
Welcome to Desamarai
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Moon Phase
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Two thousand years ago, there were two gods: Rayzaek, the God of Sun and Isiliah, the Goddess of Moon.
They were, of course, merely humans, humans with strange and unprecedented powers, humans who found each other and bent the whole of Desamarai to worship them.
They were lovers, they were saviors, they were the heralds of a great change, they could not last forever.
In the face of a kingdom falling apart, their love faded and they fought. They fought and retreated to their homelands- Rayzaek to Maikor and the south, Isiliah to Deida and the north. Here they split Desamarai into two, here they forever altered the world as they knew it, here they sewed seeds of discord to grow eternally. Here they died.
Here they continue to shed blood.
Announcements
5/18/09 Lyra here! We've had a recent influx of members, which is wonderful. (:
I've just added some new boards for the Isellean and Pyndian Oceans. It's time to sail the high seas, eh? Indulge yourself in underwater towns, sea serpent mating frenzies, human sacrifices and shipwrecks, etc.!
In other news, I'm hoping to start up the plot proper sometime. But I can't until we have some Desarian Royalty and some proper religious leaders. Soooo...
*nudge nudge wink wink*
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Visionary, Not again...
| Lyra |
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She listened, still staring at her feet, and then looked up. "No, please don't. I...I like having someone to talk to. I'm just...not good at talking." She smiled weakly at him. Yes, she was surrounded by people here, people who all believed in this same thing and supported each other for this same thing, this beautiful woman of their minds. But still she felt alone, she had since that moment when she'd found Esis in all her sin, tangled with him under the moon... She hadn't had a proper friend or anything since then and her heart still was full of yawning pain for Nyosin, for that lovely Nyosin...
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A distant and familiar sadness calls to us As if carried on the wind, like burning sand Brothers and sisters, away, you endure Stranded on our own land A memory etched into soul and skin Leaves a scar that never heals Our family is strong, but scattered Across the stars and fields We will not abandon you We will not forget you We will return for you
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| Akira |
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Ghost settled back where he sat, fidgeting with his sash, like a child too shy to talk. His song seemed to be all over the place, like a child with a short attention span too, as his thoughts flicked from the angel beside him to the people all having strange visions, to his alchemy, to Isiliah herself. He opened his mouth before he thought, then instantly regretted asking, in case people here held the sky as preciously as their gods. "Why does Seridine work for the stars? What do they do..? Are they really..spirits?" He blinked from where he sat, reclining backwards gazing up at the ghostly face. "Sorry...this man believes things but the stars, they do not talk to him, he sees not how they help.." His cheeks darkened slightly as he blushed. (nipple changing color flashing dance!)
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| Akira |
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"This man has heard them talk..maybe.." He seemed lost for a moment before a slightly sly, covetous look crossed his face, laced with mischief. "I have no magic." He spread his hands as if to show he held no weapons, that he was merely as he was, everything right there, under the face of the moon, for a moment, almost ghostly in the pale light. "But I can hear...lots of things. Things people don't hear. In the far far north...the sky lights itself, with bright, laces, curtains of flame..they shine so beautiful, and so terrible...this man never knows whether to be afraid..or to bask in their glory...but the sound..." He tilted his head. "Like a hundred thousand tiny bells, voices, so many sounds...so much emotion...all twisted up.." He smiled at the memory, the last time he had heard it, sitting on the ice flow, frozen in awe and dread at the same time, pleasure and pain welling up so tightly that when they suddenly faded, it left him aching from within. "One day this man will go back, and sing with them." He laughed, tucking his hands into his sleeves, gazing upwards at the tiny pinpricks of light, so very far away. "Maybe then, they can tell us."
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