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PostPosted: Thu Feb 09, 2017 6:04 pm 
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The sun stood high in the light blue sky as the red haired Cheza descended from the mountain. He did not walk a specific path as he gently walked over the earth and grass patches, zigzagging slightly between the blooming trees, bushes and colourful plants. The mountain had a marvellous forest terrain which was rather inaccessible for all who did not know the grounds. The Cheza, alike all Cheza, enjoyed this walk. Only natural sounds were to be heard; the wind chiming softly, the rich leaf-filled trees ruffling softly and birds cheerfully chirping, with occasionally an odd sound caused by hopping bunnies, grazing deer or hunting foxes.

Today was a very important day to the Cheza. The two moons of Etrea would align at midnight. It was a rare event, only seen every few centuries. Gwydion had pledged to pay a visit to the devoted non-Cheza, so that they too would know how to properly allineate with nature tonight at midnight. Gwydion knew many disagreed on this topic. They did not wish for the true Cheza secrets to be shared with those outsiders. They would want all Cheza to remain in the cities and only mind Cheza business. However, Gwydion held the opinion that other races could not improve themselves if they were not given the chance, besides, helping them would mean helping nature. If those devotees would keep themselves to their promises and take care of the lands as instructed, the lands would bloom even more so than before.

His open-minded attitude had gotten him into more trouble than it had done him good, but he never did these things for his own sake. Just like that time he had accompanied his friend and fellow Cheza to his wedding. The Cheza had chosen someone outside of their community, one of the Archluc even, of all creatures! Gwydion had come to give his best wishes to him and the bride, but not one moment had he really been welcome there. Though he had come with good intentions, certain events on the wedding had caused tensions, hostilities between him and the other guests. He had come to realize that there were certain advantages to staying in the Cheza community and never venturing out: one wouldn't be judged and treated like a lesser and despicable creature. Yet, regardless of how individuals decided to treat him, he had decided to set forth and do that which nature asked of him. And so he kept his open-mindedness, even if that would give him enemies.

As the thoughts of that day seeped back, he walked on. It took a while before Gwydion had reached the cobblestoned path which lead up to the city. It was quite a large city, bustling with people, animals and all sorts of creatures. It was one of those curious places, where all races could easily mingle,- as if there were no differences between humans and others,- and yet guilds would often clash. Gwydion was intrigued by the different cultures he spotted in these cities. It was so hectic and so loud, with different sounds than he was used to. Though the songs of nature could be deafening intense too, it was not the same as the thundering voices cities knew, of craftsmen trying to sell their wares, of commoners quarrelling and of the chitchats on the streets.

The Cheza took a deep breath and carefully followed the path. The devoted were in the city gardens, tending the nature there. That was where they always met, and so that was where he had to go. Through these crowds, along the path, passed the wooden stalls and the stone cottages, onwards to the inner ring around the humongous six towered castle. For all that he could see around him, he liked to dwindle around and truly take his time to observe it all, so once back in the silence of the forest, he could reflect about it. However he wished for this, he knew he couldn't. Though people did respect him, for they did not know what Cheza could and couldn't do, they did not trust him at all. Though Gwydion had put on one of the most human-like outfits, with his green tunic, dark brown leggings, plain dark brown boots and his fuchsia cape, which he wore over one shoulder, it was still obviously a Cheza outfit. And if the outfit had not screamed it already, his long fierce red hair and sun coloured eyes would have told it so. As he made his way through the crowds, he tried to keep space between him and the creatures around him, mostly because the slightest push could already throw him off his feet. He knew he was lighter than a young human child, and that was not in his advantage. And as if that on its own was not enough to have to pay attention to, he had to watch his environment for certain Guilds too. He had heard enough about a certain guild of assassins, who were obviously not unheard of. He would not like to encounter them, who so easily ended life as if they were supreme to nature. As a Cheza he could truly not understand how one could be so vile and foolish as many of them were.
But then again, there were many races and many habits he did not understand.


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PostPosted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 11:43 pm 
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The city was a bustle with such a kinetic energy: it put Predowyn on edge. Something almost seemed...amiss. There was a tension in the air and she wasn't the only one to feel it. Just one look at her fellow Archluc told Winnie they felt it too. They were all made aware of some special Cheza event, but Winnie wasn't the only one to think the uneasiness wasn't due to them. The Cheza seemed to be a peaceful race: a bit bigoted, but peaceful. That didn't stop Winnie from carefully eyeing the few Cheza that were about. Along with almost everyone else, of course.

Predowyn and her small battalion was currently stationed outside the castle waiting to escort some diplomat to the city gardens. Predowyn thought his belief in the Cheza religion was nothing but a farce. She thought his belief was shallow and for show. Regardless, she had a job to do, so when the diplomat exited the large castle doors, Winnie stood in formation with the rest of her brothers. Their armor all gleamed in the sunlight a warm golden brown, adorned with the red lion of their guild. A guild Predowyn was proud to be apart of.

