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concordance_logs2015-01-17 04:57 pm
blessedsaint) wrote in concordance_logs2015-01-17 04:57 pm
Entry tags:
[Closed to Vayne]
Characters: Vayne Solidor, Ultima/Ajora
Where: Ruins of the Sky Fortress Bahamut, Dalmasca
When: Just before break of dawn, 17 Plumfrost*, 710 Old Valendian
What: Returning an Emperor to the site of his fall.
Warnings: Ultima should be warning enough. Vayne might be one too.
*Plumfrost = January
Outside the Royal City of Rabanastre rests the hulking ruin of the Sky Fortress Bahamut. Even in the dead of night, the monstrosity of Archadian technology casts a heavy and dread shadow over the city. Never shall she be truly free of the Empire, for it has left a firm reminder in its wake. One that cannot be blotted out by sheer determination, nor turning a blind eye. The people see it as a monument, and as a reminder.
Within, there is naught of light. That which once powered the Bahamut has long since been drained away. It is not, however, the lack of mist that keeps away any illumination. The once proud superweapon of Archades is a crypt. Hundreds of bodies were never recovered from the collapsed sections of the sky fortress after it fell, soldiers and crew with the misfortune to be denied escape. Over the years, the remains have decayed in the dark, a final resting place for many. The dank, ripe smell of death lingers in the air.
In the deepest bowels of this titanic tomb, stands a lone figure clad in black. He is but a vessel for the true presence, she who is greater, who rose in rebellion against the gods. Submitting to her will, he relinquishes his physical body for her manifestation.
Light bursts in the darkness as the High Seraph comes forth, with wings of gold and red shimmering against the black and shadow. Her brilliance blots out all vision, save her own sight, though none alive are present. Once again, she moves against the gods, raising her defiance high and stealing away one given into the hands of death. The holy scion plunges deep into the nether and grasps hold of her next chosen. One whose resurrection will serve her purposes in this next life. That they have both defied the gods is a shared bond, one which gives her immense pleasure to return to Ivalice. Where his lapdog will cause strife by mere existence, this man has the strength of will to contend with gods.
On the cold metal floor, the blood seraph's work is made flesh. His spirit hovers over the ground as she knits together a physical form to hold it. A simple Hume body, no longer filled with a mortal's rebellious creation, nor glutted with a rouge Occuria. Just that of a young emperor, a third son of a dead ruler. Releasing a burst of holy power, she integrates the spirit with the body, waiting for his first breath.
"No longer shall the gods drive the course of history."
Where: Ruins of the Sky Fortress Bahamut, Dalmasca
When: Just before break of dawn, 17 Plumfrost*, 710 Old Valendian
What: Returning an Emperor to the site of his fall.
Warnings: Ultima should be warning enough. Vayne might be one too.
*Plumfrost = January
Outside the Royal City of Rabanastre rests the hulking ruin of the Sky Fortress Bahamut. Even in the dead of night, the monstrosity of Archadian technology casts a heavy and dread shadow over the city. Never shall she be truly free of the Empire, for it has left a firm reminder in its wake. One that cannot be blotted out by sheer determination, nor turning a blind eye. The people see it as a monument, and as a reminder.
Within, there is naught of light. That which once powered the Bahamut has long since been drained away. It is not, however, the lack of mist that keeps away any illumination. The once proud superweapon of Archades is a crypt. Hundreds of bodies were never recovered from the collapsed sections of the sky fortress after it fell, soldiers and crew with the misfortune to be denied escape. Over the years, the remains have decayed in the dark, a final resting place for many. The dank, ripe smell of death lingers in the air.
In the deepest bowels of this titanic tomb, stands a lone figure clad in black. He is but a vessel for the true presence, she who is greater, who rose in rebellion against the gods. Submitting to her will, he relinquishes his physical body for her manifestation.
Light bursts in the darkness as the High Seraph comes forth, with wings of gold and red shimmering against the black and shadow. Her brilliance blots out all vision, save her own sight, though none alive are present. Once again, she moves against the gods, raising her defiance high and stealing away one given into the hands of death. The holy scion plunges deep into the nether and grasps hold of her next chosen. One whose resurrection will serve her purposes in this next life. That they have both defied the gods is a shared bond, one which gives her immense pleasure to return to Ivalice. Where his lapdog will cause strife by mere existence, this man has the strength of will to contend with gods.
On the cold metal floor, the blood seraph's work is made flesh. His spirit hovers over the ground as she knits together a physical form to hold it. A simple Hume body, no longer filled with a mortal's rebellious creation, nor glutted with a rouge Occuria. Just that of a young emperor, a third son of a dead ruler. Releasing a burst of holy power, she integrates the spirit with the body, waiting for his first breath.
"No longer shall the gods drive the course of history."