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Elements Reborn IC; Elemental war; a roleplay of strategy, power, and manipulation (figurative/literal)
Topic Started: June 13, 2011, 11:44 pm (5,089 Views)
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In wake of the upcoming Pact Anniversary, the water seemed a little clearer, the air a little more restless, the fire a little more passionate, and the earth a little more sensual. The ocean stirred, foaming tides washing against the Water clan’s beach and making amusement for the children while mothers called for them to be careful. The air swayed, brushing the trees and causing branches to shimmy and leaves to fall over the Air clan’s cluster of tents. The fire roared fiercely within the hands of a training teenage boy in the Fire clan, taking him aback and causing his fellow classmates to laugh. And the earth- the earth hummed beneath the feet of its blessed people while its harvest grew plentiful to the cheerful cry of farmers. Each element was buzzing with new life as it’s celebration approached, only a few days away. Everyone could feel it in their veins: the sense that everything was going to be renewed, that things would change, that it was time for a new year to begin as per usual among the day of the Pact’s anniversary. This was the year 3099 and the Anniversary would mark the beginning of 3100; a new century was among the clans. It had been a hundred years since the pact and no expense would be forsaken on the grand occasion. Lavish festivals would be prepared over the following days in dedication to the Elements’ out of gratitude for their blessings. This was always how it went on the Anniversary and how it would always be, no matter the stirrings within clans about animosity for other regions and the breeding need for a triumphant element that would lead all other elements. The Anniversary was a day for rebirth, forgiveness, and prosperity much like the day the Pact was made. It was a day taken by all families to cherish their loved ones while feasting, dancing, and sharing stories of the Pact with their clan. Some people, seeking peace, compile the idea to “meet in the middle” and have members of each clan come to a place equidistant of each region in order to celebrate together, in hopes of a new tomorrow in the dawn of a new year. This day brought a universal feel of awe and gratitude, no matter the clan. It was the one time that differences were annually pushed aside and Water, Air, Fire, and Earth came together to cherish New Earth.


҉ Earth ҉

There was a pulse just beneath the surface; Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. There was a constant rhythm that, once accessed, meant getting to the heart of Earth itself. It was the core of the element, grounded beneath layers of rock, soil, and the remnants of Old Earth. It was the main source that Raja tried to reach during these times alone, laying in a field a few yards length away from the pueblos; it was secluded and promised that no one would interfere, though who would anyway? The red flames that figuratively licked the grass, sprawled out and framing Raja’s prominent features shied away any Earth member from moving closer to the meditating female. Even if her hair didn’t signal for a retreat, Earth’s nature by default was to leave undisturbed people as such. It was in her, and every other Earth being’s nature to mind their business, unperturbed. And so, she remained in the quiet, with only her pulse and that of the land to accompany her.

Her eyelids lifted, revealing piercing and deep brown eyes; they were the color of the earth that lay just below the grass she remained on. Suddenly, there was a shudder below and her body rose with the land. Her mind eased Earth to create a small peninsula with enough strength to support Raja’s frame, though that wasn’t much weight to begin with. It raised to only an inch above the ground, but that wasn’t the goal of the exercise; Raja wanted to see whether or not she had the concentration to keep each particle of grass and soil above its normal position, suspended. It worked, without a hitch, and a tweak of a smile rose on Raja’s lips before she finally allowed the peninsula to lower and settle back into the flat field as if nothing had occurred.

“Well, that was better than yesterday’s attempt,” Raja remarked to herself, voice smooth as the youth of a flower petal; Yesterday, the most vital part, the center, had crumbled and left Raja with a terrible ache in her lower back. It was strange to think that she had been born to the Fire clan, a group known for their fierceness, when she was quite the opposite most of the time. Raja rose from her place on the ground and sighed, successful but restless still, as if the day’s mission had yet to be complete. The day had only just begun but it felt like time was rushing past her at the pace of a mudslide, sudden and stealthy. She was becoming stronger in terms of her control over Earth but still, she felt weak, not simply because of the energy put into each practice but also spiritually. A life of solitude did not seem like enough to make up for her abuse of the element in her previous years. She had catching up to do but, due to the blood of a determined, passionate family that coursed through her, she would not give up and Raja was quickly making her way to the top of Earth mastery. If only that were enough.

The past still chased after Raja, flames tracing the edges of her dreams and her conscious mind as she went about her daily routine. No matter how many times she meditated and spoke to Earth for guidance and for forgiveness for her mistakes, her father’s eyes still haunted her. Her mother’s words kept her still, within the lands of the Earth clan. But, Raja knew this could not stay that way for long. The wisdom of Earth washed over her in her sleep, nightly, and echoed to her what she always knew had to be done: settle the past in order to move on. Raja had been planning, re-planning, and then pushing back the date that she would make the trek to the Fire clan in order to find out about her parents, to find out if either were still alive, and to finally face her troubles. She knew that otherwise she would simply push it aside and keep the restless feeling until she died.

Raja’s stomach turned and coiled, unwilling to face this. She wasn’t accustomed to moving around, her fear of traveling stemming from the sudden run from the Fire clan at such a young age. She also wasn’t comfortable around people, which made her an excellent candidate for the Earth clan, since mostly people kept to themselves. However, if she were to leave in search of her parents Raja would have to ask around for information. She wasn’t shy or anything of that nature, but preferred to remain silent for spiritual reasons. Talking was pointless to Raja. Emotions and messages were much more stronger when conveyed through the eyes, the face, and the elements. It seemed that nothing but words of hatred were ever the kind to survive speaking, her evidence being that of the many rumors of conflict between clans. This made her plan of setting off even less appealing, though something told her that if she kept her element to herself and presented her red hair to the Fire clan that all would be well… for a little while at least. Still, the idea of conflict unnerved her.

Conflict, though, was not something anyone would be able to avoid just yet. Even as the Anniversary neared, words of animosity still flowed with the wind and into the ears of others. Eyes looked to their Element Masters to see what lay ahead, and whether it sported white peace or red war.
Edited by Wicked, June 13, 2011, 11:49 pm.
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Zane Victor was his name. He was the son of the last leader of the air clan, and born from the woman that many counted as a mistake. He however overcame any challenge and obstacle in his way and achieved the honor of becoming the next leader after his father, when he was nineteen years old. He had now serve as leader for one term which was five years, and currently a new election would be hold, most likely he would be voted for a second term since he had been doing a great job as their new leader.

Zane had white hair, which his parents or ancestor did not have and many believed it meat he was chosen by the wind it self, but that was only a myth or rumor. He was six feet tall, and he had a pole on his back. His outfit usually was a black robe with hood, and a black shirt and pants under it. He had great skills in his pole, and since all elements require basic martial arts or movement he did extra training in that and extended his skills in it. He combines this with his wind training and kills two birds with one rock. That accomplished the same thing while giving him time left over to study also. He tries his best to act as a leader that his clan, and even the other clans could respect.

He however is easily described as a member of the air clan. He does not let his emotions control him, and he is very logical when it comes to most thing. His clan is very social, and along with the things he overcome to reach this point he as developed great people skills, and manipulative skills. From being good with people to being great in combat he lives up to the title of master of his clan. His father as made mistakes in the past, but with what he is today they are nothing he can not over come and fix, and with that in mind he holds many plans for the future.

