@ali_sani_bashir said:
@mercysdad4ever said:
Also keep threatening and your initials will be just like Ali's....R.I.P. :)
Oooooohhh hahahah shame on you lol funny but shame on you haha
Ali's real initials = B.A.M.F.
The Kwazulu Alcazar (CVnU Location)
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@mercysdad4ever: The GOAT. Now and forever
Stoic sub-conscious cogitation was premiered by Ali's measured movement. Slowly his fingers were drawn down the unshaven but lined edges of his 5-o'clock shadow, illustrating a compartmentalized reflection that governed his introspective insight into the Cardinal Goddess' unexpected request. His encyclopedic memory, photographically recalled the headlines of the Liafador's ill-fated fall from grace, and the thousands if not millions of devastated lives it had left in its wake. To invite such a controversial collection of former greats into the cove could be considered to be an affront to the Bay's reclusive way of life.
But Ali had his own needs. Needs that had unceremoniously persuaded the Vibranium Maharajah to act well outside the confines of his trademarked nobility. And yet, he could relate. "I too have lost loved ones before their time. Perhaps as a direct result of my own failings. So know, I am sympathetic to your plight." Staring directly into, if not through the royal matriarchs fortified eyes. Her posture that of a hero true and tested.
"But I will need something in return. Dhere is a shield, your daughter's, shield if I am to be honest. An immovable artifact of immense power. Power dat saved my life once upon a time. I desire dis artifact, your highness. Consider it payment for welcoming your lost family to the secret cove. For allowing them sanctuary in da False Bay."
The trumpets had sounded and the Coda dispatched to the beach. 'Intruder,' they warned. 'Stranger,' they alerted. Rhythmic and harmonious, the admonishing chorus was not of war, but held an edgy beat. Specifically relevant to the relation of the perceived threat. Or lack there of. Instincts permeated through the life-blood of limited tribesmen, but even they were mistakenly disarmed by the deceptive state of the wandering woman. Propelled to protect rather then attack, raised to heal as opposed to destroy, the Coda surrounded the unknown agent of the Many Faced Owl, and guided her back through the secured walls of the Kwazulu Alcazar.
"We should have waited for da Warden." There was a sense of urgency in the Beloved One's voice as the two royal warriors skeptically conversed, eyes never leaving the line of escorts parading the recent arrival through the inner sanctum of the absent Ali's home."Our warden has lost his way. First Nia, dhen a deal wit dee Liafador Matriarch? Tis no wonder dee Bay is beset wit outsiders.....Take some men and return to Nia's side. Ensure her comfort and safety." demanded the taller of the two. "I will stay with our new guest." folding her arms as she watched her fellow fighter follow orders, before turning to look back over her shoulder with sardonic side-eye. "Do you know where you are? Do you remember anything prior to washing ashore? Your name perhaps?"
(you wont need to attack and wait to see if I sell it, kill who and as many as you want. No discretion needed)
Call it intuition, but the High Cardinal Goddess knew this shield with familarity in her own war with the Cardinal Goddess of Illusion; Ziccarra's shield proved to be a climateric variable one that then, allowed Ziccarra to escape the wrath of the High Goddess.
"The Aegis Shield, the power to absorb magics." She replied affirming her knowledge of it's existence; and the stipulations surrounding it's usage.
"Then it is to be done" She commanded to the dismay of the Mazoi. This shield represented one of the Liafador Family's oldest artifacts. A shield crafted for Ziccarra's usage, only now there was no Ziccarra; and as far as Sabella was concerned there was no Liafador family. "I will take refuge on the farthest side of the cape. When you are ready bring the shield to me; and I will lift it's enchantment. Señor Bashir, I thank you for you hospitality in our most testing of times."
@ali_sani_bashir: (Thanks for the creative freedom!)
Escorted through the inner sanctum, she carried the ocean's scent, it's aroma of salt and seaweed. Her body shivered from the cold, from the saltwater that dripped from her kimono. For a moment, the bangs of hair hanging over her face moved, and her serpentine eyes caught a glimpse of her escorts. And from that one glance, she knew. They were born and bred warriors. Skilled beyond the realm of possibility known to most. But she was better, deadlier, greater. Wrapping her arms around herself, hugging herself for warmth, the Demon Lotus' face peeked up. Her escorts had spoken to her, they'd asked her a question. English, she didn't speak the language. But she understood their tone, they'd asked her a question or several.
