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Aeolus' Fury Event - Taengea Closing: 18th January 2022
Taengea has weathered storms before. They have survived torrential rain and sleet and cold... they have even braved the tail ends of monsoon-like deluges as they have made their way up north to the Colchian shore. But rare is it for them to face the fury of the heavens like this...
It has been raining in Taengea for the past two weeks - an unusual longevity as it is. In that time, the weathered grooves in the streets have overflown and the pots and pans kept beneath leaking rooftops or open terraces have long since needed emptying. The streets are starting to run like streams in a river and the fields beyond Vasiliadon have become a boggy marsh. The mud has been tracked in through the city gates and now the capitol itself is beginning to turn to muck and slippery wet dust.
As the heavens continue to rain down without mercy, the clouds begin to undulate and ripple like the waves of the sea. To a modern eye, these are purely altoculumus clouds but to the gaze of an ancient grecian, they are the waving tendrils of anger from the Gods above. Just what has Taengea done to face such disaster?
As the shoreline begins to deplete and the fields are turned to dangerous sludge, multiple efforts are made to save the trade and commerce of the capitol. Will you be hauling ropes, pulling ships that have lost their moorings closer to land, or will you be those bringing in the animals and seeing to their care and warmth? Perhaps you are bound for the care of humans, as slips, falls and collapsing wooden structures under the weight of the downpour cause accident and injury. One thing is for sure... no Taengean is being left without task in this horrendous bought of Aeolus' fury.
-- This event is held in Taengea which means a boat ride will be necessary to attend if your character is not native. It takes 10-14 days (depending on weather) to sail from Colchis, or Athenia, to Taengea where the event is being held in the capital and along its shoreline.
-- Upper Classes Royals wanting to join this event might wish to be in charge of rescue missions with regards to animals or humans. They may also be managing shelters or drier areas on the upper floors of their homes (as they would be the few who possessed a second level to their buildings). Perhaps they are looking out for their own interests and the interests of their family. Perhaps they genuinely care for the people around them. Either way, the women are likely to be kept 'out of trouble' with internal tasks whilst the men brave the storm. This does not, of course, have to be how it ends up; theory and practice are never quite the same.
-- Middle Classes: If you're a noble, it may be that your royal vassal has ordered you to head out into the storm and secure their assets or trade values. It could also be a voluntary choice as your own province handling the storm particularly well could have you being given extra notice by your vassal house. It may be that you were caught in the storm during a particular visit to the capitol and now can't get home!
-- Lower Classes: For the lower classes, this storm is baaad. Not only are lower classes unlikely to have more than a one storey home (which will now be severely flooded) but they have limited stock of animals or personal grain reserves etc that could become unusable/unsellable once drenched. This could mean the end of livelihoods and families and is a traumatic event of much disaster for these classes of people.
How to Not Join
If your Event calendar is looking a little full and you have too many threads to add another please be aware that you do not have to join an Event. They are purely voluntary. Here are a few ideas for how to navigate not attending so large an event:
-- Upper Classes: If you have a royal character and a full thread roster, how about your lovely lady or lord being out of town? This could be to visit one of their provinces or going abroad to another kingdom. This is an easy way to avoid the disaster back in Taengea. Though, be warned that they will be coming back to a disaster zone.
-- Middle Classes: For noble characters, avoiding the chaos in the capitol could simply mean being home in their provincial lands or handling trading affairs abroad. Again, be forwarned that their return may be to a very different kind of Vasiliadon...
-- Lower Classes: This may not be the easiest event to avoid if your character is of lower birth but you could work the logic that the lower classes may have evacuated to lands beyond - especially if their have friends or relatives living in the provinces.
Event Timeline
This event is being held for several weeks (in the world of the characters). This thread is upon a day when the royals are working hard to secure a shelter for those without homes in the Outer City where most have been affected. This has been built on the top of one of the largest buildings and there are several manned ladders leading up to the drier levels so that people can be free of the flooding below. Remember, the water is not the sole danger but the collapsing of anything too soaked to stand, the panicked people trying to rescue family members, livestock or precious items and the occasional overload of a wall or fence causing a small tidal wave of water. How will your character cope with the issues at hand?
Like all of our events this one is member directed which means you can carry out whatever plot you wish to impact upon others in your proximity. Perhaps you are wanting to set up a second shelter? Perhaps you are hiding out from the water but have become trapped? Are you a healer tending to the wounded or a thief snatching what you can from the abandoned houses? Perhaps you are simply running to the nearest temple and beginning the Gods to rescind their punishment. Posts in this thread will be centred around the royal-sponsored shelter in the Outer City.
And if all fails and people get really stuck, fear not... there are curveballs waiting to heat things up if and when they are needed. For now though the floor is yours...
How Does It Work?