He currently was outside his main tent, and was giving directions to several of his helpers or council and getting things set up for the big event in a few days. He planned on going his self to the celebration that clans put aside their differences and come together and he plans on using the chance to learn everything he can about the other clans. He knew a new power was needed to bring order to this world and bring the people together once again. He knew this would force some to take actions they would not normally do, and thus he planned on finding out what he could about what the other clans are thinking.
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The fire was dying down. Unacceptably so. A minute's focus, an oft-repeated chant to concentrate his mind, and the flame burst back into full effort, marked by a significantly heavier breath on the part of Frumasteinn. But he couldn't rest now. Too close to finishing the blade, too much of his immediate plans relied on the fresh tool. Frumasteinn's hammer fell again and again, smashing the metal into the shape he wanted, a crude chisel-edge beginning to form. His brow was sweating excessively in the heat now, his personal hymn rising into a furor as he fought to concentrate above the clanging of the hammer blows, to keep the fire running and the metal malleable. The mallet's ministrations now turned to the opposite blade on the tool that was forming under Frumasteinn's rapidly tiring hands. The mineral chunk began to take proper shape, and with a final blow, it passed Frumasteinn's demanding standards.

His song returned in its next verse quietly, and Frumasteinn set his tool into a pot of water beside his anvil, allowing the smithy flames to die down and extinguish themselves as their work froze into its new shape. The hammer returned to its hook, his tongs found their way to their resting place, and Frumasteinn heaved his way to the door, leaving it slightly open to air the workshop as he passed through.

On the surface, the day was continuing its usual course. Children wrestled while their parents went about their daily work, all under the glaring sun of a summer afternoon. Frumasteinn closed the distance into the city to his small hovel, slamming the door shut behind him exasperatedly as he collapsed onto his bed, too tired to bother with anything, least of all people.

While Frumasteinn slept on his bed, underneath was something secretive. Something Frumasteinn had not shown the rest of the Fire Clan. It was etched on a number of clay tablets, older forms having been smashed and cast into the river again. And Frumasteinn's first step towards that something was hidden outside, deep underground, far away from the thoughts and daily motions of the Fire Clan. One might have noticed it if they looked in a large water-filled pot, beside the anvil in his smithy. But Frumasteinn doubted any would realize what it was.
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The land was stirring. Arram could feel it on the breeze. He heard it in the bubbling river, and he could feel it within the dirt beneath his toes. It was time to go.

Arram was not gifted with ties to an element. Fire nor air, earth nor water; none of these would do anything he asked just because he was tied to it. If he wanted a fire to cook by, Arram had to work for it. Clean water, soft earth, and a fresh breeze; these all required work.

Life had been dangerous for Arram after he had been chased away from Fire Clan by his father, but then again, life had been dangerous before. Struggling to eat and sleep and stay healthy among the rest of the wild animals was no more dangerous then trying to tread carefully around his impassioned father. His father had been a violent man. Hot-blooded, heated, fiery… all were words that could describe his father, and the element that consumed him.

Dangerous as life was out on his own, the struggles had made Arram stronger. He was as lean and muscled as the mountain lion, and equally as dangerous. Arram had stolen a bow and quiver from an Air Clan family many years ago. Constant practice had turned his arms and back into a well-oiled machine. His aim was perfect, moving or still target. Finding food and staying hidden from the other clans required him to learn how to move silently. All things considered, Arram was as much a dangerous predator as the bear, wolf, or lion.

Arram knew that soon, those who were gifted like he was not would be celebrating. The clans would celebrate the wondrous day when their ancestors made a pact with the elements of nature. In return for returning the planet of Earth to its former glory, the elements wanted to reside inside the body of man so they too could survive and prosper.

Arram would not be attending any clan celebrations for the mere purpose of celebration. No, Arram had darker matters to attend to.
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The tide came in, caressed the shore for a moment, and then retreated. The sea was such a tease. It was what Awari liked the most about it. Water was unpredictable - one would never be able to tell what it would do, not even those with an affinity for the Element. Sometimes, it would be calm, even playful, like now, while other times it would come down with an unstoppable rage, destroying everything in its path. However, no matter what mood Water was in, it never failed to provide Awari with inspiration to paint.

She leaned to one side, looking past her canvas at the sea as if expecting it to pose for her. Then, she looked back at her paint set, taking a moment to select the right color, and then went back to her work. Even though the sea was her inspiration, it wasn't always the sea that she was painting. Today, it was a sky scene. Her canvas had been turned a soft blue, with small circles of white in random formations. With small, calculated strokes, Awari turned the random circles into fluffy clouds, and then after mixing a little yellow into some white, painted a large sun as the focus of her piece.

Her wrists beginning to ache from hours of work, she decided to take a small break. She stepped back to admire her handiwork, but she knew in the back of her mind that she was far from finished. Right now, what she had on her canvas was a blue background, a few puffy shapes here and there, and a big white circle. She had yet to blend these objects together and make this look like a real sky. That would come in a minute. Now, it was time for other things. Perhaps a trip to town. After putting her paints and brushes away, she set her canvas down against the railing of her porch and stepped off, heading up the shore and into town. As she walked and massaged her wrists, she wondered what everyone else was doing in preparation for the upcoming festival. Was everyone as excited for it as she was?
"Darkness falls,
Here comes the rain
To end it all,
The blood and the game."
- "Vox Populi" by 30 Seconds to Mars

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((OOC: My apologies, but I forgot to add something into my profile concerning Dante. It was something little, though I still can't understand how I forgot it. I'll be posting about it in here, and then I'll go back and edit the profile once I'm done.)

Name: Dante Terraria
Location: Amongst the many fields on the outskirts of the Earth Clan's biggest territory.
Status: Alone, relaxed and slightly hungry.

The Earth Master lay back peacefully in the grassfields, allowing her hair to spread out amongst the millions upon millions of blades of grass. It'd been such a quiet day, no petty fights or disagreements among any clan members that she would've had to sort out. There had been yet another good harvest that had just been brought in, and agriculturally speaking, the Earth Clan was prospering. Sure, people still weren't all too happy to have long winded conversations with each other and everyone preferred to keep to themselves - Dante certainly didn't blame them; she certainly did. But at the same time, all were working together in a sort of harmony that many people rarely ever found. It was truly beautiful, and the Earth Master couldn't help but smile because of it.

"Yes, a good day." she grinned to herself.

So good, in fact, that her advisors had told her that they would handle anything that came their way for the day and asked that she take the rest of the day to just relax. While this request could've very easily have been interpreted as a corner stone for a coup or some other act of treason, Dante trusted her advisors with her life. Well... she had to; they were also her bodyguards. But that did not take away from the fact that she knew that all of them served her loyally and had done very well in keeping her alive so far. Every last one of them had pledged loyalty to the end, whatever the outcome. So Dante, with all this trusted, placed them in charge for the remainder of the day. What a wonderful decision to she'd had to make. But with one easy decision usually came a much more challenging one...

A low grumble came from deep within the Earth Master's stomach, and she placed a hand over her belly as a hunger pain began to seep into her from out of nowhere. "Ugh... Darn this mortal body and its constant need for sustinence - I was just beginning to enjoy relaxing." In all honesty, food was something Dante wished she could've done without. In fact, the whole idea of the digestive system annoyed and disgusted her to no end. It wasn't just watching other people eat, it was her as well. One reason for this was the fact that Dante had been born with ageusia - a lack of sense of taste. Nothing she placed in her mouth ever had any flavouring or taste of any kind, so there was never any joy in experiencing supposedly delicious things like birthday cake or ice cream.

While it meant she could eat really healthy without having to taste the terrible flavouring, the Earth Master hated the idea of constantly having to do something she found a chore, and unsatisfying. Plus, the way half the people in the Earth Clan would stuff their faces was enough to put most off their appetite. Her Brother and Father were probably some of the worst offenders. The girl dared not imagine what would occur during the Pact Anniversary Celebration Feast... It would be horrendous, that was sure enough. But rather than think about such a thing, Dante focused on the positives of the Celebration. Thoughts and Wishes for Peace being praised and accepted amongst all Clans. Unity really was something to behold. And Elements help whoever would try to screw that up...

