The Resurgence of Dravidian, Returning Home
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Post by sorsha on Nov 26, 2018 8:57:31 GMT -8
Dravidian, A word, a name, a presence woven into the history of the land that was Tyran. In the beginning pages, within the first tomes of the written word that began by the watchers and the keepers of recordings would be scribed this name. Was it a race of women warriors, A clan, a Matriarchy, or a surname... in truth it was all. It had been linked to many a battle, a war, many a death, political intrigue and diplomacy, a marriage of one of the origin gods and even long, long ago the crown.
In the lifetimes that had come and gone, the many revolutions the land had known, the Estate Dravidi had endured though covered in snow and time beyond measure, enveloped by thick evergreens and overgrown vegetation. The lands had continued, the settlement had quietly thrived, though they had fallen silent for some time... but silence and faded, failing memories and true death were not one in the same and so it was for The Dravidian Monarchy. Each return a new beginning in an old book... a new page written and old pages reread as relevancy was either recorded or stripped from the events of the past.
Relevancy, a funny thing as history too often held humor and variations... they both in the eye of the judge and jury and each absence might claim that for the view of others in theory. Memory was a strange thing as was history, some things were simply left out or rewritten and without their active presence who was to say what was known or lost of the Dravidian with each departure and resurgence... For some this meant everything, being seen and present to control what was recorded, but to others that a thing happened and that it was or was not recalled seemed to matter little.... Dravidian cared not for what was recorded for they were never meant as scribes, they were never meant to record for relevancy or to make history though anyone who had studied the origin of the world would have some knowledge of the name....
The reasons for the measures of silence were never known some a blink of an eye and others a lifetime passing...all never explained though speculations abounded on the matter. The way in which they were able to come from darkness each time too would be only theory but were anyone to know their origin it was not so difficult an act. For Tyran they would always resurface as if a phoenix rising from the ash or a presence from shadow, and so it was on this day again a long cold hearth would alight off a northern coast line amidst a forgotten lush forest tipped with new fallen snow. The Lands would begin to awaken and a settlement, a long forgotten village would begin once more to bustle as the signal fire within the center of the township would spark an crackle to life, announcing the return...
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Post by sorsha on Nov 26, 2018 9:18:51 GMT -8
A fleet of well appointed ships began to come into view from the relentless North West seas flying the inky black sails emblazoned with the Dravidian emblem of flame engulphed wings beneath a great sword and shield. The journey had been long and the last moment of the sail down a dark forgotten waterway to a long unoccupied dock would bring elation to those aboard. The clanking of sword upon shield and razor tipped staffs upon the deck of the ships would begin slow and steady, each beat rising and resounding in time. A heartbeat, a singular voice... it was majestic and it sang with power long forgotten.
As the lands moved into sight so to would the deck be blessed with the presence of the Majest, herself. Of long silken spun waves the color of fire and skin the color of new fallen snow that played even now to play in the ever winter edged winds of the true north,she looked out to her lands, breathing in the familiar air of ever green and ice and salt... home.
A faint rare smile found her lips as the family, her family beat their swords against shields even more fiercely with her appearance and her metallic accentuated hand arose in recognition of their jubilation, offering a nod that she too was pleased that their journey was for now at an end and once more home was within their sights.
The rising hand moved to the elegantly forged breast plate of metal that could only be found in one part of the lands of her home, Resting above the space of her heart the clanking died and fell away and an erie silence overtook the decks. As she spoke all of her daughters heard her, she opening her mind so that every soul upon her ships would hear her who were able to connect thru the bond, she was Dravidian, mother and Majest, Queen to the race of Valkarie and when she chose each of her daughters could hear her near or far beyond any distance.
"Tyran… and before... Pria and beyond... We have been as one. One heart beat, one Fire, One Sword...Each trial we have faced, each time of silence we have endured and now we return as one once more to reclaim what is ours and to once more see to the lands of our heart." Sorshonna gestured to the lands just beyond, the rich evergreen of thick grown forests.. "Home is beyond the tree line, a breath away.... long forgotten as we may have become long forgotten... Remind them. Remind them of who and what we are, we are Warriors, We are the Sword and the Fire. We are Dravidian"
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Post by sorsha on Nov 26, 2018 9:35:20 GMT -8
The words were at an end, addressing her daughters as one, and with the last of her words given the sound that came in reply rang out into the fading light as the dusk overtook the day and the docks kissed the edge of the flagship and deboarding began. A metallic thunder rolled over the water and out into the distance the water carried the sound though to any who heard it, the sound would seem like a great coming storm and perhaps in a way it was.
