Thank you Chess, I am glad it brought some joy to someone. For those who do not know, iXi did finally get her actaul rivnak and named it Wings of Love... so everywhere she goes, she arrives on .... Wings of Love....

  Ok... ya, I know..  but I like it 

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Imagination...   always........  She was to become the high preistess of the Temple of Dakkru, and had been raised for that purpose... in that sense , she was named after the Goddess.  I tend to create rather deep and ( to me ) meaningful back grounds and back stories for my chars, even if they are alts....   

  Just my imagination......  but if you think that is all unreal, I can say that in my life, I have met at least 10 folks named Jesus.   Unreal?   they are certainly seemed real to me... one was a good friend in Dental school ...

La Crank

Awwe...  what a loss......   who will I tease now???   Just kidding... I had a lot of fun, and lets face it.... this is addicting so there is no shame in showing up again ... so DONT delete !!!!

 After iXi had confessed her love to Dannae but she ran away before the shocked Nolthrir responded. This was the day before Dannae responded and the rest almost never happened. Back home, revolution had changed all that iXi had known.


    The cool air felt good as it gently blew past the wooden bins full of various fruits and vegetables in the market place. Flags, of all colors,  gently flapped and the tarps over head shaded the goods for sale. iXi squeezed gently on a large avacado to see if it was ready to eat for lunch, when she noticed the light gleam off of the gold ring she had just purchased, hoping to one day give it to the love of her heart. She pondered a moment about whether or not a woman with webbed fingers could wear this ring...how did she ever become such a dreamer? ...   but then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone glancing her way. With out reacting, she continued with what she was doing, as if she had not noticed, but, inadvertently maganged to pass her gaze across that person. It was a demorian male in typical peasant clothes, apparently looking over some melons. Yet upon closer inspection, she noticed the shoes were refined leather.
     Feeling cautious, she acted very uninterested in the man, and made her way in the other direction, when she noticed, yet another similar one at the end of the aisle. She knew from her own past that teams of two were all that was needed to stalk and overcome any unsuspecting victom. Not knowing if this had anything to do with her, did not matter, but she did know,  however, that something was up, and it was time to leave.
     She casually walked down the aisle and past the demorian she was facing and gave an innocent smile as she inspected his face. His eyes gave him away... he recognized her. With out reacting, she managed to look over some apples just around the end of the aisle, and slipping off her golden ring. Making it look as much as she could like an accident, the ring fell out ahead of her onto the stone floor of the Hydlaa street, and it rolled. 
    "Ahh no!" , she exclaimed as she innocently chased after it, and picking it up as it came to the corner of a building, she vanished beyond view of the mysterious demorians. She was not going to wait around for them either. Taking off in a dead run, she made her way around the first turn, ..... only to run face to face with two more male demorians and one female.
    iXi came to a complete stop in total surprise. The red haired woman was dressed in red an black fine silk dress, with cream colored lace and high collar that framed her face like royalty. She extended two black , silk covered arms and hands  saying:
   "Debonara...  how I have missed you !"
 
     "DRAKKU?"
 