Another low grumble made the Earth Master's stomach churn. "Ugh.. Fine." she growled in response, before getting up and fixing her hair by removing all the loose grass that clung to it. Turning around, she caught glimpse of a girl in the distance, a peculiar orange - almost auburn - colour flowing through her hair. If Dante hadn't known any better, she would've wondered what a lone Fire Clan girl was doing lounging around on Earth Territory. But she did know better - her advisors knew many things, and therefore, so did she. The Earth Master had no idea of the girl's true past, only that she was an Earth Elementalist, and that by some circumstance, she transferred from Fire to Earth Territory.

As far as Dante could've told, she didn't seem too harmful; only moments ago had she been mimicking that girl's actions. A rush of curiosity flowed through her, and though her stomach growled, the girl couldn't help but move in. Though the people of the Earth Clan were normally the type to keep to themselves, they were also considered very wise people for the most part. However, one did not grow to become wise if one didn't ask questions. "Greetings, Earth Sister." she smiled with her head to one side. "A productive day, wouldn't you agree..?" Even when initiating conversation, formalities would flow from her like a landslide, and all thanks to Terrence's teachings.


'Friends will come and go, but you're stuck with your Mates forever."
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All of the elements have sources. From the earth itself is the grounding strength of rock and dirt taken. From the sky is drawn the breathe of air, light and passing. From the ocean is the cooling refreshment of water gained. But it is from the sun the fire comes.

The sun. A dichotomy in and of itself. A great mass of fiery consumption and destruction which ultimately pours vitality and life into all it touches. The mountains may crumble and the oceans dry away into nothingness, the air itself becoming coarse to the lungs, but as long as the sun remains there is hope. As long as the Great Fire sits up in the heavens all else will flow from it. The sun is the object of power; stronger than the hills and valleys, more moving than the winds, more adaptive and flowing than the course of the rivers and streams. It is the greatest of all elements.

This was standard Fire Clan teachings. Every child had been taught this in their youth, but Ash doubted it's validity. For so long had the people of the Fire Clan tried to wrest control of that power from one another, and they had gone so far as to try and wage war against the others. Ash was not so dull. She knew that the true power of fire was not in its destructive capabilities, but its regenerative. The old ways were dying, and rightly so. They were the spit of ages and should be left to slum off with the other dying ideas of supremacy and ignorant power-mongering.

There was only one way for true power. And that was unity.

The young Fire Master made her way through the dying embers of evening to a little hovel on the outskirts of the Fire Clan city. Most of the homes were comparatively decorative to the lands of the other clans. Metal was a key component of building materials, and elaborate and ornate features adorned each building, themselves expression of the owner. Pride burned deep within the Fire Clansmen, but Ash had sought to change that. In some ways, the lavishness and excess of the Clan was good for culture, but it had long too far occupied their sole focuses. Programs had been put in place to bring about more communication with the other clans, as well as open border trade policies to initiate more commerce and interaction. Isolationism would be the death of all the clans; this the young black haired woman knew. And she would not allow the Fire Clan to be the cause of it.

It was a simple blacksmith's home, but Ash knew it was the abode of a master. Long before she had been born had this man come to the Fire Clan. Ash knew via some investigations the Everlights had done for her that the man had originally belonged to the Earth Clan, but as for much more she could not know. He had been something of an outcast by the rest of the clan. Always a subject of much speculation by the children and adults alike. Few had ever taken to interaction with him.

Her black cloak flowing behind her, she made her way to the door. By comparison it was entirely out of place from the rest of the city: modest, drab, and slummy even by the outer slum's standards. It was a refreshing to the young master. She stepped up to the door and gave it a knock. "May I come in?"
Edited by Juicesir, June 16, 2011, 4:01 am.
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Atop a small piece of grass covered land that jutted out over the sand, not quite splitting the beach in two and certainly not touching the ocean, a small gathering was taking place. A gathering of perhaps a dozen students arranged in a circle with a length of two arms between neighbours. In the center stood he who was obviously the teacher of this gathering, he who looked terribly unimpressed with the whole affair. The teacher, Cyril the Scholar as he was most commonly known in the clan and beyond, looked to each student one after the other. Most of whom he knew or had taught before, and all of which were far younger and undeveloped than he enjoyed teaching.

“Did you all bring your bowls today, and are they filled with ocean water? Speak now if you haven't.” he stated with authority after giving each a welcoming nod. All but one of them had bowls filled with water in their hands. The one that did not Cyril had taken notice of before. He knew this boy of fourteen years, a trouble-maker and a layabout. The kind of student he hated to have, but had to have by will of the parents.

“I got here late so I've got no water.” the boy said with a most offensive smirk he could muster plastered onto his adolescent face.

“And instead of being slightly more late but prepared you opted waste all our time with your antics, hmm?” Cyril questioned the boy, as he did each lesson. “You have two choices then, you can miss the introduction while you run to get water or you can pull water from the air until you fill your bowl as well as completing the lesson. And you will stay until you complete the lesson.” The boy looked at Cyril and shrugged, the same as always, before strolling down the slope to gather water in his bowl. At the same time Cyril set his own stone bowl filled with water down at his feet.

“For those who attended the last lesson I had you all lift the water completely from the bowl about a foot in the air and then move it back until you could do so without spilling a drop. We call that pulling the source, and if you succeeded in that you should be able pull and replace an entire source of a small size. By doing that you have taken your first steps into mastering the act of pulling.” Cyril lectured before taking a brief pause to look at the various bright eyes and insecure looks in front of him, and then to his sides and behind him. Those with bright eyes were either overconfident or sure of their own abilities, and the insecure ones would surely make up the middle ground in time taken to complete the lesson.

“However, the act of pulling is more than simply taking up the entire source. In all forms of elemental manipulation: earth, air, fire and water, it is necessary that we are able to pull controlled amounts from the source or we become a hazard to both the environment and the people around us. You must always only pull as much as you need in any given situation, that is one of the tenants that allow us to prosper and will allow you to eventually master your element.” he lectured further. A few of the students looked quite bored, others supremely interested. In the distance the layabout had just started to scoop a bit of water out of the ocean, having paused to admire a large seashell.

“Today we will pull only the top half of the water from the bowl that same distance in the air. Since all our bowls are different sizes I will be the judge of whether you have pulled half. Using my example as a guide you will have to add or remove from your orb of water until I tap your shoulder, then you may return the water to the bowl again without spilling a drop. Once you have done it properly three times you have passed the lesson.” he concluded the introduction before regarding the students once more. Some looked supremely overwhelmed by the gravity of the task he was asking of them. Others looked excited to test their abilities. At the same time the layabout was just making his way back up the beach towards the group, looking up at the sky at a flight of seagulls.

Cyril knelt down over his bowl filled with water. He looked down at the water and it began to swirl around as his hand moved over the bowl. Drawing upwards with his hand as one would normally do when getting something out of a bowl he concentrated on each separate particle of water until he had amassed half the bowl under his control. His hand raised slowly and the water flowed out from the bowl into an orb concentrated a small distance beneath his palm. The water particles flowed around and around like a slow stream confined to an invisible globe.

With his globe properly made he let it hang in the air as he got back to his feet. To him the act of pulling such a small amount was almost effortless and that showed. He looked just as he had before, and at the same time the globe hung freely near his knees. He regarded his students once more, “Of course, I don't have any expectations of the flow of the water, but recall that water flows naturally so if you disallow that flow it will fall apart. Let your orbs spin and you will have a much easier time with today's lesson. If you run out of water you may run to the ocean to get some more. Speaking of which, you beat last lesson's time of four minutes thirty by twenty seconds today Christopher.”

The boy sneered and set down his bowl. The rest of the students sat or kneeled in front of their bowls of water, Christopher copied them to a tee up until they started drawing water from the bowls. At which point he simply stared at his bowl confusedly. A number of the students got it rather quickly, pulling very close to half the water on the first go but at the same time many were way off, pulling a third or a quarter, at least half pulling the entire thing. No one was perfect at first, and so Cyril made his way between two of the students and to the outer rim of the circle. He paced around them, looking at each student's orb and judging whether it really was half rather quickly. At the same time his continued to spin in the center of the group. When he came to Christopher who continued to stare blankly he pulled half the water from the boy's bowl and made another perfect orb.