The horses were the first to be unloaded, they being fed and watered for the ride ahead, the process would take hours even though they were a well oiled machine at this point when it came to the departure and arrival upon shores of settlement. Orders were given and taken and they were seamless in their efficiency, the horses mostly stallions of jet black or pure white coloring with very slight variations in between. Saddles were outfitted and great crates were off loaded, all done with the precision of a military having long worked aside one another for no other reason than that is truly what they were.
With nightfall, Bella Luna moved to the side of Sorshonna, one of the few beings who was not suppressing wings within their numbers... a kindred, an origin vampire she who now addressed the Majest. "Majest" She began and Sorshonna looked at her in a specific way that made one suspect she was displeased. "Shall we forever have this battle Bella?" Sorshonna would ask witgh a smile and an arched brow. "It seems so Majest" the glib reply from Bella before both of the women would laugh for a few moments... "What is it Bella?" the question came when the good natured laugh died away. "Evan is ready." Sorshonna smiled... "Good. She is bound to attempt to wander now that we have come to the place where all the answers she has sought for so long live... Let her loose, we will know it if she gets into any real danger."
Bella smirked, offered a soft curtsy of a simple bend at the knee and casting down of her eyes followed by a soft dip of her chin and was gone without another word to let loose as was said by the Majest…. the youngest daughter of the Dravidian, The Apocolypse and unbeknownst to the father... the Baracutis line.
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Post by sorsha on Nov 26, 2018 10:30:19 GMT -8
Moments later a raven haired young woman, no more than seventeen in years by estimation, emerged from the large master cabin. Evangeline, often called Evan was bedecked herself in armor of the Dravidi in the same ornate fashion of the same unique origin metal that gleamed in the fading light an odd blue grey color. A breast plate intricately carved with some mystic blessed design no doubt was melded to her clearly feminine torso, black leather breeches edges at the hips with similar metal clung to her blossoming figure before tucking into knee high boots which too were edged in metallic accent. They were meant to protect but also adorned like jewels to the wearer.
It was clear at first glance that Evan was otherworldly, far from the mortal coil. Her eyes were the color of molten gold and her skin was the same tone of snow as the firey tressed Majest. Were one to look out over the decks of the ships and the docks at the whole of the Dravidian she would stand apart from them all simply by her coloring. The raven hair and the snow of her skin, the color of her eyes.... the three in one bring stood apart from the rest as did her aura were someone to be gifted enough to see past the surface of a presence. It was simply clear that though she was most certainly Dravidi borne, she was something more...
Evan smiled easily and with a glint of curiosity in those liquid gold depths as she looked out onto the lands she had read much about but had never seen in her recollection for she had not been within them since quite soon after her birth... a birth and a life that had been much in secret, secrets she was hell bent on uncovering. This night with her first steps on Tyran soil would also be the first steps in reclaiming the knowledge held from her for all this time, she had one focus and one intent though it was not spoken and she had kept her true design hidden... it would be hers at last.
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Post by sorsha on Nov 26, 2018 10:45:43 GMT -8
Evangeline stood by the Majest, whom she refered to as Oma, a term translated in the common tongue to grandmother, Sorshonna. The night coming swiftly now she watched the many warriors moving as one to assemble and off load the ships several at a time. Horses made at the ready and supplies crated and carted, wagons heavy with their loads. The cold northern air found her and she turned her face up to receive it, catching the scent of the evergreens that her grandmother often spoke of, that many of the women she had grown up beside had fondly recalled.
There was a love here, Tyran. And though Evan had never experienced it as home herself, she had been taught to see it as such and also to love and admire the land thru the great histories she had been tutored upon.
A glance down to her granddaughter and Sorshonna spoke. "There is my Dove."greeting her with clear adoration. "have you been told you are free to explore the lands as you see fit?" The question came and Evan nodded once only, attempting not to look to eager lest the decision be rescinded. "On your word, do not attempt to slip your guardian. Leala should not have to chase you down and drag you back as part of her duties. Have we made clear our expectations?" Sorshonna looked out onto the landscape as she spoke the last and masked a smile.... for all of Evans shenanigans she was much less difficult than her mother, Angelique, had been at the same age.
