Post by The Dark Sovereign on Oct 4, 2013 18:52:08 GMT -5
This roleplay revolves around the reactions of the Ionian people to Syndra's act of murder. This roleplay takes place in the past, and any Ionian or person visiting Ionia is welcome to join.
Keep note that this occurs in the past, so do not make any actions that will affect your present selves or of the people involved in this roleplay in a way that will not fit into the present-time canon.
Of course, scarybirdyadmin and staff can alter this roleplay if any conflicts arise. :) I hope to get a birdstamp of approval.
Ionia: Date to be Finalized
The capital of Ionia was buzzing with the feeling of apprehension. It leaked into the alleys of the city, and high into the temples. Just three hours ago, there had been a loud rumbling noise, and the villagers had paused in their daily routines, unsure of the source. Then in the distance, a shadow had risen into the air, whirling upwards in a dizzying arc. The villagers had gasped; it was a temple!
The temple had continued ascending into the skies and stopped abruptly, a silhouette upon the horizon. Pieces of dirt crumbled from its foundations but the temple itself remained solitary, unbending to the wind.
The people of Ionia were perturbed. No doubt the Elders had heard of this by now, but no action seemed to have been taken. Eventually, whispers distinguished the temple. It was the mentor's. More specifically, Syndra's mentor.
Perhaps it was a training exercise, the people had reasoned, unconvincingly. But it seemed to out of place...too unlike the teachings of the mentor. What could've been the reason?
And as the sun began to vanish behind the mountains, an answer presented itself.
A figure rose out of the temple, and eagle-eyed citizens pointed and shouted, as the figure floated towards the Placidium, Ionia's capital. As the figure drew nearer, people began to identify it. It was her! Syndra! But it was only when she landed heavily onto the grounds of the Placidium did people realize this was not quite the Syndra from before.
Syndra stood up, eyes flashing with an eerie purple pulse. The watching villagers stumbled backwards, suddenly intimidated by this young woman. She seemed so different in her new clothes. Instead of the beautiful white feathers and the gold trim of her garbs, Syndra wore a tight-fitting purple armored costume. She wore a helm, and the people murmured in surprise. It seemed to almost be the Mantle of Decorum, but was placed upside down on her forehead, instead of floating behind.
But the strangest and most startling thing about her appearance were the three spheres orbiting Syndra. They seemed void of light, and pulsed of power.
Syndra looked around briefly, disgust written over her face as she surveyed the citizens, and made her way towards the bottom of the stairs to the main building. When she spoke, her voice seemed to echo, in a voice that was like hers but not.
"Where are the Elders? Come out!"
Keep note that this occurs in the past, so do not make any actions that will affect your present selves or of the people involved in this roleplay in a way that will not fit into the present-time canon.
Of course, scarybirdyadmin and staff can alter this roleplay if any conflicts arise. :) I hope to get a birdstamp of approval.
Ionia: Date to be Finalized
The capital of Ionia was buzzing with the feeling of apprehension. It leaked into the alleys of the city, and high into the temples. Just three hours ago, there had been a loud rumbling noise, and the villagers had paused in their daily routines, unsure of the source. Then in the distance, a shadow had risen into the air, whirling upwards in a dizzying arc. The villagers had gasped; it was a temple!
The temple had continued ascending into the skies and stopped abruptly, a silhouette upon the horizon. Pieces of dirt crumbled from its foundations but the temple itself remained solitary, unbending to the wind.
The people of Ionia were perturbed. No doubt the Elders had heard of this by now, but no action seemed to have been taken. Eventually, whispers distinguished the temple. It was the mentor's. More specifically, Syndra's mentor.
Perhaps it was a training exercise, the people had reasoned, unconvincingly. But it seemed to out of place...too unlike the teachings of the mentor. What could've been the reason?
And as the sun began to vanish behind the mountains, an answer presented itself.
A figure rose out of the temple, and eagle-eyed citizens pointed and shouted, as the figure floated towards the Placidium, Ionia's capital. As the figure drew nearer, people began to identify it. It was her! Syndra! But it was only when she landed heavily onto the grounds of the Placidium did people realize this was not quite the Syndra from before.
Syndra stood up, eyes flashing with an eerie purple pulse. The watching villagers stumbled backwards, suddenly intimidated by this young woman. She seemed so different in her new clothes. Instead of the beautiful white feathers and the gold trim of her garbs, Syndra wore a tight-fitting purple armored costume. She wore a helm, and the people murmured in surprise. It seemed to almost be the Mantle of Decorum, but was placed upside down on her forehead, instead of floating behind.
But the strangest and most startling thing about her appearance were the three spheres orbiting Syndra. They seemed void of light, and pulsed of power.
Syndra looked around briefly, disgust written over her face as she surveyed the citizens, and made her way towards the bottom of the stairs to the main building. When she spoke, her voice seemed to echo, in a voice that was like hers but not.
"Where are the Elders? Come out!"