“Half the bowl three times, Christopher. Then you can go home.” he stated before letting all the water settle back into the bowl.

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The grass beneath her grew rigid with her nerves. The more she thought about leaving the comfort of the field about her and her small, but welcoming abode beneath the cliff, the more Raja felt like it was a bad idea and she tried her hardest to convince herself out of the move. Still, it was as if the earth were urging her forward, the once delicate and soothing earth beneath her becoming cold against her denial. Yes, Raja would have to face the past at some point and if any time was best, it was now when the clans were beginning the preparations for the Anniversary that lay ahead. She had heard whispers of a gathering at the valley of Twin Peaks, the largest mountains of New Earth that laid side by side in what appeared to be the same the same demeanor and the same height, equidistant from each clan’s settling. It was said that the two mountains symbolized the relationship between the elements, as well as the humans: equality and balance. People of each clan wanted to find a way back into the past, when these virtues rang loud and wonderful across the new age of elementalists; to remind those who had grown separate that no matter the distance, they were all equal. Peace was the answer, these hopefuls said as they organized the gathering. The group forming such a daring adventure was a mix of higher ups and those who simply could not stand by the isolation that was drawing a wedge between clans. These were the men and women who did not want to watch as children were shunned out of their homes due to their different affinities, did not want to witness the disgrace of the Unknowns, or did not want to lay eyes on shed blood over silly things such as power. Though, Raja was not a fool. She knew there might be those who came simply to observe the enemy. There would be subdued tension at Twin Peaks but she had to risk it; there was the probability that if her mother was still alive that she would be there, without the dominating presence that was her father, Sebastian.

Raja gathered the waves of hair into her hands and brushed the clinging leaves and debris that had formed while she was lying down. It did not bother her that she had to do this each time she came to the field, even if her hair was so thick that it sometimes took hours to get everything out that accumulated. The earth was her friend, and she knew it did not hide in the red strands to mock her, but to be near to her. “Oh, Earth. Why won’t you tell me what to do?” She murmured quietly, her question going unanswered once again. Earth had been her sole companion for over a decade now and still, the Element had yet to speak to her or show signs that would lead Raja in the right direction. It would seem to those with weaker beliefs that the Elements had forsaken the humans since the Pact when, according to legend, the Elements and humans spoke freely to one another and shared the same body. Now, it seemed as if they only occupied the same living space. However, Raja did not believe such slander. Earth would reveal itself to her when it felt proper to do so, and if that were to be on Raja’s deathbed she would accept it’s final “hello” with open, loving arms. No matter the silence that faced her day in and out during her solitude, Raja would keep faith in her element. No more would she ignore the blessing given to her upon birth.

That didn’t mean she pledged allegiance to the Earth clan by any means. She was, at worst, ostracized by the group of Earth brothers and sisters and, at best, given a peculiar look and nothing more. She had not a friend, aquaintance, tutor, student, nor family; that was all well for Raja, since Earth supplied her with all she needed. She was a person born to solitude, destined to it, and she embraced it though interactions were something she always grew curious about and attempted at whenever met by people. Though human bonds were not the same as that of an Element and human, they were equally as important. That was another reason for Raja’s planned travel to Twin Peaks, which would take some time and she would most likely come across the paths of other hopefuls in search of whatever their soul craved, as she did.

Still, when Raja heard the rustle of clothing and the soft movement of grass beneath feet, she couldn’t help but wish away whoever was approaching. Her deep brown eyes, the only mark of her connection to Earth, fell upon a brown-haired female whose features notified Raja of her importance: the female was the Earth Master. Though Raja’s face remained neutral, inside she was fueled with respect for the young woman who’d claimed mastery of Earth. Dante Terraria, was her name if Raja correctly recalled. She had heard many things about the Elementalist, that she had been taken under the wing of the previous, and wonderful, Terrence who Raja had only seen once or twice before he had passed, due to her “late” arrival into the clan. She had heard of Dante’s strength and admired the female for her success. This, though, did not make Raja a close acquaintance of Dante or even cause her to aspire to be close to the leader of the clan.

Raja nodded in acknowledgement of Dante. “Earth sister, it has been quite a productive day indeed, and it has only just begun,” she replied respectfully, a small smile forming on her dark lips as the grass tickled her bare toes. She had no idea whether or not her fellow Earth sister planned to go to Twin Peaks in search of a diplomatic solution to the rising tensions or whether she would host the annual festival here as traditionally done, atop the cliff that housed their community. Either way, Raja had plans to be on her way before dawn of the next day in order to make it to the gathering in time. Though, Earth seemed to want her to leave at a sooner time as the grass began to prick at her toes like little needles, no longer tickling but maybe that was simply Raja’s imagination and conscious telling her to do the proper thing.
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Zane had been giving directions to his people in preparation of the upcoming celebration. Zane had plans to leave later this day and head to the valley of twin peaks and arrive there early. He was wanting to be there before the crowed started to gather that way he could observe everyone who came to the event as they came threw. However the valley was perfect for a ambush and he was not going to make any of his clan members come if they did not wish to, and so he was preparing his clan to have their own celebration. He would love to have one massive gathering of all the clans instead of having separate events, but he knew the way things were that only a select few would come to the gathering and the others would be doing other events at home. After all you will be feasting right next to people that are more less your enemies till they become your friend.

It was no mistake when you hear someone say that just as the elements disagree so would the clans. However it also is true that some of the elements have similarities just as some clans work better together than others. Now with that in mind many things are possible including using that to one's advantage and tricking two clans to fight to avoid one of them attacking your clan. Since they have disagreements that one can use to their own advantage. Among other things and Zane was fully aware of these facts. However he had different plans in mind than one would think. He had plans to make this trip more than just a party for himself but a start of a new century unlike the past one. So while his people were gathering food, drinks, and supplies for their event he had the once who were coming with him gather more to bring to the valley of twin peaks celebration, and then finally when everything was gathered he had people he trusted take command of their air clan's celebration, and if something happens people he trusted to make good calls and protect his people while he was gone. He then went with a very small group of around 10 others with him on the path towards the gathering of the the clans.

They had spent their day gathering the supplies, and now were heading to the valley of twin peaks. It was going to be a long trip there, but Zane and the others were looking forward to this celebration. It was not everyday you get to meet people from all the clans, chat, feast, and party with them after all. Though Zane was looking forward to having a good time and the small chance of coming across the others leaders, since he would love to meet the other leaders, only hearing slight rumors or stories of them but never really meeting them before. However he also was going to observe the other clan members, listen to the things they say, how they act, and gather as much information as possible with how things are at the other clans, and from there he will be able to figure out which of them may be the first to cause war and attack someone, which was the most given and offering help to others, and which were going to just stay isolated and stay out of the other clans all together. However with all this in mind Zane had made sure the 10 other air clan members which were going with him knew to act respectable, not to get drunk and make a scene, and to avoid trouble as much as possible. There was Zane, then 5 man who could fight if trouble did arose, then 3 woman which were very social and would gather info, and two children who had lost their parents and Zane wished to show them a really good time. For now they were traveling. Since they had tents they were use to camping at places they never been before, and they would keep moving till they reach their destination.
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Soren lay on her back, staring aimlessly at the sky above her, trying to wrap her mind around what she should be doing at this point. She had been traveling all day, and should probably be traveling now as well. And yet she didn't get up.
The elemental clan she had been born to was nearby, and though she consciously wasn't trying to, had been avoiding it all day. It would have been great to head home if they hadn't been the ones to throw her out in the first place, even if she was the one who happily left.
She sat up and yawned, pulling bits of grass out of her hair, the long black strands having once again escaped the green ribbon she used to hold it back, it was almost pointless to even try keeping her hair tied since the ribbon hardly did anything to keep dark wisps of hair out of her face. Instead of getting something better Soren had simply grown accustom to re-tying it multiple times during the day.