And she answered. With a nod and a tame, almost innocent smile. A smile seen a second too late by her escorts. It was an illusion. The photons bouncing off her body to cast her image were slowed, and as her escorts reacted to light seconds in the past, they saw nothing of her violence coming. Knew nothing of the downward stab that saw her sword gore it's blade into the head of one of their own. They could smell the blood being spilled, the scent of iron hung thick in the air. They smelled but saw nothing of the massacre that came. She murdered many. Her escorts, reinforcements, she ran the cold metal of her sword against their flesh until only one remained. Tall and elegant, she was muscled to the lean proportions of an Amazon warrior queen.
But it didn't matter. Here she was blind. And as she charged forward, her muscle fibers twitching with years of experience and killer instinct, Grandmaster Yin sidestepped her, spinning round in a full circle as she carried momentum and centrifugal force into a homicidal swing that saw her sword slice into the back and through her neck, her foe's severed head dropping to a floor stained in blood. Yin strode forward, her kimono soaked with blood, more her opponents' than hers. She licked the blood from her own cuts and lacerations, the wounds humming on her flesh, and she disappeared.
Cape Tassi
The light of the morning sun crept over the mountain funneling through the window; resting on the closed eyelids of the Mazoi Princess. Stirring from what seemed like an endless beautiful nightmare Ziccarra rose to the sound of commotion resounding through the palace. Something happened, something big. But she knew her mother wouldn't elaborate on what, probably something dealing with the outside world.
"You were visited by the Goddess in your dreams beloved." Her voice was soft and hushed, almost as if she weren't entirley sure if Ziccarra had fully awakened. "I was, but I am not sure what the meaning of this dream was. The story makes no sense". Ziccarra replied, running her hands through her dense raven tassles. Rising to full stature making eye contact with her blonde haired, blued eyed lover. "In time you will understand princess, but I believe your children were looking for you"
Exiting with haste, the princess picked up a slow saunter down the hallways en route to her daughter's chambers. Selene, Tassi, Maya and Catalina, 'gifts from the Goddess' or so she believed; they were really the result of her old-life and her union with Thee Champion, Alexis Pettis.
Before she could enter their room, she was intercepted by the Queen, Sabella, her mother. In a past life this Mother-Daughter duo were enemies, but now they were as close as ever.
"Princess" The Queen spoke filling Ziccarra's face with elation. "Mother" The young princess responded bowing before hugging her mother.
"How many times must I tell you to keep your conquest out of our home" She could do nothing but chuckle, this was like the 8th time she got caught, it was like her mother knew everything.
"Come to my chambers darling, there is something I would like to discuss." The two walk side by side, in her demenor Ziccarra could tell their was something different, something was wrong. "Mother your face wrinkles when there is something off. What is it?" Ziccarra asked the moment they entered Sabella's chambers. "Something is wrong beloved, but I cannot speak to you. Goddess...give her strength"
BOOM. Searing the sky on its path, the ionized energy slammed into Ziccarra’s lithe frame, rising in druid fashion, her body spun around full of incandescent heat the result—The Goddess.
"How long do you think you can keep her here?" The Goddess asked, her demenor was nothing like Ziccarra, she and Sabella were not friends nor did she care to fix her lips to call this woman mother.
"As long as I want, now hush there is something you must know. On the other side of Arbiter's grounds rest the Kwazulu Alcazar establishment. Prior to reviving Ziccarra I traded your Aegis shield for this land. I need you to go to the outside and make contact with him. Make sure everything is well. I fear he is in danger." Sabella's explaination wore thin on the Goddess, she couldn't see why this was their problem.
"And we are to care because?"
"Because if anyone discovers the location of the Time Loop than everything we've built will come to shambles. Our way of life is directly affected by theirs" Despite not wanting to admit it The Goddess knew she was right. "Fine. I'll" Go.
The Goddess' mission to the Kwazulu Alcazar was one of disappointment, not only did she find out that many of it's people had been massacred, but the man she was sent to meet Ali Bashir was now missing; this put the Liafador Time Loop in jeopardy, causing the High Goddess Sabella to increase security around the Arbiter's grounds.
Ziccarra moved about the palace deep in thought, she could sense there was something bothering her mother; and even with her powerful psionic abilities still in tact, she wasn't able to make out the thoughts that hindered her mother. She was however; able to pick up the mischievious thoughts of her young daughter moving able the palace gardens with her furry companion in tow. "What is she....doing?" Her natrually arched eyebrow rising in curiosity.
"Your highness, it's time for your archery lessons" One of the Palace attendents called out, snapping Ziccarra's attention from her daughter's whereabouts, back to her presence in the large brief room. "Cancel my lessons for today, I will be spending the remainder of this day with my daughter." Ziccarra commanded before disappearing in a flash of purple light.
