things seriously, and on some adventures, this can lead to the death of a party member. Fairies love parties where their is much dressing up and dancing though they're not fond of alcoholic beverages. Alcohol is poisonous to fairies and even one sip can be deadly. Fairies have the ability to control and manipulate nature. Some can create light, befriend animals and control water.
The Sphere Mythos is a collection of stories concerning Jeff and Millie, two Occult researchers, who have discovered a pantheon of ancient gods known as Spheres. There are four categories of Spheres: Ruin Spheres, associated wit Fire; Will Spheres, associated with Wind; Life Spheres, associated with Water; and Truth Spheres, associated with Earth. Ruin Spheres are the most often encountered Spheres throughout the Mythos, and the ones with the most development as of now.
"Jeff, take a look at this."
"Be right over, after I finish translating these runes."
Jeff, and his girlfriend Millie, were examining an ancient Egyptian temple dedicated to an unknown god. They could not gleam anything from the hieroglyphics, except for a few ambiguous kernels of information. Jeff was translating runes on a stone tablet resting in an altar. After deciding that it was futile, he went to see what Millie had found.
"Look as these carvings," she said when he arrived. "Don't they look a lot like the ones we found in Italy?"
"Almost identical. In fact," he added, taking out his notebook, "an old friend had identified those carvings and has something of a translation for them. I'm willing to bet that if we check those carvings against this translation, we'll find something."
He painstakingly examined each intricate carving and compared it with his notes. After perhaps 20 minutes, he had translated the better part of the carvings.
"Alright," he said at this point, "from what I can make out it says something to the effect of: 'Praise the Great Sphere; for though he stands as equal with the Spheres of Water, and Wind and Stone, he is greater than them. Praise the Great Sphere, for in doing so will you be given eternity in blissful Oblivion.' I think. I'm not sure on the 'blissful oblivion' bit."
"Weird. The carvings in the Italian ruins seem remarkably similar in content."
"Yeah. If we had the complete record of the Italian carvings, they'd probably match."
"So, so far, we've discovered bits of carvings in a ruined ancient Italian structure, and then an intact record in a temple miles away in Egypt. I think we might just be on to something."
Moving deeper into the temple, they found various carvings similar to the ones they had just translated. Every time they did, they took several photographs and emailed at least one from their cell phones to their home computers in Washington D.C.