Blue eyes scanned the green field before her, occasionally she had seen a tree scattered here and there across the flat ground, but right now she was only seeing grass and small plants.
The wind playfully blew across the grassy plane, which did anything but help keep dark strands of hair out of her face.
Sighing she once again tied the black locks back with the same worn out over used pale green ribbon, at one point in time it had been a brightly colored and beautiful strip of cloth but now it was worn and tattered. A few of the strands refused to be bound and remained in her field of vision.

Soren stood up and stretched her arms over her head, sore mussels protesting the movement. Sighing contently once again, she started walking, aimless and directionless. This is how she usually traveled, without a set destination in mind. It didn't matter where she was going, just knowing eventually she would find something interesting was enough.
"So which way shall i head now?" she asked herself, it had become a habit for her to speak aloud to herself since there was no one around to care. Soren didn't like being all alone even if she always was, having other people around was more fun but being a air clan outcast without any elemental power usually made people stray away from her. If it wasn't that it was the fact she never hung around long enough to make any lasting connections with people.
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Even before Awari left the beach, she could tell the Water clan was abuzz with life. While that in and of itself wasn't new, the village seemed busier than usual. People were running around here and there, getting things ready for the Anniversary ahead. An excitement welled up inside her. She couldn't wait.

Along her walk, she spotted a small gathering on a grassy outcrop on the edge of the beach. A group of a dozen or so children was sitting in a neat little circle around a tall, stern-looking man who Awari recognized as Cyril. He looked to be teaching one of his Water-manipulation lessons, and it piqued her interest. She took a few steps toward the group, but something told her to be careful. She didn't want to distract any of the students, or worse, Cyril himself. She had attended two or three of his lessons a few years ago, and she knew personally how hard the man could be on his pupils. But even back then his skill as an Elementalist was evident, and it made his lessons that much more interesting. Even now, she enjoyed watching him bend Water to his will.

As Awari approached, she overheard Cyril mention pulling water from the air. A difficult task for a young child of Water, but easy enough for someone such as herself, especially in this saturated ocean air. With a few waves of her hand, she managed to pull a small orb of water from the air, and with a smile, she let it twirl and spin, moving as if it had a life of its own. Finally, she tossed the orb into the air and allowed it to come down and splash the top of her head. She giggled, slicking her now damp raven-colored forelocks back and out of her face. Now she had found herself a source of amusement. Forming another water orb from the air, this one slightly larger than the first, she broke into a run, spinning the water around her. She danced with her new friend on the way into town, laughing all the way.
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At the rapping coming from his door, Frumasteinn shot awake immediately. His hand grabbed the sheet and pulled it to the side, covering the bottom of the bed, as he stood up.

"There's a person. Why is there a person? I don't need people here, I don't need them today, I need sleep. I need to work. I've got edges to grind today. Screw needs sizing. Too many things."

Frumasteinn muttered angrily to himself as he grabbed the small pot of mead from the nightstand and swung his neck back, the dark, bitter beverage filling his mouth quickly.

Within a half second, Frumasteinn found the pot to be empty again. He'd have to head to the markets again today for more damned food. Before he could begin to complain again, however, Frumasteinn turned to face the door at the sound of a second knock, and the muffled voice of the Fire Master.

"Master Ash? Skita. Can't deal with politics. But must. Damn it all."

Having finished his monologuing, Frumasteinn grabbed the door handle and pulled, revealing the dignified personage of the Fire Master. Frumasteinn nodded and raises his arm to his chest in the traditional salute of the Fire Clan.

"Good afternoon, Master Ash. Pleasure to see you around these parts of town. Not often we see many from the city core. Anything you've come to see this smith about? Repairs, I suppose?"
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Zane was traveling with his small group of ten, five of which were guys who could help out and fight if needed, and three were women who could talk with people they meet and gain info, and then the two kids Zane brought along with them to give the kids something to smile about going on a private trip away from the clan and all. However on their way towards the valley of twin peaks, Zane spotted a person who had their face covered. The person was walking, and from what he could tell it was a woman.

There was not many who travel by their self and usually when someone is they are a outcast, someone thrown from a clan. Since even if someone travels they usually have someone with them if they are a part of a clan. Hiding her face, and covering only made this one look suspicious. Zane had not left his clan that long ago and so someone near by that was suspicious was enough reason for him to stop the group and head towards this person.

Zane had his faithful pole on his back, and had his hood down. He stood at six feet tall, but appeared weak due to his small body though that was not the case, that was how it appeared. He wore a black robe, but had his hood off revealing his thick spiky white hair, and his golden eyes. His footsteps did not make any sounds so it might freak out this person, but he was ready to protect his self and his clan if needed. His robe was closed, and did not reveal his body or his other clothes. But he had a black t-shirt, and pants underneaths, and he did where black shoes.

He approached this person, and kindly said "Would you like to join us on our trip to the celebration that is taking place in a couple days? All the clans are gathering so it might be fun for you" as he attempted to get this person to join them, and bring them away from his clan's main camp. He would watch this person, travel with them, and he did not realize it was a person from his past just yet, not till he sees their face at the very least. But he would learn more about them on their travel, and would find out. He was prepare to fight them if they refused to come with him, since he could not risk them doing harm to his clan that is near by when for all he knows this person might be strong enough to do real damage while he is gone.
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Soren could dimly hear the footsteps of others near by, she didn't stop nor turn toward them, just kept on going. When the footsteps ceased suddenly she paid it no mind, however when one of them spoke to her she jumped letting out a surprised shriek before turning and backing away.
She hadn't herd his approach and she was normally good at noticing things. Taking a second to calm down, realizing there wasn't any danger she curiously looked him over. He was taller than her by at least five inches, so in order to see his face she had to look upward. He was going on about some sort of celebration.
"Us? Who's us?" Soren asked, looking beyond him and saw a small group. "oh that us, so this one must be a clan head or something" she muttered quietly to herself, turning her blue gaze back on him. A clan huh, what bad luck to come across one of them. She liked to be around other people, but traveling with a clan was not something she was likely to enjoy.
Of course for all she knew he was a nobody from nowhere, traveling with that small little group of his.

Soren reached up, intending to pull her hood down to see his face more clearly but hesitated. That little mark on her forehead, if she pulled her hood down he would be able to see it.
abandoning that idea and keeping her hood up and covering her face she asked; "Why would you want me to come? I'm not part of you're clan, besides, you don't know anything about me. Inviting a stranger to such an important event doesn't seem very smart of you"
She stopped to think about it for a moment, which she often didn't do before making a decision. Then again, a festival would probably be kinda fun, and interesting. Plus there would no doubt be valuable objects there...
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The young fire master, in a move uncharacteristic of the entire prior hierarchy and cultural history of her clan, returned the salute. Fire Masters were never required to do so; a mere nod would suffice and they could even feel free to not even acknowledge it. In returning the motion, she hoped she would foster a greater understanding with her people, in addition to setting this obviously agitated old man at ease. "I need your help."

She swept into the man's home. Tools, creations, all sorts of objects hung from upon the wall. It was certainly a spartan situation, much different from the opulent interiors of the higher class Fire Clan homes she was accustomed to having to frequent. It was as refreshing and calming as she thought it would be, and she was taken back to her times in exile. But nostalgia could wait. After looking all about the walls she turned to face the man again. Frumasteinn, the Earth Clan exile. This much she knew. Being the leader of arguably the most powerful and wealthy clan, she had to know. It was her business. This man was powerfully built, and while not necessarily in his prime, she could tell that he had the Path of Fire set in his eyes. His was a deep road, and she assumed it was due to his Earth heritage that this was so.