"Yes, Oma. It is clear." Evan replied without hesitation, If she had designs to slip her guardian in the future it was not in her mind in this moment and so she spoke in earnest. Sorshonna smiled and looked to Evan. "Go forth then, my Dove. Im sure we shall see one another again soon enough." There was an embrace from Evan, a break in the formality and it caught Sorsha off guard who laughed at the novelty of being surprised and hugged.
No time given to return the affection as Evan moved as quickly as she could off the ship, slinging her saddle bag over her shoulder and gripping her double edged spear in her hand "Titan, come" She called and a dual Headed hell hound fell instep, off the ship the moved thru the crowd of Dravidian warriors who welcomed, bid farewell and chided her each in turn if they were close to her. She laughed with some and traded insults with a few others and as she made her way thru the crowds her Majest and Oma watched with a smirk here and there as the warriors, her warriors seemed to treat her as one of their own. They were a force first and foremost but too they were a family and it showed in these moments.
Bella reappeared as Leala and Evan mounted horses already prepared and rode off into the thick forests beyond the coastline. Bella spoke in a hushed tone to Sorshonna, clearly and edge of concern in her voice. "How long do you think it will take her to find the truth... you do know that has always been her goal."
Sorshonna sighed and looked down to Bella who was several inches shorter than the Majest. " Longer than she believes it shall... forever if we do not help her. She has the year.... less before she will have to be told, before ~He~ will have to be told. let us allow her the head start in the wrong direction, if she does not find the wrong path first she will never embrace the real truth of it.... I told her mother I would not help but I will also no longer hinder.... I did not promise that none of Dravidian would help, simply ,myself..." She smiled at Bella then. "Go and see that she makes her way to the capitol... go softly, If she knows you are aiding her steps she will not believe anything she finds." Bella nodded and with that things were set into motion that could not be undone.
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Post by sorsha on Nov 26, 2018 11:33:11 GMT -8
With the youngest of them riding ahead with one of her oldest and most trusted warriors, Sorshonna saw to the business at hand, The resurgence, the return home to Dravidi. Much was to be done and many months ahead would prove a task to once more restore the lands and the estate to their former glory... though eternal they had still laid fallow and would require some rebuilding, some retending to make it great once again... once more a home and a land for her people.
The first team was at the ready and she left instructions for the rest who would follow. The ships would be offloaded thru the night and the caravan thru the dark forests and over well forgotten and buried roads would once more be traveled. Along the way buried torch markers and totums would be uncovered and relit to flame to light the way and with each passing mile ahead the road to their home would be lit once more.
Sorshonna road at a leisured pace, stopping each time a marker required lighting or unearthing, years of snow covering much where brush and flora had not also taken root and with each time she felt her strength grow as they became closer and closer to the beginning. She could feel the welcome, the lands embracing her, clinging to her now with every step forward.
Watching the Dravidian on the move was like nothing else in this world or the next, it was hard to describe with words the sight of a fully fledged all female army on the move, each well armored, each touched by unnatural beauty, each armed to the teeth. Horses black as the night that sank in to the land all moving in time to the beat of an unheard drum. The pace was set and they moved with the beating of one heart, with Sorshonna seated on a ridge line watching the progression aside a trio of what were clearly officers of some sort.
They spoke of plans and findings, details from scouts as they came. There were messages that were dispatched and confirmation already returning of things they had learned from others thru the years though now returned as a while needed to be confirmed with Dravidian eyes alone. But in all of this there was a happiness of sorts, being home at last. It filled each word, the sentiment, their expressions and their beings... Perhaps they had been gone too long this time, it was a thought that struck Sorshonna now as she looked to her women, her daughters and in the darkness, in this stillness of her mind a regret she would carry from this moment forward would begin to grow, the time gone and lost to her and to them.... all she could do now was return and rebuild... there was no way to give it again, what was lost... but to begin again, that was a promise she would not fail to provide.
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Post by sorsha on Nov 26, 2018 12:15:43 GMT -8
The road ahead was long and winding thru the forest, several places it had completely been overtaken by the forest floor. Evangeline and Leala road far ahead of the party, Leala leading the way in a slow gallop, twin inky black horses packed for a brief trip, lightly armored and clearly expertly trained moved thru the darkness with one goal in mind, the estate grounds.