Event threads/boards work thusly: Your character can be a part of an event and create their own thread within that event if they wish to. However, in order to be allowed to make that thread, they must first post in this one. The Event continues through this primary event thread, allowing for side stories (if they are in a different location to other participants) to be carried out in side threads. All curveballs to hit this Event will be posted to all threads in the board, whether relevant or not, so that your characters have the choice to return to the main location/thread to explore this new development.
When Moving to a Sub-Thread: Please add to your last message in this Event thread 'Continued in...' with a link to your new location.
When Returning to the Event Thread: Please ensure that your Sub-Thread is nicely wrapped up and clearly implies where your character is going. Add to your first message back in the Event thread 'Reentering from...' with a link to your sub-thread.
Please note that sub-threads are not required. You can participate in the Event thread for as long as you wish and remain here for the duration of the event. This event will close on the date above. At that time, this Event thread will be locked and closed. The other threads in this board will be allowed to continue at their writers' own pace. All threads within this board will be moved into the Outer City board at the closure of this event.
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Aeolus' Fury Event - Taengea Closing: 18th January 2022
Taengea has weathered storms before. They have survived torrential rain and sleet and cold... they have even braved the tail ends of monsoon-like deluges as they have made their way up north to the Colchian shore. But rare is it for them to face the fury of the heavens like this...
It has been raining in Taengea for the past two weeks - an unusual longevity as it is. In that time, the weathered grooves in the streets have overflown and the pots and pans kept beneath leaking rooftops or open terraces have long since needed emptying. The streets are starting to run like streams in a river and the fields beyond Vasiliadon have become a boggy marsh. The mud has been tracked in through the city gates and now the capitol itself is beginning to turn to muck and slippery wet dust.
As the heavens continue to rain down without mercy, the clouds begin to undulate and ripple like the waves of the sea. To a modern eye, these are purely altoculumus clouds but to the gaze of an ancient grecian, they are the waving tendrils of anger from the Gods above. Just what has Taengea done to face such disaster?
As the shoreline begins to deplete and the fields are turned to dangerous sludge, multiple efforts are made to save the trade and commerce of the capitol. Will you be hauling ropes, pulling ships that have lost their moorings closer to land, or will you be those bringing in the animals and seeing to their care and warmth? Perhaps you are bound for the care of humans, as slips, falls and collapsing wooden structures under the weight of the downpour cause accident and injury. One thing is for sure... no Taengean is being left without task in this horrendous bought of Aeolus' fury.
-- This event is held in Taengea which means a boat ride will be necessary to attend if your character is not native. It takes 10-14 days (depending on weather) to sail from Colchis, or Athenia, to Taengea where the event is being held in the capital and along its shoreline.
-- Upper Classes Royals wanting to join this event might wish to be in charge of rescue missions with regards to animals or humans. They may also be managing shelters or drier areas on the upper floors of their homes (as they would be the few who possessed a second level to their buildings). Perhaps they are looking out for their own interests and the interests of their family. Perhaps they genuinely care for the people around them. Either way, the women are likely to be kept 'out of trouble' with internal tasks whilst the men brave the storm. This does not, of course, have to be how it ends up; theory and practice are never quite the same.
-- Middle Classes: If you're a noble, it may be that your royal vassal has ordered you to head out into the storm and secure their assets or trade values. It could also be a voluntary choice as your own province handling the storm particularly well could have you being given extra notice by your vassal house. It may be that you were caught in the storm during a particular visit to the capitol and now can't get home!
-- Lower Classes: For the lower classes, this storm is baaad. Not only are lower classes unlikely to have more than a one storey home (which will now be severely flooded) but they have limited stock of animals or personal grain reserves etc that could become unusable/unsellable once drenched. This could mean the end of livelihoods and families and is a traumatic event of much disaster for these classes of people.
How to Not Join
If your Event calendar is looking a little full and you have too many threads to add another please be aware that you do not have to join an Event. They are purely voluntary. Here are a few ideas for how to navigate not attending so large an event:
-- Upper Classes: If you have a royal character and a full thread roster, how about your lovely lady or lord being out of town? This could be to visit one of their provinces or going abroad to another kingdom. This is an easy way to avoid the disaster back in Taengea. Though, be warned that they will be coming back to a disaster zone.
-- Middle Classes: For noble characters, avoiding the chaos in the capitol could simply mean being home in their provincial lands or handling trading affairs abroad. Again, be forwarned that their return may be to a very different kind of Vasiliadon...
-- Lower Classes: This may not be the easiest event to avoid if your character is of lower birth but you could work the logic that the lower classes may have evacuated to lands beyond - especially if their have friends or relatives living in the provinces.
Event Timeline
This event is being held for several weeks (in the world of the characters). This thread is upon a day when the royals are working hard to secure a shelter for those without homes in the Outer City where most have been affected. This has been built on the top of one of the largest buildings and there are several manned ladders leading up to the drier levels so that people can be free of the flooding below. Remember, the water is not the sole danger but the collapsing of anything too soaked to stand, the panicked people trying to rescue family members, livestock or precious items and the occasional overload of a wall or fence causing a small tidal wave of water. How will your character cope with the issues at hand?
