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Saint Anne
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A eerie silence hung over the Valley of Tor. A sentence thought to be worse than death had been carried out. A Banishment, to the next world over-- the judgement falling upon the head of the traitor who killed the Kirin. The world was in an uproar. When one Kirin was kill, it was only natural for the other to die along with it-- and it had. It brought already high tensions higher, brinking on war.
The world was simple in shape, and in political handlings. To the West was the large island nation of Queoyias, though most called it O'yas for short. Here, elves, ruled the other beings. Magic was not common for them, as they preferred to study and advance their research and technology. Rumor had it they were even working on a carriage that would hurry itself along a rail, powered by fire.
To the East was the nation of Torbeshu, though many knew it as the Nation of Tor. It was ruled, for the past millennia, by humans. magic flourished in the country, and those seeking refuge from O'yas smoke filled air would often arrive on the shore in the dead of night, fleeing their home.
As such, it was odd to see such a horrifying punishment fall in Tor. Here, people sought freedom and peace. And yet a heavy hand had just fallen... granted-- it was not undesired. Kirins are 'pure souls', you see. Even the smell of blood will repulse them to the point of fainting. They are masters of magic and ambassadors for the Gods. They are born of the tree of life, which grows in the ocean between the nations-- the roots of which are said to hold our world together. Only two are alive at a time, and when they are born, they choose a side. One left, one right.
This, of course, is highly important. Because Kirins choose a new leader for their respective sides. A kirin can only bow to a God or Chosen soul-- who the god's have deemed worthy of ruling. Just because a monarch had a child does not secure that child a throne.
But by the will of man and not the gods, the time had come for a new reign. Teenagers from around the world were now called to congregate at the capitals, awaiting the arrival of the new Kirins, and mourning the loss of the old.
Such an amassed assembly sat, watching the King and his wife grieve for a friend lost. Kirin were not just animals. They could take on a human form as well. It was said no king had ever taken the throne before forming a bond so deep they would willingly die for the one who chose them...
"Now," the man lecturing the gathering of teenagers went on with his lesson. "You do have the option to turn down the throne. Should the Kirin bow to you you need only thank them, apologize, and walk away. It will choose another. If the Kirin is male, his name will end in 'ki'. If she is female, it will end in 'rin.'. Be aware, which ever choose us, the other choose O'yas......"
The lecture seemed to go on and on.
Finally, one girl leaned over to the one beside her and sighed. "Do you really think we should even be here?" she asked quietly. "We aren't nobility or anything. Look at those boys over there... They look like they would make good kings, don't you think?"
[[OOC: SORRY FOR THE LONG BLOCK OF TEXT. I figure it will give us context to build off of. We are in Tor, the human nation. Magic is common here and the sign that someone know's magic or can learn it is that they can speak any language they hear. I will be playing the kirin. Does this sound okay?]]
The world was simple in shape, and in political handlings. To the West was the large island nation of Queoyias, though most called it O'yas for short. Here, elves, ruled the other beings. Magic was not common for them, as they preferred to study and advance their research and technology. Rumor had it they were even working on a carriage that would hurry itself along a rail, powered by fire.
To the East was the nation of Torbeshu, though many knew it as the Nation of Tor. It was ruled, for the past millennia, by humans. magic flourished in the country, and those seeking refuge from O'yas smoke filled air would often arrive on the shore in the dead of night, fleeing their home.
As such, it was odd to see such a horrifying punishment fall in Tor. Here, people sought freedom and peace. And yet a heavy hand had just fallen... granted-- it was not undesired. Kirins are 'pure souls', you see. Even the smell of blood will repulse them to the point of fainting. They are masters of magic and ambassadors for the Gods. They are born of the tree of life, which grows in the ocean between the nations-- the roots of which are said to hold our world together. Only two are alive at a time, and when they are born, they choose a side. One left, one right.
This, of course, is highly important. Because Kirins choose a new leader for their respective sides. A kirin can only bow to a God or Chosen soul-- who the god's have deemed worthy of ruling. Just because a monarch had a child does not secure that child a throne.
But by the will of man and not the gods, the time had come for a new reign. Teenagers from around the world were now called to congregate at the capitals, awaiting the arrival of the new Kirins, and mourning the loss of the old.
Such an amassed assembly sat, watching the King and his wife grieve for a friend lost. Kirin were not just animals. They could take on a human form as well. It was said no king had ever taken the throne before forming a bond so deep they would willingly die for the one who chose them...
"Now," the man lecturing the gathering of teenagers went on with his lesson. "You do have the option to turn down the throne. Should the Kirin bow to you you need only thank them, apologize, and walk away. It will choose another. If the Kirin is male, his name will end in 'ki'. If she is female, it will end in 'rin.'. Be aware, which ever choose us, the other choose O'yas......"
The lecture seemed to go on and on.
Finally, one girl leaned over to the one beside her and sighed. "Do you really think we should even be here?" she asked quietly. "We aren't nobility or anything. Look at those boys over there... They look like they would make good kings, don't you think?"
[[OOC: SORRY FOR THE LONG BLOCK OF TEXT. I figure it will give us context to build off of. We are in Tor, the human nation. Magic is common here and the sign that someone know's magic or can learn it is that they can speak any language they hear. I will be playing the kirin. Does this sound okay?]]