It was clear that Evangeline was an expert rider, even at her young age as if she had grown up on horseback, perhaps even with the mount that was hers now as it seemed to know her wishes before she moved to offer them. He worked for her in the unmarked paths and Titan ran along beside the mount as if the three had always been one unit. In truth they had. The two headed sentinel of a hell hound had been Evans from the moment she was conceived. He had slept as a pup under her crib and followed her about when she moved from crawling to walking using him as her way up off the ground.
They were always one with the other and though he was beloved he seemed to take his responsibility very seriously as he scanned the night with eyes of glowing embers. One set of eyes always on his mistress and the road ahead and one set of eyes forever scanning their surrounds. Within an hours ride the forest began to give way and a long and high stone and iron fence came to view. The wild forest fell back to reveal a semblance of an orchard though quite overgrown, it could still be made out with obvious rows of fruit trees of many varieties. The sounds of water could be heard as well, a stream or a river of some sort though in the darkness it was obscured.
Further still down the broken cobble stone path that made itself known in places where the earth had not reclaimed it, could be made out several slopes of well made roof lines, a stables perhaps, several other buildings and as the stone wall grew higher and the iron bars grew sharp pointed towards the night sky, torches on either side of the large entry gate burst suddenly to flame as if in recognition of one of the bloodline had arrived.
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Post by sorsha on Nov 26, 2018 12:45:40 GMT -8
The flames seemed to know her and they offered their warmth and their light as Leala dismounted and produced a key that would unlock the gates, though it was more than one key and Leala was the other part of the pair for like most things in Tyran when it came to anchient families nothing was so simple as a mundane key unlocking anything.
With the keys in place and the lock being breached a flash of ambient light seemed to spring forth from the darkness and it rushed out over the iron and stone of first the gate and then the wall of fencing all the way down its length to its finish.... Dravidi was awakened and so it would truly begin.
"What was that?" Evangeline asked having never seen that level of warding being unlocked. Leala smiled and took hold of the reigns of her mount. "Come down, little Dravidian... and let your feet touch the ground of home for the first time." Was Lealas reply.
The horse followed Leala in thru the gates with not even a tug of the reigns as Evan slipped down off her horse and offered a few pats of encouragement though it was she who seemed to require them at the moment.... for some reason the words that Leala had chosen seemed ominous and she feared that once she took the first step there would be no going back, for better or worse her path would be forever altered... did she wish it to be so? In a moment it wouldn't matter so with reluctance she gripped her own mounts reigns and took a deep breath and walked across the threshold that was the gates of Dravidi.
"Why must everything you say sound like an omen, Leala?" She said with the brashness of her youth as she looked over the surroundings. Here past the gate the cobblestones were all intact, untouched with a clear intricate pathway adorned by thick unkept shrubbery, overgrown flora on the way to a massive estate house of stone and iron that resembled more a strong hold than a home. It towered overhead with pointed spires that reached to the heavens.... this was Dravidian... she had seen its likeness but neither drawing nor painting had ever done it justice.
Evan stood out in the courtyard and simply marveled up at it, struck by it and what she felt as she looked upon it.... It was dormant, it needed care but it was ageless and it was home.
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Post by sorsha on Nov 26, 2018 20:45:28 GMT -8
Leala looked back over her shoulder and smirked slightly, she enjoyed this moment and wondered if Sorsha would be upset that she were not hear to see thru the eyes of someone who was seeing Dravidi, even now like this dark and dormant, for the first time. She tried to commit it to memory, the expression and the next few minutes so that should the majest desire she could delve into her mind and see thru her eyes these next few seconds.
The Horses reigns were dropped and the well trained mounts were sure not to wander as Leala once more worked the supernatural enhanced lock on the massive entry doors to the estate house. They opened and parted to reveal long dark halls and sprawling hardwood floors covered in dust and decades long past. Leala turned to Evan and smiled slightly, "welcome home young one.... come and help me light the hearths little fire starter, it will be nice for the Majest to enter a warm home after the long journey."
Evangeline stepped over the threshold and felt the low hum of the forces that kept this place protected and in tact, she had never felt something like it, the closest thing she had ever known to radiate this kind of energy was her mother and though this was similar it was also different, thicker it seemed... darker and yet lighter, so hard to describe. It made her steps wary and slow as she moved thru the corridors and stopped in each room containing a hearth which were many, lighting each one she encountered thru her sheer will and nothing more. It would seem the proverbial apple that was Evan had not fallen far from the tree that was Apocolypse.
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