Like all of our events this one is member directed which means you can carry out whatever plot you wish to impact upon others in your proximity. Perhaps you are wanting to set up a second shelter? Perhaps you are hiding out from the water but have become trapped? Are you a healer tending to the wounded or a thief snatching what you can from the abandoned houses? Perhaps you are simply running to the nearest temple and beginning the Gods to rescind their punishment. Posts in this thread will be centred around the royal-sponsored shelter in the Outer City.
And if all fails and people get really stuck, fear not... there are curveballs waiting to heat things up if and when they are needed. For now though the floor is yours...
How Does It Work?
Event threads/boards work thusly: Your character can be a part of an event and create their own thread within that event if they wish to. However, in order to be allowed to make that thread, they must first post in this one. The Event continues through this primary event thread, allowing for side stories (if they are in a different location to other participants) to be carried out in side threads. All curveballs to hit this Event will be posted to all threads in the board, whether relevant or not, so that your characters have the choice to return to the main location/thread to explore this new development.
When Moving to a Sub-Thread: Please add to your last message in this Event thread 'Continued in...' with a link to your new location.
When Returning to the Event Thread: Please ensure that your Sub-Thread is nicely wrapped up and clearly implies where your character is going. Add to your first message back in the Event thread 'Reentering from...' with a link to your sub-thread.
Please note that sub-threads are not required. You can participate in the Event thread for as long as you wish and remain here for the duration of the event. This event will close on the date above. At that time, this Event thread will be locked and closed. The other threads in this board will be allowed to continue at their writers' own pace. All threads within this board will be moved into the Outer City board at the closure of this event.
Aeolus' Fury Event - Taengea Closing: 18th January 2022
Taengea has weathered storms before. They have survived torrential rain and sleet and cold... they have even braved the tail ends of monsoon-like deluges as they have made their way up north to the Colchian shore. But rare is it for them to face the fury of the heavens like this...
It has been raining in Taengea for the past two weeks - an unusual longevity as it is. In that time, the weathered grooves in the streets have overflown and the pots and pans kept beneath leaking rooftops or open terraces have long since needed emptying. The streets are starting to run like streams in a river and the fields beyond Vasiliadon have become a boggy marsh. The mud has been tracked in through the city gates and now the capitol itself is beginning to turn to muck and slippery wet dust.
As the heavens continue to rain down without mercy, the clouds begin to undulate and ripple like the waves of the sea. To a modern eye, these are purely altoculumus clouds but to the gaze of an ancient grecian, they are the waving tendrils of anger from the Gods above. Just what has Taengea done to face such disaster?
As the shoreline begins to deplete and the fields are turned to dangerous sludge, multiple efforts are made to save the trade and commerce of the capitol. Will you be hauling ropes, pulling ships that have lost their moorings closer to land, or will you be those bringing in the animals and seeing to their care and warmth? Perhaps you are bound for the care of humans, as slips, falls and collapsing wooden structures under the weight of the downpour cause accident and injury. One thing is for sure... no Taengean is being left without task in this horrendous bought of Aeolus' fury.
-- This event is held in Taengea which means a boat ride will be necessary to attend if your character is not native. It takes 10-14 days (depending on weather) to sail from Colchis, or Athenia, to Taengea where the event is being held in the capital and along its shoreline.
-- Upper Classes Royals wanting to join this event might wish to be in charge of rescue missions with regards to animals or humans. They may also be managing shelters or drier areas on the upper floors of their homes (as they would be the few who possessed a second level to their buildings). Perhaps they are looking out for their own interests and the interests of their family. Perhaps they genuinely care for the people around them. Either way, the women are likely to be kept 'out of trouble' with internal tasks whilst the men brave the storm. This does not, of course, have to be how it ends up; theory and practice are never quite the same.
-- Middle Classes: If you're a noble, it may be that your royal vassal has ordered you to head out into the storm and secure their assets or trade values. It could also be a voluntary choice as your own province handling the storm particularly well could have you being given extra notice by your vassal house. It may be that you were caught in the storm during a particular visit to the capitol and now can't get home!
-- Lower Classes: For the lower classes, this storm is baaad. Not only are lower classes unlikely to have more than a one storey home (which will now be severely flooded) but they have limited stock of animals or personal grain reserves etc that could become unusable/unsellable once drenched. This could mean the end of livelihoods and families and is a traumatic event of much disaster for these classes of people.
How to Not Join
If your Event calendar is looking a little full and you have too many threads to add another please be aware that you do not have to join an Event. They are purely voluntary. Here are a few ideas for how to navigate not attending so large an event:
-- Upper Classes: If you have a royal character and a full thread roster, how about your lovely lady or lord being out of town? This could be to visit one of their provinces or going abroad to another kingdom. This is an easy way to avoid the disaster back in Taengea. Though, be warned that they will be coming back to a disaster zone.
