OOC: This thread is open, however, please PM me with permission if interested in joining and I'll let you know if your idea works with what I've been plotting~ This thread is a very important thread, laced into the mage wars in Connlaoth (read more about this via in the link in my signature)... (It's sort of a time jump) from what has been beginning to happen, and something rising out of the mess of it. (So this takes place well after things have been getting messy. ANd please note, no other threads are even this far along in the war~). Please also read the character Katahnia's profile, too, before inquiring to join :3 thanks.
And without any further ramblings.. XD, I present a thread where a hero is needed to help save the 'wanna be' savior of the mages as she dangles, soaked in blood, from an ice, cold, chandelier.
Looks like I've already got a bite XD
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It had been a long, cruel road, and time had hardly been kind to her. So much had transpired, so much working against her, seeming to want to crush the spirit of the woman rising against the world. It was a time when Connlaoth was in despair, fear plaguing the people and tricking them into believing everything their new Grand Duke had fed them. And they believed it, all of them, or so it seemed. So it was that in which made the journey even more perilous than before.
She had to work against the men that didn't know better, where she had preached the words on the street, the innocence of her people, and how repressing them, sending them North to the cruel mage camps, was damning their souls.
Equality.. Peace.. These words Katahnia had once preached seemed like something to laugh about as she remained hanging in her cold tomb, blood staining her cracked lips, and the rest of the blood finally beginning to dry and clot over the wounds of her body. But she had been soaked in it, whip lashes leaving risen welts across her back, opening bubbling wounds which stained her clothing and flesh red with her own blood, which had since collected upon the floor, staining the chilled stone flooring beneath her in the abandoned castle in which she now remained. But they wanted her alive, to suffer as cruelly as possible for all that she stood for before the loss of blood and cold would take her. So they left her for dead, hanging upside down, her wrists and body bound in ropes, well within the bowels of an ancient and forgotten castle, laying within the forests of the tall mountain peeks of the Kilanthros. And they left her hanging from the frozen diamonds of an unlit and spider web-frosted chandelier.
It was a cruel fate to remain there, and as she hung, tears burned within her eyes at the memories this presented to her- of that time so long ago when her family had been attacked, and what all of this suffering had meant to her, and at that time in the long forgotten past, she had taken homage within a casing of crystal. She even recalled when she had been free, awakening to love and new hope. She had even ridden as far north to her family's duchy, only to find a cruel twist of fate tearing everything she held dear apart. Now she had a child to fight for, one she had to give away to be cared for, in fear her daughter might be killed as she fought the mage wars.
But now as she hung upside down, bleeding and possibly dying, she regretted nothing, except failing to be there for her daughter when she would be grown, as a single, slow rolling tear froze against her cheek. SHe was too weak to seal herself now, and was already feeling the biting cold of the arctic cast a layer of frost in her blood stained, blonde hair and clothing, and her lips and fingers bluing, skin turning white as snow as her breath came out in white wisps as she stared out into the vast emptiness of the forgotten castle. Her would be tomb.
Little did she know this was just the start of something more, just another step in the long journey towards a fight where she would strive towards the freedom of the mages, the halting of the iron fist within the laws, and at least bring the people of Connlaoth back to a sense of humanity. Mages and magic users were but people... how could they not see? All they saw was an enemy, and the fear that had drove them all mad. Now, with the mages symbol of hope, a woman who had been rallying them and spitting out words of peace... now that she was subdued, the Grand Duke could continue on with his repressive laws without incident, and the world might continue on without her- leaving her as a forgotten ghost within it's history... a history that had only just begun.