The Cape Princess' voice could be heard long before she arrived, "Yes star, you wouldn't want Mama to know Tassi is eating snacks before dinner time" She said, appearing over Tassi with a slight smirk on her face.
"Darling look at your hands" She fuss watching as the gross mixture of cookie and mud littered her daughter's hands. "And look at what you have done to poor Star, go get cleaned up mija, we are going to the woods today"
Unlike the donned apparel of his previous visit, the newly adopted Sith apprentice was free of facial confinement. Free of armor. His religious regalement conformed to a more monastic style of refinement. Loose fitting, his hooded robe portrayed a sense of esoteric stoicism, while conveying an unusual cocktail centered around strength and unapologetic arrogance. A truly mesmerizing, all be it minimized visual effect.
Cognitive meditation allowed the former warden to reexamine the sight of the False Bay massacre with renewed insight. No longer controlled by guilt or led astray by the manipulations of the Xsoteric, he could finally see, but more importantly, hear, the truth. With such a catastrophically violent end the supernatural screams of the deceased would forever be imprinted upon the land. Tainted, diseased, the Kwazulu Alcazar was now little more then a sacred burial ground to the resigned guardian of the Bay.
His face remained cast in the darkness of his hood, obscuring what little emotional value it still had. The luminescent pollution of his eyes were the only observable thing lucky enough to escape the sea of self-manufactured darkness. His folded arms and hands were casually concealed within the oversized sleeves of his attire. Even as he strode past and among the blood dried spattered stains of the unceremoniously butchered members of the Coda, he did not break from the abandonment of apathetic posture.
Instead he simply listened. Recalling every scream, every strike, ever member slain in that moment of treacherous evil. An evil that no matter how well hidden contained a signature. An aura. Unmistakable in its careful curation. How he had not seen it before was an anchor he would forever tow. But he knew now. He understood, now. And yet now, would have to wait. His training had only just begun and there was still so much to learn, so many secrets to inherit.
All Ali could do in that moment was swear to the old gods, and new. First he would kill the Xsoteric. And then, when the time was right, he would destroy the creature responsible for the decimation of his people, of his tribe. Before going on to slay the monster who had commanded it. "Ezra....."
The woods were a bit of a Holy Grounds than anything, the intricate plethora of myths Sabella created to justify it's existence were enough to force the Mazoi from cordoning the area off with guards arounds it's entire perimeter.
The forest was home to many creatures not native to man's world, and she was sure Tassi and Star would enjoy their visit. There were tree's that stretch higher than most modern day skyscrapers. Faires no bigger than fireflies, and a bridge that lead all the way to the forest temple; a place that supposedly held a tear from "The Goddess" which birth it all.
"That is where we will conduct storytime today darling" She couldn't help but smirk; as her hands went through her dense obsidian tassles. The story she was to tell Tassi was also the story she told Maya and Catalina ages ago; unknowingly in her past life too.
The Mother-Daughter-Dog trio moved across the palace garden towards the gates of the Holy Forest, it was in the ripples of the water that the details of this mystic between both the mythical palace and the giant enchanted forest begin to differ.
The palace water was a pure cerulean color, sort of like Ziccarra's eyes, but the Forest water was a grungy emerald tint; as they met the two formed a beautiful painting with the reflections of the three visitors.
"Before we get to story time is there a place you would like to sit?
It was unlike anything the little Liafador had seen before. It was like a new world was being introduced to the child as Star was a few steps ahead of them, in awe of their current surroundings as well. The trees stood so tall and strong, it was as if they were touching the sky itself, but the branches were far enough to allow the rays of the sun to gently shine downward into the woods. The air was moistened with dew from the lush greenery causing the woods to be a much cooler place than most parts of the island. But the smells… it smelled like… magic. The Liafador Palace had many flora that gave the perfume sent to the garden but this. Hint of wild jasmine, the sweetness of honeysuckle that’s carried by the gentle breeze. Flowers and plants she had never seen before gave off magical smells that even had Star sniffing at everything. Tassiana slowly reached up to her mother's hand, grasping her smaller, soft hands, onto her mother's slender fingers, not in fear, but just because she didn’t want to get lost in unfamiliar area.
But what caught her attention the most… were the creatures that resided in these woods. Small, tiny people, smaller than herself flew around her, giggling, excited at the sight of the darling Liafador’s arrival to the woods, fairies! She remembered Maya telling her stories of them once. Not too far away, a white horse, with feathered wings that stretched out longer than it’s own body was seen grazing upon the grass as an animal with the body of a buffalo but the head of a wild boar drank some water at the river, with a heavy mane a scaly back and shaggy eyebrows.