-- Middle Classes: For noble characters, avoiding the chaos in the capitol could simply mean being home in their provincial lands or handling trading affairs abroad. Again, be forwarned that their return may be to a very different kind of Vasiliadon...
-- Lower Classes: This may not be the easiest event to avoid if your character is of lower birth but you could work the logic that the lower classes may have evacuated to lands beyond - especially if their have friends or relatives living in the provinces.
Event Timeline
This event is being held for several weeks (in the world of the characters). This thread is upon a day when the royals are working hard to secure a shelter for those without homes in the Outer City where most have been affected. This has been built on the top of one of the largest buildings and there are several manned ladders leading up to the drier levels so that people can be free of the flooding below. Remember, the water is not the sole danger but the collapsing of anything too soaked to stand, the panicked people trying to rescue family members, livestock or precious items and the occasional overload of a wall or fence causing a small tidal wave of water. How will your character cope with the issues at hand?
Like all of our events this one is member directed which means you can carry out whatever plot you wish to impact upon others in your proximity. Perhaps you are wanting to set up a second shelter? Perhaps you are hiding out from the water but have become trapped? Are you a healer tending to the wounded or a thief snatching what you can from the abandoned houses? Perhaps you are simply running to the nearest temple and beginning the Gods to rescind their punishment. Posts in this thread will be centred around the royal-sponsored shelter in the Outer City.
And if all fails and people get really stuck, fear not... there are curveballs waiting to heat things up if and when they are needed. For now though the floor is yours...
How Does It Work?
Event threads/boards work thusly: Your character can be a part of an event and create their own thread within that event if they wish to. However, in order to be allowed to make that thread, they must first post in this one. The Event continues through this primary event thread, allowing for side stories (if they are in a different location to other participants) to be carried out in side threads. All curveballs to hit this Event will be posted to all threads in the board, whether relevant or not, so that your characters have the choice to return to the main location/thread to explore this new development.
When Moving to a Sub-Thread: Please add to your last message in this Event thread 'Continued in...' with a link to your new location.
When Returning to the Event Thread: Please ensure that your Sub-Thread is nicely wrapped up and clearly implies where your character is going. Add to your first message back in the Event thread 'Reentering from...' with a link to your sub-thread.
Please note that sub-threads are not required. You can participate in the Event thread for as long as you wish and remain here for the duration of the event. This event will close on the date above. At that time, this Event thread will be locked and closed. The other threads in this board will be allowed to continue at their writers' own pace. All threads within this board will be moved into the Outer City board at the closure of this event.
"Gods damn this rain!"
It was rare for Fotios of Leventi to lose his cool. He was a man of cerebral manipulation and a clear conscious mind. Everything act he made was preordained with care and consideration, not to mention weeks of pre-planning and the weighing of pro versus con. He wasn't a man who allowed his emotions or his natural instincts to take him over.
At least... not often.
Spitting out the rainwater that was lashing against his face, running down his nose, and drowning him in the mouth, Fotios looked across the rooftops of nearby buildings. The shelter they had constructed was relatively sturdy and holding too against the wind but if it changed direction... the entire thing could be ripped from its moorings and sent flying across the city like a dangerous bat of cloth and wooden posts.
Rubbing a soaking wet hand down an equally drenched face, Fotios felt the hair that had come loose from the knot on the back of his head slap him in the cheeks and side of his neck. His clothing, a simple tunic, was plastered to his skin. His legs were chilled and his toes itching with damp sand and the dust from the streets that had been lucky enough not to turn into pools.
When a Leventi messenger came by with the bridles and pulleys to hold the structure in place, Fotios pointed at him with imperial frustration.
"You!" he called. "Return to the manor and see to it that all grounds floors are bagged with sand and have the horses brought into the solar rooms."
Eirini would not like it but she would understand. Those animals were the pride of Leventi and could not be wasted in cold stables where they might shiver themselves into sickness and then unto death. The larger Leventi stables could be bagged themselves and were kept on a higher piece of land so it was only those vulnerable creatures near the house that would be at risk.
"And ensure my wife and daughters are in the uppermost floors of the manor. Any who force them to take a step below level will be dealing with me!" He'd not have his wife or girls exposed to this weather any more than he might the animals that paid for their comfort. His last instruction was for the benefit of the Gods.
"You deliver my orders and then bring me twenty goats from Acharist. Take them to the Temple of Zeus in our name and see them slaughtered."
Perhaps that would appease the wrath of the divine beings above their heads...?
Fotios looked up towards the clouds and watched as they rippled and shifted. He had read much in his lifetime, in multiple languages, and knew that the clouds could tell much. They could alter shape, create images and messages or simply communicate a single and all-encompassing feeling on the people below. This particular feeling was not hard to read. The Gods were angry. They were very angry.