Good. That strength was necessary. Especially for what she needed.

"I need an escort. To the celebrations at Twin Peaks. And I am prepared to promote you in rank and station if you comply and are able to execute the duties I assign. A bigger forge, access to the finest materials available from our merchants, and an ancillary position as part of the Everlights." She spoke quickly but not with haste. If they were to get to the peaks soon they would need to leave quickly. And Ash still had some work to do of her own. "So," she said, her simple face plain of expression, "what do you say?"
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Dante returned the smile as she received a respectful reply. While she appreciated the respect, it was equally appreciated that she wasn’t treated like royalty or some sort of important, spoilt, bossy brat who got whatever she wanted and expected people to bow to her. Equality was very nice for a change – her advisors and bodyguards treated her like she had the meaning of life stored within her body. Despite the fact that those of the Earth Clan considered each other equal on every stage, her closest followers really didn’t know how to keep themselves from making her feel like she was made of porcelain. Dante really despised knowing that some people saw her as fragile and unable – she knew for a fact that she was anything but. Her family were witnesses firsthand to that little detail a long time ago...

Regardless, the Earth Master turned her attention back to the present and shoved all thoughts of the past to the back of her mind with a great amount of mental force – a force that was not so dissimilar to the one she used when training. “No, it’s not over... not just yet.” She grinned, looking up at the sky blissfully. And as if on cue, her stomach growled once more; though slightly louder this time. The pain of hunger making its presence known once again, Dante cursed the organ and its functions. “Damn this infernal stomach of mine. Can’t go more than 8 hours without food... it sucks so much – very inconvenient.” The girl had always eaten a lot less than everyone else – having only one or two meals a day at the very most, and they weren’t even big meals.

Of course, this kind of statement would’ve come across as slightly odd to a complete stranger. Expecting an odd stare, she was already off with some sort of explanation. “You may know a couple things about me as The Earth Master, but I wouldn’t expect you to understand...” she chuckled sweetly, her tone soft and velvety. “You see, I was born with ageusia; that means I don’t have a sense of taste. It also means I never really saw the appeal in eating, or the idea of food being digested in order for us to survive. Don’t get me wrong, I get the biology behind it all. It’s just... eating isn’t fun for me like it is for everyone else, y’know..? Well, as far as eating goes as ‘fun’...” Another laugh broke through her lips before she was silenced by another growl. Dante was really getting sick of feeling like her stomach was ruling her.

“Fine... we’re getting something to eat now.” she grumbled.

And then, a thought manifested in her mind. As much as she hated eating, depending on the person, at least she could have someone to talk to on the way to get something and whilst performing such a chore. Besides, there was something about this girl that intrigued Dante and had her mind filtering questions to the forefront of her train of thought. “Earth Sister, would you like to accompany me to lunch in my living quarters? I understand if you’d like to decline, you are one of the People of the Earth Clan after all – I know all about how our People like to keep to themselves; I’m normally one of them. But on my afternoon off, anyone who isn’t my Advisor or Bodyguard is more than welcome to join me for lunch.” Another smile flashed across her face as she pushed her hair out of the face as quickly as the wind had pushed it on.
“What say you?”

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Zane watched as the woman freaked out, moved back some, and calmed down as she realize she was not being attacked. She then looked him over, and then she said something about it not being wise to invite a stranger to such a important event. Then revealed her face, and asked what made him sure she was not dangerous.

He simply 'let' him self laugh, and said "I planned on inviting a total stranger to a event which anyone is allow to come to, with so many leaders and element users from across the land gather there it be hard to pull something off like hurt us, and I would rather take you with us than leave you back here near our main camp, since I am aware of the leaders, and I know one person is capable of doing a lot of damage. I was going to knock you out and take you by force if you refused. Most of the air clan is staying behind and preparing their own event, like many others from the other clans will. Me, and these 10 others are heading to the event which we put our differences a side and meet with the other clans and have a celebration for the new year, and the new century. "

As the five man back there were going over the supplies, while the three woman were dealing with the two kids. While Zane had stop speaking and now was looking the woman over, and then he said "I did not expect the stranger to turn out to be Cecilia though. Your older so it is hard to tell, but you remind me of her, she was a air clan member who left the village some years back. I am glad to see your still doing alright though. I went so far as to defend you when others were making a big deal over you not having a element ability, and eventually I became Master of the Air Clan, if you would had stayed I would had took care of it for you. But the past is the past, however I am the master of the air clan, and I am willing to allow you back to the village if you wish. I am sure your be able to find a mate at the village with how you grown into such a fine woman, and settle down after all these years of being alone"

He then turn around and said "Even if you wish to take more time to think about it, a least come with us on our trip to the Valley of the Twin Peaks, and have a good time. On the way back we will let you choice to come back or let you go. Sound Good? Free food, drinks, entertainment, and all sorts of wonders will be at the festival" and on the off chance that he is getting this woman mixed up with someone else, since it is hard to tell after all these years if it really is her or not, he might had turn around but he was listening and being careful not to get hit in the back by this woman.
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Ageusia was not exactly a word one heard often so, when it was mentioned, it took Raja by surprise to say the least. Her eyebrows perked up slightly at the word and the explanation that followed, her face otherwise unmoved except for a heightened focus in her eyes. Now, this Earth Master was quite intriguing, enough so to keep Raja’s attention for longer time than usual. As if she didn’t have enough questions for the leader of the Earth clan, now Raja was curious as to how eating would be like without taste. It sounded miserable and a tinge of sympathy was drawn from Raja as she listened to the woman explain how the peculiar ailment affected Dante’s outlook on every meal. It wasn’t tragic, or humorous, but very interesting. Though, however interesting she was, Raja was still somewhat relieved that the Elementalist would have to leave soon in order to silence her complaining stomach; company was only company for a certain span of time, then it just became a distraction.

Then, came the invite Raja had not been expecting. Full of surprises this one was, Raja noted to herself Dante’s words echoed through the redheaded woman’s head, simmering and sinking in slowly; the concept of an invite from a fellow Earth member was unusual and took time to digest and so it grew quiet. Raja glanced down from Dante and sought for an answer in the grass, as if it would flatten itself into the shape of letters: “G-O” or “N-O”. Neither came, as per usual. Instead, the not-so social butterfly weighed the pros and cons, in a quick manner within her head; She could go with Dante and find out more about the intriguing character but lose time with her element and run the risk of being judged by the eyes of others, or she could stay in the field with Earth but lose the experience of dining with Earth’s leader. It was then that her stomach decided to chime in with it’s two cents-worth of a growl. The jury was in.

“As much as a bore eating must be,” Raja started slowly, words developing and then reforming as she tried to say this in a humorous manner, “I hope to make it a little more enticing.” That was her form of a “yes”, her voice unwavering while a small, delicately placed smile arose from her otherwise unreadable face. Dante, most likely, had Raja’s stomach to thank for the uncommon agreement to extending one’s chat with the redhead. Usually, such invites (though they were few and far in between) were declined in a heartbeat, followed by the excuse that Raja was committed fully to the art of her element, and thus could not be distracted for too long from the goal at hand. This is how she had lost her few, rare prospects for a mate though they should have known better from the beginning, since she’d proclaimed a life of solitude almost the moment she arrived at the Earth clan. And those who had proposed such meetings or simply wanted conversation during her time in the Fire clan had found themselves looking elsewhere for companionship. Oh, yes. To say Raja had yet to blossom from her social cocoon was spot on.

Raja stood up, brushing her emerald colored tunic clean of the small pieces of grass and dirt that clung to her affectionately. The tunic left much to the imagination, covering her from the collarbone, to her wrists, and to her ankles. She stood barefoot, without a piece of jewelry on her except for a small pouch she kept tied around her neck, and in which she kept a good proportion of Earth inside for safe keeping, close and dear to her heart. As usual, she made sure it was secure in the back before moving closer to Dante, her new acquaintance; long red hair flowed down to where one would suspect her hips were if not for the tunic’s game of hide and seek. “Shall we?” Raja spoke again, a record for the day, and her brown eyes glanced towards the cliff where the homes of the Earth clan resided beneath.