In the city gardens, the Archluc seemed to tower over most. While Predowyn was considered short for an Archluc, she was easily a head taller than most there. The diplomat exchanged pleasantries with a few other nonchezian followers as the Archluc stood in nearby tactical positions. Predowyn kept her pale eyes peeled and her hands on her sword. There were a few times her grip tightened, but signals from her nearby brothers kept her somewhat defused.

That is, until a certain Cheza caught her eye. One glimpse brought her back to a wedding she had helped plan for a very dear friend of hers. Against better judgement, Predowyn supported the wedding between a Cheza and an Archluc, but certain events left a noticeable tension at the end of the day. With the memories fresh in her mind, Predowyn's wings twitched in a state of irritation. She needed to get ahold of herself. Predowyn couldnt let her personal feelings interfere with her work.

Long blonde hair had been braided back, but the wind had loosened several pesky locks. More than once a few caught Predowyn fighting to keep it out of her face. However, she was only left with a flustered look as she eventually gave up in favor for listening to the conversations being had around her.


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PostPosted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 3:23 pm 
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As Gwydion made his way over the cobblestoned path he was busy ignoring the Archluc as well. They were always about these places, policing the place as if they were a superior race fit to judge the world. He, alike many Cheza, disapproved of them. Their pride would be their downfall, the Cheza knew. Everytime Gwydion came where they were too, he kept as much distance as he could. His mind flashed back to that one wedding, that had given him enough experience with the Archluc to last for a lifetime. It was difficult to believe one of their own had truly chosen to spend the rest of her life with the Archluc. But then again, Mother nature had mysterious ways, who knew what good the bond may bring over time?

Knowing the Archluc did not like them, Gwydion was rather sure he'd be out of their sight soon enough. He could think of no reason for them to visit the city gardens. Those creatures were far too proud to be busy with nature. It relieved him when the city gardens came into sight. The luscious green trees, bushes and plants delighted him. In a language unknown to men he heard them greet him. The plants here told him how well the devotees had been doing their jobs. It was the perfect way to teach them, as he didn't need to be near to know how well they were doing. The city gardens were rather big, as this marvellous garden was something that the humans were proud of. Even if they had spend no energy or time on it themselves, the city garden was truly a sight to behold. The garden was divided in several sections and enclosed by conifers, providing a natural wall between the city gardens and the city itself. Right next to the conifers were intensely coloured rhododendrons, displaying a wonderful transition from fuchsia to hues of red, shades of pink and -further into the gardens,- even yellow tints moving into intense white. The white ones went on, right to the core of the city gardens. A great display of plant diversity was visible in the city garden, something which Gwydion had caused. Before it had only been a field merely to harvest specific plants which the humans would eat. However, the humans had never minded the fact that plants need each other to thrive. What one takes from the earth, is what the other gives. It had been a blessing for these plants here that devotees had come to be and to listen to the Cheza.

Gwydion continued deeper into the garden. The initial bits of the garden were plants that were mostly there for their pleasant looks and scents, though they were most useful to dye clothes with as well. Coming further into the gardens, there was quite a decent pond with low hanging willows around it. It was the true centre of the gardens, this lake. There was a path around the lake, with about two to three meters distance to it so the trees were not bothered. On the other side of the path were the edible plants. On one side, apple trees had been made to grow with their branches horizontally to their left and right, providing perfect living growing racks for other fruits, like the grape that really liked to climb up. Bushes of all sorts of berries were near as well, as well as some ground bound vegetables and such. On the other side were herbs, useful for all sorts of means. But he walked on, to deepest part of the gardens. There was a small wooden building there, looking somewhat like a chapel. There they would always gather as the devotees kept their equipment in that building. As he entered, it seemed only a few had gotten here. Just a handful, but it was alright. Gwydion knew he was rather early today.

With the usual greeting "Sha'm aemta'rr gzu" (May nature bless you) he welcomed the familiar humans who had already arrived.
It didn't take long before more arrived. With a pleasant smile upon his face he awaited the rest. He had sat down upon the ground, the other devotees had done the same. Soon the group had all gathered. It seemed one of them had brought along the Archluc, which was somewhat stresful to Gwydion. He had hoped they would not come here, as he surely did not need their negative energy here. But as they had all gathered, and sat down and the greetings had been done, it was time to get started. Time was short today.

"Today there will be less time than usual," Gwydion began, ignoring the Archluc. "Tonight is very important, as the alignment of the moons will take place. This only takes place once every few centuries, only so few humans get to experience it in their lifetime. To reap the most benefits of this powerful event, it's very important to stick to certain rules" Gwydion let his serious look slide over the different people, accidentally letting his eyes rest upon a specific Archluc for a longer moment before returning his gaze to the circle. "If the ritual is disturbed during the alignment, it will affect the harvests of the coming years tremendously. I hope you have all gathered the loose stones and sticks as I had requested you all to do so. We'll begin immediately" Gwydion stated, as he got up on his feet. "We'll first lay a circle of stones around the pond, then a circle of branches and finally, a drawn circle"


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