And whilst Fotios was a man of power and authority, even he could not out-rank the Gods. He would see them appeased if it was the last thing he did.
"Hold that ladder steady!" Fotios called, as there appeared to be a figure attempting to climb up to the make-shift haven. "Do not let it fall!" Fotios even joined the efforts, bracing the end of the wooden ladder so that whoever was ascending would not slip back to the streets that would leave no ankles dry...
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First Impressions:Wiry; Sharp gaze, austere and regal features, prominent tendons in his hands.
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It was rare for Fotios of Leventi to lose his cool. He was a man of cerebral manipulation and a clear conscious mind. Everything act he made was preordained with care and consideration, not to mention weeks of pre-planning and the weighing of pro versus con. He wasn't a man who allowed his emotions or his natural instincts to take him over.
At least... not often.
Spitting out the rainwater that was lashing against his face, running down his nose, and drowning him in the mouth, Fotios looked across the rooftops of nearby buildings. The shelter they had constructed was relatively sturdy and holding too against the wind but if it changed direction... the entire thing could be ripped from its moorings and sent flying across the city like a dangerous bat of cloth and wooden posts.
Rubbing a soaking wet hand down an equally drenched face, Fotios felt the hair that had come loose from the knot on the back of his head slap him in the cheeks and side of his neck. His clothing, a simple tunic, was plastered to his skin. His legs were chilled and his toes itching with damp sand and the dust from the streets that had been lucky enough not to turn into pools.
When a Leventi messenger came by with the bridles and pulleys to hold the structure in place, Fotios pointed at him with imperial frustration.
"You!" he called. "Return to the manor and see to it that all grounds floors are bagged with sand and have the horses brought into the solar rooms."
Eirini would not like it but she would understand. Those animals were the pride of Leventi and could not be wasted in cold stables where they might shiver themselves into sickness and then unto death. The larger Leventi stables could be bagged themselves and were kept on a higher piece of land so it was only those vulnerable creatures near the house that would be at risk.
"And ensure my wife and daughters are in the uppermost floors of the manor. Any who force them to take a step below level will be dealing with me!" He'd not have his wife or girls exposed to this weather any more than he might the animals that paid for their comfort. His last instruction was for the benefit of the Gods.
"You deliver my orders and then bring me twenty goats from Acharist. Take them to the Temple of Zeus in our name and see them slaughtered."
Perhaps that would appease the wrath of the divine beings above their heads...?
Fotios looked up towards the clouds and watched as they rippled and shifted. He had read much in his lifetime, in multiple languages, and knew that the clouds could tell much. They could alter shape, create images and messages or simply communicate a single and all-encompassing feeling on the people below. This particular feeling was not hard to read. The Gods were angry. They were very angry.
And whilst Fotios was a man of power and authority, even he could not out-rank the Gods. He would see them appeased if it was the last thing he did.
"Hold that ladder steady!" Fotios called, as there appeared to be a figure attempting to climb up to the make-shift haven. "Do not let it fall!" Fotios even joined the efforts, bracing the end of the wooden ladder so that whoever was ascending would not slip back to the streets that would leave no ankles dry...
"Gods damn this rain!"
It was rare for Fotios of Leventi to lose his cool. He was a man of cerebral manipulation and a clear conscious mind. Everything act he made was preordained with care and consideration, not to mention weeks of pre-planning and the weighing of pro versus con. He wasn't a man who allowed his emotions or his natural instincts to take him over.
At least... not often.
Spitting out the rainwater that was lashing against his face, running down his nose, and drowning him in the mouth, Fotios looked across the rooftops of nearby buildings. The shelter they had constructed was relatively sturdy and holding too against the wind but if it changed direction... the entire thing could be ripped from its moorings and sent flying across the city like a dangerous bat of cloth and wooden posts.
Rubbing a soaking wet hand down an equally drenched face, Fotios felt the hair that had come loose from the knot on the back of his head slap him in the cheeks and side of his neck. His clothing, a simple tunic, was plastered to his skin. His legs were chilled and his toes itching with damp sand and the dust from the streets that had been lucky enough not to turn into pools.
When a Leventi messenger came by with the bridles and pulleys to hold the structure in place, Fotios pointed at him with imperial frustration.
"You!" he called. "Return to the manor and see to it that all grounds floors are bagged with sand and have the horses brought into the solar rooms."
Eirini would not like it but she would understand. Those animals were the pride of Leventi and could not be wasted in cold stables where they might shiver themselves into sickness and then unto death. The larger Leventi stables could be bagged themselves and were kept on a higher piece of land so it was only those vulnerable creatures near the house that would be at risk.
"And ensure my wife and daughters are in the uppermost floors of the manor. Any who force them to take a step below level will be dealing with me!" He'd not have his wife or girls exposed to this weather any more than he might the animals that paid for their comfort. His last instruction was for the benefit of the Gods.