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Salt caressed her skin as the tide washed up around Brooke’s feet; small splashes of the blue ocean spraying her legs. It was a welcomed and cooling experience, Brooke smiling to herself as Water teased her; the tide swayed away from her in its ever-graceful way; this way had always inspired her dancing, a rough sketch of choreography coming to mind as she watched the ocean do its own dance during the day. The sun shown over the playful mass of water, reflecting its surface as millions upon millions of diamonds; the ocean glistened beautifully as always. The tide came in again and Brooke wiggled her toes, sinking them deep into the sand as water draped over her, up until mid-calf. Then, as the tide snuck away once again, she finally bid goodbye to her muse, lowering the skirts she had held up to keep from becoming drenched, and left the beach to head into her clan’s cluster of homes.

All the while, thoughts pranced around in Brooke’s head, along with the forming dance routine she would perform at Twin Peaks. She was looking forward to it; excitement oozed from every pore. The gathering had been her baby, so to speak, since its creation and she had been one of the main collaborators in the event, arranging performances from those of whom from her clan that would be going and also trying to create a welcoming feel to it’s festivities. Diplomacy was her key goal when it came to Twin Peaks, and to the Anniversary as a whole so hopefully her goal would be met in a few days time. If not, well, Brooke still had hope for next year- and the next, and the next, and the next. She was a strong-willed woman and nothing was going to deter her from succeeding in what she believed to be the main characteristic of water: peacekeeping. Heck, that seemed to be the rule for the Elements as a whole, or so that was what Brooke thought when she listened to the stories of the Pact. How could everyone have forgotten the wish of the Elements?

Brooke sighed, brushing back a few strands of her dark brown waves from her face as the wind stirred restlessly. All the Elements were simply thrilled about the upcoming festivities; it was either that or they were nervous. Still, it wasn’t in Brooke’s place, even as the Water Master, to establish how the elemental spirits were feeling. Instead, she embraced the fact that they were creating an atmosphere of anticipation that everyone could feel, deep in their bones. As her eyes scanned her clan, she could see exactly that: People who she knew to be coming with her to Twin Peaks were gathering items and conversing with one another about what was to come of the gathering, either with smiles or worried looks. Cyril the Scholar, or the Stern depending on who was speaking of him, was holding another class with a handful of children who looked both eager to please, determined, and slightly peeved by their developing abilities. Brooke couldn’t help but smile, her lips twitching upward as child after child attempted to do as their instructor had asked, some succeeding and some not so much. He was a great teacher, no one could argue that, and she was certain that his pupils would at some point connect fully with Water. She admired his talent, even admitting that his was most likely a stronger act than her own just in craftsmanship alone, but had put off from asking him if he would mind joining her in the “voyage” to Twin Peaks due to his commitment to his work. Still, she would have to do it at some point though now was not exactly the right time to do so since he was in the middle of a class.

Brooke glanced over at him, hoping to make eye contact with her fellow Water member, and gave a gracious nod of acknowledgement though her eyes signaled the fact that she desired to speak to him whenever possible. It was at that moment that a lively little creature sped past like a jet stream. Brooke’s eyes followed the female and sparked with interest at the girl’s livelihood. “Well, don’t have too much fun or you’ll make us all jealous,” Brooke comment, laughing briefly before running a hand through her hair as she tried to recognize the girl from her brief encounter. The face looked familiar but she couldn’t put her finger on it exactly, though the thought of the girl being a painter did float about in her brain. “Note to self: ask her if she’s going to Twin Peaks,” she spoke, knowing very well that such energy would be welcomed at the gathering, where tension may occur, though Brooke hoped it wouldn’t.
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Deserts gave way to plains that extended to the edge of the grassy plateaus and cliffs which finally gave way to gently sloping hills and beaches. All of this Circey had explored in search of a solution. Some would see it as a fruitless effort, but Circey had found herself and became more intune with her element. For years she had wondered the world as a lone traveler searching for hidden truths and long forgotten histories. She had learned much abou the human race before the Elementals, about how they had changed the landscape building great stone and metal cities to live in. How they had depleted Mother Nature of her gift and poisoned her with man made poisons. They had become and infestation to the Mother that had given them life. They ravaged her body for their own needs with never a thought for consequences. The Mother had been dying her body had become an inhospitable place to live and the humans had wrought their own destruction. Why had the Elements intervened though. They could have let the humans perish but instead a pact was made and the Mother was made whole, but was that really the truth of things? Perhaps the Elements acted out of rage toward the humans and seen the pact as a way to destroy the humans. Maybe that was the real truth or maybe not. These were the things that Circey set forth to uncover. If she could but devine the true nature of the pact maybe she could prevent the on coming war. There had to have been an ulterior motive to the Elements giving the humans power then just survival.

Circey had left the Earth's territory a day and a half ago. She had passed through quickly and quietly without notice of the Earth clan. Her home of the Air clan was were she currently was. It had been close to a decade since she had stepped foot her and it wouldn't surprise her if her clan thought she were dead. That was not her destination though she was headed to Twin Peaks in hopes of intervening in a possible war. Coming out of the forest and onto the road she seen a group of what appeared to be a group from the Air clan perhaps they were heading to Twin Peaks as well. Noting two further up the road she approached the group of ten. "Greetings may I ask who is leading your journey?" She addressed herself to one of the men who appeared to be the oldest in the group. Her hood was pulled up so it was doubtful that they would recognize her if they even remembered her.
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Some minutes, fifteen at best guess, passed before the first student succeeded in making an orb of the appropriate size. It was a disappointing time as there was usually at least one natural who could manage in five minutes or less. None of the students today were even close to that level of expertise though. To which Cyril made a mental note to lessen the learning curve from this lesson to the next. While stern in tongue he was not harsh beyond belief and would rather the students develop properly and quickly. In doing that he was ensuring a strong flock of water manipulators which increased the likelihood that he would discover something that he did not already know about the ways in which the elements worked. Of course if you asked anyone in the clan there was nothing he did not know, false as it may be.

Quickening his pace, he made his way over to the student who could at any moment become distrusting of her amount and add or remove some water and tapped her on the shoulder. She looked back at Cyril and nodded excitedly. She was obviously a regular in that she knew not to talk in order to not break the concentration of the other students. Cyril nodded back and observed as the girl let the water settle back into the bowl. After taking in a deep breath the girl started working the water into another orb of equal size. It would certainly be easier to judge the second time, but at the same time students this underdeveloped grew intensely tired with the smallest effort. It was both a test of skill and endurance to form three orbs. The other eleven students varied between close, on the right track and just plain awful.

“Perhaps it would have been more sensible to teach them about volumes of liquid and judging the size of an object first,” Cyril mused, “No, that would be counter intuitive.”

As he returned to his slow pace around the group his eyes passed over each orb in unison once again. At the same time his mind drifted off to where it normally did, the secrets of the elements. There were so many questions to answer. Questions about the spirits, the ways in which the clans manifest their elements and control them, how the elements were born into this world and most importantly the potential for elemental translation, the idea that one who manifests a single element could possibly manifest the others. That is what he was most interested in these days.

“Surely as a people who learn by experience primarily, if we were to experience the other elements in larger quantities we would eventually garner the knowledge to do the same with fire, or air, or earth as we do with water.” he thought to himself, “Thus far the clans have remained so isolated that that is outside the realms of possibility, however. So how do I obtain the optimal situation?”

