((Imp, has that scout/army/whatever you have to the SE of Aveceleba moved recently? I seem to remember it staying there for a while when reading through.))
The Voices of the Lords rose and fell in a crecendo around her as Karaman stood on the podium, her words echoing through the palace. Once again she wished Larika was here, however even though the scout had proven to be a worthy companion and a trustworthy friend over the last few months... if a little unusual in her ways of thinking... the lords still held this irrational caution abour her. Their sense of fear had been hightened greatly, especially since word had come back that the fire in the southern forest had been set deliberatly, and now Kara returned with news of battle!
"We cannot sit by and do nothing!" Counciler Yori called out, his red mechanics badge flashing in the gold light that filtered through the laquar windows. The coloration giving the mosaic that was inlaid into the wooden floor a golden cast. "Our home burns! I say we immediatly raise an expdetitionary army, including
"What of the Valtan, do you think she knows anything of importance?" The Aged Lord Domi of the fishervulpi asked, placing his right handpaw to pull the younger mechanic back.
"Her people very well could have been the perpetrators. Karaman, did she not say herself that her people used heat and flame in building machines and in war?" Poi of the Woodworkers countered, shaking her greying head slightly as she looked at the explorer.
"Yes, but I can't imagine..." Kara started, shifting subconsiously as the debate raged around her central platform.
"Nonesense! It's clear the Valtans are the agressers here!" Yori shouted out, pulling against Domi's grasp and lifting a hand in defiance to the rest of the council.
"Don't get ahead of yourself Yori. It may be they were attacked. If we go blaming them we may end up next on the list of targets by these people. I say we proceed catiously and investigate the situation further." Domi replied, pulling the much younger mechanic to look him in the face.
"Domi, would you have all of our home burned before you can see the danger? We must immediatly respond with full force! Whipe them out so they cannot cause such waste again!" Yori countered, shoving away the handpaw and leaving a long scratch on the fishervulpin's arm. His remaining hand rising to strike at the other lord once again.
"You will SIT DOWN Yori!" The High Lord called out, his rich voice ringing across the room. For a moment all was silent as Yori uncomfortably noticed his position. With a sheepish look the young mechanic lowered his arm "... I am sorry, High Lord. I was out of line." he replied, hanging his head and taking his seat. The moment he did the hubub and shouting resumed with full force.
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'Urgh, this is going nowhere.' Kara thought to herself, looking down at her foreward handpaws in disgust. Mindlessly, she let her thoughts drift back to five months ago. Her claw idlely sketching a circle into the wooden floor as she thought of when she had first met Larika, when she had begun studying magic. Something back then, something that had continued to bother her...
Without realizing it, Kara felt herself pulled slowly into a trance. At once she felt both 'in' and 'out', this time without the effort that it normally took. Her senses swelled, blotting out the dull roar that filled the chambers behind her as she felt herself expand.
Kara was huge, immense, she felt as if she towered above everything. Her limbs reached for miles and her mind streached across the vast tract of land. She saw people, creatures of every type and description. Some working, others training. Shadows, Lizards, Winged Men, Giants, Metal Beasts... images that flashed by so fast that she could barely glimpse at them in wonder before another approached. The colors, the lights, they were everywhere. Crossing the eye of her mind, visible even behind her eyelids. For a moment that seemed an eternity she stood there, fighting against the tide of information before her mind shut down.
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"Hear! Et Nithara Rena!"
Kara's voice stopped the debate, ringing across the chamber and throughout the building. Her eyes were closed, and as she spoke a halo of white light surrounded her body, lifting her from her feet and bringing her to the center of the room.
"Hear the cry of the burning willow as it is torn from it's home in the earth!" Kara shouted, her voice causing an immense silence to fall upon the council chamber, "The birds of carrion have slain the mighty Coyote, their fearful talons rending it limb from limb as the clever beast flees it's home. The heavens cry and the earth shouts, as the crow loses four eyes and is given back yet two more, only to let it fall from it's caw onto the great basin of the sea. The mountains bring forth pain to the plains, but the plains escape the mountain's wrath and tire it with it's endless games. Still the beacon of hope flies, as steam rises from across the world, and all must shout out and die with the coming of the end of the beginning! And as all fall into nothingness those from a world long dead will find a world yet beginning again, yet as they face thier home an unfamilier face will speak to them in a tounge they know well!
So says I, Karaman: Et Nithara Rena, the Future of Truths. Let it be heard throughout the lands! The forest cries in it's pain, and seeks vengance against those who have hurt it. The husband of the monster must be sought out, his wife placated so that the people of the river can discover their place and send aid to their friends and allies. Et Adi Quinefa must be brought down, but not slain, so that his will does not destroy us all. And the last, Emuramelela must be ruined by those he chose to ruin first. The pain of those he ruined returned twice before his end!
So is Et Nithara Rena!"
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