As they continued to wander deeper into the forest temple little white humanoid creatures with large rattling heads stood along the tree branches, looking downward at the three, observing as one by one their heads began to wobble around like bobble heads and in doing so, soft rattles were began to be heard throughout the woods as if they were greeting the mother and daughter to the holy forest.
"Before we get to storytime is there a place you would like to sit?”
Tassi stopped walking as she looked around for a moment. Oh my goodness, where were they going to sit? Under the big tree? Next to the lake? By the wild flora across from them? Letting go of her mother hand she took a couple of steps forward, her fingers running along the a tree trunk that was covered in soft, damp, emerald moss. Her eyes were always looking up because she was so small. Looking up at her mother, at Maya, at Cat. Having to climb up on her bed, having to step up on a stool to reach something on the counter, everything was bigger and taller than her. It was just natural for her head to tilt upward as her sapphire eyes caught the sight of a swarm of fairies flying around a single area up in the branches. Soft glows of white, yellow, pink and… blue floated along the lower tree line like stars in the sky. They reminded her of something… of someone… but little Liafador couldn’t remember. She couldn’t connect that the fairies reminded her of the stars that her once big brother Leo showed her all those years ago. Yet something in the back of her mind still held this sight as something important. She had to sit there, for some reason, it was important to her.
“Can we sit here, please?” She looked over to her mother, hopeful eyes as Star was busy sniffing at one of the tiny holy forest spirits.
"You may sit anywhere you please" She replied, watching how kindly the forest populace took to their presence. Because admission to this part of the cape was forbidden the creatures rarely ever got to interact with the people from Cape Tassi, but this was the third time they were seeing Ziccarra; and just from those few time they knew she was not a threat. Taking a seat with a legs folded with Tassi propped right in the middle Ziccarra waft her hand across the water watching as the magical fairies swarmed toward the ripples to see their distorted reflections. See could tell from the look on her daughter's face; that she was absolutly enamored with the Holy Forest and all it's life, which was good.
"Alright, are you ready for the story?" She said allowed not only to Tassi but to Star and the plethora of fairies buzzing about in attedence.
"A long time ago, these woods did not exist. Instead it was a harsh desert. Nothing could live here because the days were so hot and the terrain was not right for growing crops. Then one day, a young woman saw the potential in this desert and decided to descend from the heavens to do something about it.
From the moment her feet met the sandy surface of the desert, grass begin to grow. Not much long after, she created tree's waterways and other vegatation to make this place a safe haven for creatures who had nowhere to go.
Back then everyone was welcome to enter the forest, because it was supposed to bring people and mythical creatures together. Thanks to the fresh soil farmers could grow their crops and the creatures here were free to eat at their leisure because crops grew in abundance. That means a whole lot mija.
The town loved this young goddess because of her giving soul, and built the forest temple deep in the middle of the woods to show that they were forever grateful for what she did for them.
But not everyone was happy that the young goddess did this, the goddess had an older sister, an older jealous sister. She hated how the people honored her younger sister, and not her. She hated how the desert that once stretch across endless miles of Earth, and so the jealous sister made it rain.
For 3 months, it rained. Everything became flooded; most of the forest life died, and many of the town's people lost their homes.
A bark split Ziccarra's attention, giving off a quaint smirk she nodded in affirmation to Star's apparent intelligence. "Yes Star, that is how the bay was made. A lot of these creatures are actually old enough to remember this story." She continued motioning to the odd looking owls perched up on the highest of tree branches.
When the Young Goddess realized what her older sister was doing, she grew angry and decided to absorb her sister's ability to make it rain. It was from that point that the Young Goddess told the bay it will not move any further than the boundries she had given it, and from that day forward the bay has been there.
Because her younger sister was still getting more attention than she was, the older sister came from the heavens as well. She brought with her the spirit of war, she would eventually be called the "War Goddess"
But the town people begin to fight each other, the forest animals begin to kill each other. Nothing was peaceful anymore. When the younger sister saw this she went to confront her sister, but the damage was already done; they wildlife had already been exposed to the elements of war and there was nothing the little sister could do.
To prevent her sister from causing too much damage, The little sister locked her away in a bolt of lightning, so that she could never harm the people of the cape. However the death of so many of her cherished beast begin to weigh on the younger sister it made her sad. Unable to shake her sadness the young goddess died, and the people that still believed in her kind heart stored her body in the temple deep in this forest.
"Tassi...would you like to go to the Forest Temple?"
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