Cyril's focus on his own goals was broken as a young girl went dancing past with an orb of water not unlike the ones he had asked his students to form today. He recognized the girl from previous lessons and being how good he was with names he recalled her introducing herself to the group as Awari. The one who often painted by the shore. While that was not uncommon among the clan she seemed to partake in that hobby more than anyone else. Cyril had no interest in such things but as long as it kept the youth out of his hair he could not complain.

His eyes followed the girl as she sped into the bustling seaside town that much of the clan called home. Out of all the people in town she probably had the most energy, and that was a big deal considering how excited everyone was about the coming Anniversary. These days it was just one distraction after another with how busy people were. Cyril was no exception to that, people had been asking him to help day in and day out and he did so begrudgingly. It was no question that he was one of the most talented of the clan and so they relied on him for helping to create ornate liquid displays.

Fountains and the like were always created for the Anniversary as far back as he remembered. Many of the preparers could dream up the most complicated displays that relied on the water flowing in and number of odd shapes. They could imagine and maintain these designs with their own abilities but they certainly could not design them. That is when they called on people like Cyril, people who understood the flow of water and how to twist and counteract it. Many came to the level of expertise where they could bend water, where they could pull huge amounts at once, where they could design simple things. In fact, much of the clan was at this level. And really there was no need for most of them to go further with their art. But experts like Cyril could do so much more and that is why he was constantly distracted.

As it had been par for the course this week yet another small distraction crept in behind the dancing girl. This one, however, demanded attention. As he was making another round around the students the Elemental Master of the clan who had evidently been visiting the beach caught his shifting gaze. She gave him her acknowledgement and he responded in kind with a nod of his own. This woman of close to his age, Brooke, was surprisingly the oldest Master at age twenty six. The fact that for the most part the Masters were all basically children or very young adults had always bothered him. Should the world really be entrusting itself to such young people? Yet at the same time, he could not judge terribly harshly as he was no old man himself.

The young Master and his eyes met briefly, giving him slight pause, and she gave him a meaningful look. A look he had seen before that was most often shared between Master and Advisor. A look that meant she wished to speak with him some time later. He gave Brooke a slight nod and continued on his path around the students. That was all that really needed to be shared between them for now. They would meet later to discuss what she wished. A distraction that was not so unwelcome. Brooke was like water, really, she was the epitome of what the clan wanted in a Master just like her mother had been. Such a person did not bother him incessantly just because he was an Advisor, rather she let him do as he pleased. Because of that the few meetings she did ask for were acceptable in his eyes.

At the same time as he had been drifting in and out of thought a number of students had succeeded for the first time and in turn he tapped them on the shoulder. The girl from before completed her second orb and was thrilled when Cyril gave her a second tap. The layabout on the other hand was struggling to bring enough water up. Cyril knew that the boy would not complete the task but the fact that he was even trying was an improvement from the last lesson when he became distracted by seagulls, a hermit crab that had crawled up to the grass and a number of insects. Still unacceptably pitiful in his eyes, but an improvement nonetheless.
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Awari was having entirely too much fun with her orb of water. She knew that. But fueled by excitement for the coming Anniversary, among other things, she couldn't bring herself to calm down.

As she danced, she passed a familiar face. She paused a quick moment to see who it was, and sure enough, it was the Element Master herself. Awari waved eagerly, and then continued on her way, making sure her little orb of water never lost a drop.

In town, she found herself having to dodge people in her dance. Now it wasn't fun anymore, mainly because she had to actually watch where she was going. Her pace slowed, but she didn't want to lose her water orb just yet, so she kept it spinning around her arm. "Hmmm, where to first?" Awari asked herself, almost expecting someone to answer. Sapphire eyes scanned her immediate area. Many of the people in the area were doing just as she was right now - manipulating water. But these people were trying to bend it into strange shapes, just as they tended to do every year. It was a tradition for the Water clan to bring intricate fountains such as these to the Anniversary, just as the other clans tended to bring Elemental performances of their own.

Such a thought made the girl all the more excited. What sort of shows would she see this year?
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Frumasteinn looked the young Master dead in the eyes for a few seconds. He could never read people's faces, admittedly, but damn him if he didn't try. She seemed sincere enough. But her terms were ridiculous. He couldn't take money, or a promotion, or a new house. This was Frumasteinn's house. It wasn't a very pretty house, admittedly, but it was strong, despite its worn appearance. He couldn't leave it behind.

"If you don't mind, Fire Master, I cannot take those terms. To be quite frank, our merchants are fools. Their materials are refined far too briefly, in order to push them onto the market. A larger forge would force me to take assistants, which I cannot accept in good will, because I would mistreat them. And I cannot take a promotion, because it would bind me to yourself, which I find abhorrent to the secrecy I demand of myself and my projects."

Silence rung for a moment as Frumasteinn let the words sink in. He needed her to know that despite her social position, he was her equal. He could haggle as well as any, and this was his chance to pass a small number of his steps to completing his project.

"What I do ask, in exchange for this favour, is your guarantee, as Fire Master, of the absolute privacy of my workshop. For a second part, I request that you recommend a man of learning to which I could speak to confidentially of a number of questions of natural theory. Finally, I request that, upon the completion of my current project, I receive a guaranteed audience with yourself to demonstrate its use for our clan. Do these terms agree with you, Master Ash?"

Frumasteinn kept an eye trained on Ash for any possible body language. So far, the Master's cloak kept any potential signs hidden, but there was always the chance. Frumasteinn was concerned about this journey, though. Something might go wrong. Tensions between the clans had always been a problem, especially between the Fire Clan and the rest. On the other hand, he might make some useful contacts. So, he thought, he might as well go. Some of his more basic ideas may prove useful in impressing the other clans, or in protecting the Fire Clan on the journey.
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So they were of the same mind. The dark-clad Fire Master showed no other acknowledgments of this than to allow a slit lift at the ends of her lips. She was an expert in facial control. The perfect poker face. But she allowed this indulgence. The bluff had been necessary, but it got him to open up and say what he really would like. She had not expected him to be so swayed by such things as station. Here was a man concerned only with himself and his work. Such things as society did not matter for him. Which is what made him so necessary.

"Please, call me Ash. And yes they do. Now, we must be on our way." She was not one to waste time. As her mind raced, she was reminded constantly of that which she still had left to accomplish. A new world was brimming just across the horizon, and she was not yet ready for the dawn of it. But this was a good first step, a solid advance. "Gather your things if you would kindly. We haven't time to waste." Still more stops to make, and the cunning Master was not want of wait. Such fluff and feelings were filling the time with things that were not goals. She wasn't agitated by this, though. Merely put off. She needed to not be late with all of this.

And who knows? Perhaps this invention of his would gain more favor for the Clan? Who knows what sort of wonders this man could work. It would be necessary to have him as a close ally.
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So then, this was the air clan? Not only had she been unlucky enough to run into a clan it just so happened to be her own. She hadn't seen or even thought about them in a long time, it was kinda strange to suddenly be talking to what looked like the new leader.
"Anyone? Dose that include powerless outcasts?" the question was directed more toward herself rather than him. Somehow she just didn't think anyone would like to see her there.
Soren titled her head to one side. "Cecilia?" the name was oddly familiar, then again if this Cecilia person was an air clan girl, maybe it had been someone she knew a long time ago? She would have never considered it to be her own name. She smiled "You must have mistaken me for someone else, my name is Soren"

Normally, she would have never put this much thought into a decision, she would have decided right away. But considering it involved the clan she had been kicked out of, it was just slightly more complicated. At least that's what she thought.
Finally getting bored of weighing pro's and con's she shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. "Though I suppose I could travel with you, so long as you don't mind having a girl who can't bend elements with you. Gatherings like this are fun right?" she added hastily, it seemed like they would be, so long as they didn't try to kick her out. Besides, just seconds ago she had been wishing for some company and when the air clan suddenly shows up and asks her to tag along, she saw no reason not to join, well that is if they didn't mind her lack of ability. Posted Image

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