     The refined demorian smiled and answered, " My... look what has become of poor iXi.... you are dressed like a pauper...  I imagine you must miss all your finery." She lifted her long flowing skirt to show shiney boots and layers of petticoats.
iXi was stunned.
     "What are you doing here?, she stammered.
     Drakku smiled again as her guards stood by her.
     "I am here to make you an offer, dear, lost Debonara."
     "YOU don't get to call me that name anymore....  ever.", answered iXi firmly, while eyeing the personal guards. " Only people close to me may use that name."
      Drakku faked offense.
     "Oh, you wound me.... have you forgotten when you used to come to my chambers?"
     "I clearly remember how desperate I was..." iXi answered, "... just to have some one warm that did not have a 2 day beard and smell like wine.  I was so lost then, even you were better than nothing."
      "Temple whore is what I would call it.", Drakku answered with a smile. " That first night you came to me... you had nothing on at all."
      iXi's face pained at the memory, "Molested by that fat friar Jestin. I just could not be alone that night. I was dying in side!"
      " Well he's dead now, so feel better,....  Debonara", Drakku quipped , repeating the name to hurt iXi with even more memories.
      iXi closed her mind to the pain and changed the subject...  "So, tell me... who was left standing when the blood stopped flowing?", iXi asked thinking about events and rebellion back home.
     "You rememeber that little worm, Efrek ?", Drakku answered, "Well after the warlords all killed each other... he was left standing.  In fact... Debonara... that is why I am here... Efrek thinks you can be of value to us...  those who followed the ideas of your father, need to be brought in to the mainstream with us. You have the dedication, the charisma and are just wild enough to do it.  You have your father's name.
   Just think ..... you live in the castle again.. only.. not as Highfather's whore, but as a Lady of power and influence... luxury... clothes... baths... even servants...."
     iXi blurted out," I have renounced Dakkru and grounded my life in Xiosia and her love! "
    Silence fell as the two women stared at each other. Drakku leaned her head to the side and squinted her eyes. She spoke first.
    "iXi Veno...  Xiosia...... are we talking about the same iXi that hung a farmer upside down in his well for a day until he converted to serve Dakkru?  ... The same iXi, who herded sixteen cattle into a rancher's house while he was away.... locking them in, because the rancher was late on his taxes?  The same iXi, who burned barns, left slaughtered pigs on porches, had relations with every member of the Supreme Cult several times, who started drinking sacrificial wine before learning to spell ,  ... "
   "ENOUGH!", yelled iXi covering her ears with her hands.
   "Oh and I am not even half way through the list of wonderful imaginative things you did for the faith, How many did you kill? How many did you maim? ....  and who was it that took my innocence....  Debonara ?"
    "I have confessed all those sins to Xiosia.", iXi answered in a quiet tone.
     "NO not sins....", Drakku snapped back, " Service and dedication to your faith and state. Believe this... I once admired you for it."
     iXi had no answer. Drakku was thinking about how a person like iXi could ever come to this pitiful state of mind. Then it hit her.
    "Xiosia... hmmmmm....  the same thing that got the last Highfather.....   oh... oh....  oh no.... do NOT tell me....  you are with that same preistess he was!"
     "No, I am not.", answered iXi honestly.
     "What a strange look you have on your face, iXi Veno..... I have never seen that look on you before...  did you kiss her?"
     "Not even once."
     "Sleep with her?"
     "No."
     "Feel her body upon you?"
     "NOTHING has ever happened.", yelled back iXi.
      "She's a Dammned Blue Gi...", shouted back Drakku, just as iXi's hand smashed across her face, sending her to the ground.
The two guards instantly had knives at iXi's throat and belly, but Drakku actually began to laugh as she stood back up , rubbing her red, swelling face.
      "Oh, it is obvious now.... you LOVE her....iXi,  don't be a fool!  There is nothing for you here... and back home... a real life awaits you.... forsake all you have here in this place and come home.  Come back now. Efrek will choose a good man for you for children, and as it always was, you can still love anyone else you want.
         iXi's eyes filled with tears and she started to shake.
       "Look at you.....  lost... alone.... grasping at desperate straws to find meaning in this empty life you lead here....  Forget it.... leave it...  Come back to us, now.  We can't wait forever."
        With that, Drakku snapped her fingers and two more guards came up from behind iXi, and Drakku and her personal guard departed down the alley.
     
        iXi stood shaking in the empty street. What had she forsaken for the love of someone who had not responded to it? Had she lost her mind?

I asked an advisor online if a group can challenge another group... and the answer was "yes".

  I have not tried this yet, but , if it is possible , I would love to know who has done it, and how it works... who challenges who.

The reason is that I want to train my guild members the old formation used in so many fantasy related games... fighters in the front, healers in the back and one mighty mage to bash the opponents... 
Assuming this can be done as group duels...  what a blast ( or Freeze if you caster is deep Blue Way )...

  Please share what you can. Thanks,  La Crank.

Hence the term "Origin"

  Love ya...  and thanks for being  a part of it

La Crank

                                                                      Prost – Origin of the Dark mystic

   From beyond the Bronze Doors, beyond a dangerous stone labyrinth, we are told, . . . races came long ago. . .
   Formless and void, made of shadows from memories of the many lives it had known over eons of time… of the many lives it had been… swirling around  again and again the cries of anguish from the souls it had devoured… musing  and joyfully taunting the tortured…twisting their words back upon them… such fools who’s egos were beyond common sense to conjure such an ancient entity…  
            It’s calm and inner peace were being pulled and stretched in one direction, as a call came across and echoed against the dark and back again. It was being summoned.
   As it awakened to the call, an old and familiar desire for amusement rose within. What wicked scheme had some mortal imagined this time?  What selfish plan had been devised?  It loved games, and it loved to play at the hearts and desires of fools, and it loved to break them upon the vain rocks of their own wicked shores.
    It rose… above it could see a demorian, in a kingdom of demorians, chanting in the middle of a circle, facing a candle lit altar, with some meaningless rune engraved upon the wall. Peering at the elf, it assumed a similar form, and voice, carefully choosing a language and pose for its appearance. The altar seemed like a dramatic place to show… and so , it pressed against the fabric of the plane and pushed through…
   For dramatic purpose, it created a pillar of sparkling violet within a blood red cloud. Gathering its form into one similar to the elf, it faded in from nothing and stood in shroud of radiant darkness.
   The wide eyed demorian male stood with his hands still in the position that had been used to conjure… and he paused breathless as he gazed at the appearing form.
   It peered into the mind of the elf, seeing an entire life, sensing the greed and lust for power, seeing through the heart of his deceptions and knew him to the core. It waited.
   The elf swallowed hard and put his hands down. The two stared at each other for some time in the silence of the ornate room. Finally the elf spoke.
   “I am Lord Grekkor, I seek to become the High Father ruler of Etonia…  I have called you because….“
   The entity already knew well, and instead of listening , it was picking a name for itself… it settled on one from an ancient language that was used as a curse that could be translated as “ endless death “… it’s name, for now, was ‘Prost’.