"You deliver my orders and then bring me twenty goats from Acharist. Take them to the Temple of Zeus in our name and see them slaughtered."
Perhaps that would appease the wrath of the divine beings above their heads...?
Fotios looked up towards the clouds and watched as they rippled and shifted. He had read much in his lifetime, in multiple languages, and knew that the clouds could tell much. They could alter shape, create images and messages or simply communicate a single and all-encompassing feeling on the people below. This particular feeling was not hard to read. The Gods were angry. They were very angry.
And whilst Fotios was a man of power and authority, even he could not out-rank the Gods. He would see them appeased if it was the last thing he did.
"Hold that ladder steady!" Fotios called, as there appeared to be a figure attempting to climb up to the make-shift haven. "Do not let it fall!" Fotios even joined the efforts, bracing the end of the wooden ladder so that whoever was ascending would not slip back to the streets that would leave no ankles dry...
Ever since the storms had begun, the first thing Imma did after she woke up was to run to the stables and check on Tisavros. She didn’t mind rain overmuch; in fact at times she enjoyed it. On the first day, she had danced in it, lifting her face and opening her mouth so she could taste the freshness of the raindrops. She had ridden Tisavros through the fields to one of her favorite spots so that nobody would see her twirl around and around as her chiton and hair became completely soaked. It was such an amazing feeling, as if she were free from all the troubles in her life.
And those were plenty. Imma didn’t feel quite at home in the house of her uncle, aunt, and cousins, and wasn’t sure that everyone wanted her there. But Uncle Fotios had invited her after she proved herself to him, and she knew it was the best place for her to learn how to stand out and be noticed, to discover who she was and what she wanted out of life, and to acquire the skills to make her dreams a reality.
In Macendia, she had been stuck in a role that had become more and more unbearable. As the youngest daughter in her family, nobody expected much of her and she was left to languish in a kind of limbo while her sisters flourished and thrived. Their personalities were all stronger than hers and they were more demanding of attention. They were also far more sophisticated and graceful, If she had stayed, Imma would have lived in their shadows forever and probably have become a bitter and disillusioned old maid. Uncle Fotios pushed her to succeed in every task he set for her, and opened her mind to new possibilities. She enjoyed his challenges and hung on his every word.
This morning, after dressing and eating a hearty breakfast, she set out for the stables again, holding her sandals in one hand as she splashed barefoot over sodden grass and through muddy puddles. With each passing day, there was more water on the ground and she knew that in the city it was flooding. Though she wanted to help, she knew that she would just be sent back to the manor as soon as she was recognized. The stable hands didn’t mind her presence and her gentle singing calmed the horses.
The mournful keening of a cat greeted her as she stepped inside. There was a group of stable hands gathered at the far end of the building and she hurried over to them. The wailing became louder and louder. “What’s going on?” Imma asked.
‘One of the mother cats is in that hole with her kittens,’ one of the men said, indicating a dark gap beneath a counter built into the wall. Cats often used it to give birth and so it had never been filled in. ’She must be in trouble or she wouldn’t be howling like that.’
And the hole is too small for us to crawl inside and rescue her.’ another chimed in.
“I can do it.” Imma’s voice was filled with determination. At least here she could be useful.
’No, Lady Imma. It’s far too dangerous,’
“If I don’t, the cats might die in there.”
One of the stable supervisors stepped in front of the hole. ’Absolutely not. Your uncle would have our heads if anything happened to you,’
“He’ll never know.”
The supervisor opened his mouth to dissuade her but there was a commotion at the doors and he went off to see what was going on. The others followed. Left alone, Imma wasted no time, dropping to her hands and knees in the mud. Biting her lip, she crawled inside, sloshing through water that rose to her wrists. I hope there’s no snakes in here She didn’t feel particularly brave but there was no way she was going to let a family of cats perish when she was absolutely certain she could save them.
Alysanne
Imma
Alysanne
Imma
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First Impressions:slender but still growing and heading toward being top-heavy; large blue-violet eyes; curly white-gold hair; high cheekbones; full lips; often smudged with paint, clay, or soil
Address: Your Her Ladyship
Posted In Aeolus' Fury on Dec 20, 2021 14:22:56 GMT
Alysanne
Imma
Alysanne
Imma
Awards
First Impressions:slender but still growing and heading toward being top-heavy; large blue-violet eyes; curly white-gold hair; high cheekbones; full lips; often smudged with paint, clay, or soil
Address: Your Her Ladyship
Ever since the storms had begun, the first thing Imma did after she woke up was to run to the stables and check on Tisavros. She didn’t mind rain overmuch; in fact at times she enjoyed it. On the first day, she had danced in it, lifting her face and opening her mouth so she could taste the freshness of the raindrops. She had ridden Tisavros through the fields to one of her favorite spots so that nobody would see her twirl around and around as her chiton and hair became completely soaked. It was such an amazing feeling, as if she were free from all the troubles in her life.
