Taelesol of Kenterra

[SaarahWolffe]

The city of Lurelin was a place of much history. It grew from the village that the first Taelesol had been found -- a man from another world, the stories said, the first to tap into the divine weave -- and had been consecrated since the beginning years of the invasion. It is said that the grand tree which grows at the center of the city sprouted from where the First's sword plunged into the ground. The Forge was found beneath the World Tree. Every year, many hopefuls flock to the city center to offer their hearts to the Forge in hopes of being granted a Regios -- powered battlesuits made custom for each unique Taelesol, each chosen by the Forge and each granted a Regios of their own. The methods of the Forge are still unknown, but it is common knowledge that it is in some way alive.

This year, there had been a great turnout, as usual, and so too was a number of them found worthy. The vast majority left home with nothing changing. But for those who became Taelesol, they would become celebrities nigh-instantly. Indeed, any new Taelesol would find themselves inundated with requests from the various guilds that dotted Kenterra's landscape, hoping to bolster their ranks against the monsters and dungeons that popped up throughout the land.

But before any decisions were made, Lurelin threw a massive festival on the night after the Offering. The day also marked the arrival of the first Taelesol, a fact that many knew, but some still saw it as only legend. Drinks and food were abundant, festival games and aethertech shows were scattered around, and every citizen and visitor was welcome to join.

Ririn herself was a native, the youngest and runt of a litter of five. She lived in Lurelin all her life, rarely travelling away from her quiet suburb. And yet, she had finally worked up the courage to join the Offering, and she had been given her own Regios! And now she knew her life was going to change dramatically. Very dramatically.

For her part, at the moment she was idling away from the loud, boisterous crowds. She leaned back against a wall, petting her pandrylyr companion -- a large canine creature with feathered wings and horns. They were used often as mounts and battle companions, beasts of burden and the like. Alongside the Ridelings, Pandrylyr were one of the most common working animals around.

There was just a lot going on for Ririn. Perhaps she needed a little push to join in the festivities...

 

[Red-Scarlet]

Derra, meanwhile, was flexing her right arm. The rough prosthetic she had had before was gone, replaced with a blue-tinted Aether limb. "Well shit," she muttered to herself. "Maybe this was worth it." A few children, temporarily out of their parents' view, ran by, one of them pausing to stare.

"Your arm is cool, miss!" she told Derra.

The woman looked down at the kid. So innocent. So carefree. So pure and unbothered by all the shit of the world. Derra hadn't met anyone like that in quite some time. Before she could formulate a response, one of the kid's friends dragged her away. "Yeah... It is pretty cool," Derra said to herself. She extricated herself from the crowd, her appetite for interaction of the party variety gone. She found someone leaning against the wall-a short woman, with Hirde ears and Aer horns.

She leaned next to the woman, her own small stature none too impressive on first glance.

 

[wiki234]

The festival….again…..Alekirser would come out to see it and leave again with the obvious disappointment as everyone had but at least not to him anymore now that his body felt alot different than before but not knowing how yet as his jacket flowed and his mask covered only up to his mouth for a moment before pulling it up to hide his face into one of dark skin and six red eyes as he walked.

This face and outfit would be able to make him unknown for a time as he walked through the crowds in ignorance waiting for a purpose and at least some way of walking a new path he was given.