And those were plenty. Imma didn’t feel quite at home in the house of her uncle, aunt, and cousins, and wasn’t sure that everyone wanted her there. But Uncle Fotios had invited her after she proved herself to him, and she knew it was the best place for her to learn how to stand out and be noticed, to discover who she was and what she wanted out of life, and to acquire the skills to make her dreams a reality.
In Macendia, she had been stuck in a role that had become more and more unbearable. As the youngest daughter in her family, nobody expected much of her and she was left to languish in a kind of limbo while her sisters flourished and thrived. Their personalities were all stronger than hers and they were more demanding of attention. They were also far more sophisticated and graceful, If she had stayed, Imma would have lived in their shadows forever and probably have become a bitter and disillusioned old maid. Uncle Fotios pushed her to succeed in every task he set for her, and opened her mind to new possibilities. She enjoyed his challenges and hung on his every word.
This morning, after dressing and eating a hearty breakfast, she set out for the stables again, holding her sandals in one hand as she splashed barefoot over sodden grass and through muddy puddles. With each passing day, there was more water on the ground and she knew that in the city it was flooding. Though she wanted to help, she knew that she would just be sent back to the manor as soon as she was recognized. The stable hands didn’t mind her presence and her gentle singing calmed the horses.
The mournful keening of a cat greeted her as she stepped inside. There was a group of stable hands gathered at the far end of the building and she hurried over to them. The wailing became louder and louder. “What’s going on?” Imma asked.
‘One of the mother cats is in that hole with her kittens,’ one of the men said, indicating a dark gap beneath a counter built into the wall. Cats often used it to give birth and so it had never been filled in. ’She must be in trouble or she wouldn’t be howling like that.’
And the hole is too small for us to crawl inside and rescue her.’ another chimed in.
“I can do it.” Imma’s voice was filled with determination. At least here she could be useful.
’No, Lady Imma. It’s far too dangerous,’
“If I don’t, the cats might die in there.”
One of the stable supervisors stepped in front of the hole. ’Absolutely not. Your uncle would have our heads if anything happened to you,’
“He’ll never know.”
The supervisor opened his mouth to dissuade her but there was a commotion at the doors and he went off to see what was going on. The others followed. Left alone, Imma wasted no time, dropping to her hands and knees in the mud. Biting her lip, she crawled inside, sloshing through water that rose to her wrists. I hope there’s no snakes in here She didn’t feel particularly brave but there was no way she was going to let a family of cats perish when she was absolutely certain she could save them.
Ever since the storms had begun, the first thing Imma did after she woke up was to run to the stables and check on Tisavros. She didn’t mind rain overmuch; in fact at times she enjoyed it. On the first day, she had danced in it, lifting her face and opening her mouth so she could taste the freshness of the raindrops. She had ridden Tisavros through the fields to one of her favorite spots so that nobody would see her twirl around and around as her chiton and hair became completely soaked. It was such an amazing feeling, as if she were free from all the troubles in her life.
And those were plenty. Imma didn’t feel quite at home in the house of her uncle, aunt, and cousins, and wasn’t sure that everyone wanted her there. But Uncle Fotios had invited her after she proved herself to him, and she knew it was the best place for her to learn how to stand out and be noticed, to discover who she was and what she wanted out of life, and to acquire the skills to make her dreams a reality.
In Macendia, she had been stuck in a role that had become more and more unbearable. As the youngest daughter in her family, nobody expected much of her and she was left to languish in a kind of limbo while her sisters flourished and thrived. Their personalities were all stronger than hers and they were more demanding of attention. They were also far more sophisticated and graceful, If she had stayed, Imma would have lived in their shadows forever and probably have become a bitter and disillusioned old maid. Uncle Fotios pushed her to succeed in every task he set for her, and opened her mind to new possibilities. She enjoyed his challenges and hung on his every word.
This morning, after dressing and eating a hearty breakfast, she set out for the stables again, holding her sandals in one hand as she splashed barefoot over sodden grass and through muddy puddles. With each passing day, there was more water on the ground and she knew that in the city it was flooding. Though she wanted to help, she knew that she would just be sent back to the manor as soon as she was recognized. The stable hands didn’t mind her presence and her gentle singing calmed the horses.
The mournful keening of a cat greeted her as she stepped inside. There was a group of stable hands gathered at the far end of the building and she hurried over to them. The wailing became louder and louder. “What’s going on?” Imma asked.
‘One of the mother cats is in that hole with her kittens,’ one of the men said, indicating a dark gap beneath a counter built into the wall. Cats often used it to give birth and so it had never been filled in. ’She must be in trouble or she wouldn’t be howling like that.’
And the hole is too small for us to crawl inside and rescue her.’ another chimed in.
“I can do it.” Imma’s voice was filled with determination. At least here she could be useful.
’No, Lady Imma. It’s far too dangerous,’
“If I don’t, the cats might die in there.”
One of the stable supervisors stepped in front of the hole. ’Absolutely not. Your uncle would have our heads if anything happened to you,’
“He’ll never know.”
The supervisor opened his mouth to dissuade her but there was a commotion at the doors and he went off to see what was going on. The others followed. Left alone, Imma wasted no time, dropping to her hands and knees in the mud. Biting her lip, she crawled inside, sloshing through water that rose to her wrists. I hope there’s no snakes in here She didn’t feel particularly brave but there was no way she was going to let a family of cats perish when she was absolutely certain she could save them.
Breakfast that morning was quiet, her father was gone, dealing with things that she was certain would make her turn up her nose. But today's interesting creature was Imma of Leventi; the other girl had been slipping out more recently, and if there was one thing Dafni enjoyed, it was secrets. She knew how important a secret was. She had not followed Imma prior, and was surprised to wind up in the stables.
Soaked, her sandals held in one hand, her outfit pulled past her knees and held in the other. She was determined to figure out what Imma was doing, she supposed it must have something to do with one of the horses...
Dafni stepped into the stable just in time to hear the stable hand answer the question, and for Imma to offer to crawl into the hole and rescue... cats. Her nose crinkled. She'd have to tell her father—never mind the fact she was going to be in trouble for being out here.
The commotion at the doors of the stable made her pause, though it was nothing of importance, and she quickly stepped into the stables to find her cousin. "Imma?" She called, moving to where she had seen the stable hands standing moments before.
The hole was dark, dank, and her nose crinkled. She wasn't going after her cousin, instead she perched herself on a hay bale, drawing her feet to rest atop the bale. Perhaps she'd ask a stable hand to carry her back to the house.
Dafni was busy thinking of all the things her father might say to her cousin, for acting so recklessly. She rested her hands on her knees, chin atop her hands, and waited.
She definitely didn't want her cousin to drown; but well, Dafni was not the most equipped to do more than woo and break hearts. And of course, inform her father of misdeeds by family members, like the viper daddy's girl that she was.
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Breakfast that morning was quiet, her father was gone, dealing with things that she was certain would make her turn up her nose. But today's interesting creature was Imma of Leventi; the other girl had been slipping out more recently, and if there was one thing Dafni enjoyed, it was secrets. She knew how important a secret was. She had not followed Imma prior, and was surprised to wind up in the stables.
Soaked, her sandals held in one hand, her outfit pulled past her knees and held in the other. She was determined to figure out what Imma was doing, she supposed it must have something to do with one of the horses...
Dafni stepped into the stable just in time to hear the stable hand answer the question, and for Imma to offer to crawl into the hole and rescue... cats. Her nose crinkled. She'd have to tell her father—never mind the fact she was going to be in trouble for being out here.
The commotion at the doors of the stable made her pause, though it was nothing of importance, and she quickly stepped into the stables to find her cousin. "Imma?" She called, moving to where she had seen the stable hands standing moments before.
The hole was dark, dank, and her nose crinkled. She wasn't going after her cousin, instead she perched herself on a hay bale, drawing her feet to rest atop the bale. Perhaps she'd ask a stable hand to carry her back to the house.
Dafni was busy thinking of all the things her father might say to her cousin, for acting so recklessly. She rested her hands on her knees, chin atop her hands, and waited.
She definitely didn't want her cousin to drown; but well, Dafni was not the most equipped to do more than woo and break hearts. And of course, inform her father of misdeeds by family members, like the viper daddy's girl that she was.
Breakfast that morning was quiet, her father was gone, dealing with things that she was certain would make her turn up her nose. But today's interesting creature was Imma of Leventi; the other girl had been slipping out more recently, and if there was one thing Dafni enjoyed, it was secrets. She knew how important a secret was. She had not followed Imma prior, and was surprised to wind up in the stables.
Soaked, her sandals held in one hand, her outfit pulled past her knees and held in the other. She was determined to figure out what Imma was doing, she supposed it must have something to do with one of the horses...
Dafni stepped into the stable just in time to hear the stable hand answer the question, and for Imma to offer to crawl into the hole and rescue... cats. Her nose crinkled. She'd have to tell her father—never mind the fact she was going to be in trouble for being out here.
The commotion at the doors of the stable made her pause, though it was nothing of importance, and she quickly stepped into the stables to find her cousin. "Imma?" She called, moving to where she had seen the stable hands standing moments before.
The hole was dark, dank, and her nose crinkled. She wasn't going after her cousin, instead she perched herself on a hay bale, drawing her feet to rest atop the bale. Perhaps she'd ask a stable hand to carry her back to the house.
Dafni was busy thinking of all the things her father might say to her cousin, for acting so recklessly. She rested her hands on her knees, chin atop her hands, and waited.
She definitely didn't want her cousin to drown; but well, Dafni was not the most equipped to do more than woo and break hearts. And of course, inform her father of misdeeds by family members, like the viper daddy's girl that she was.
