Entering a new land, their native boundary now known.
Set aside our differences, then for war has no place.
Seeking land, now to war,
Even now, our soldiers stand no chance.
Now or till forever, we fight on and live on 'till victory has been claimed.
Gathering potions for each to survive,
Exiled for one mistake.
Running, now running away from what I was battling for!
Your eyes set sight on the village only minutes to travel toward. It seemed as if you were going to freeze, die lonely in the vast Iceland. But you are not now, for there is shelter here, warmth, a place to stay perhaps. To venture here again in the Zetrdu nation or to travel south is not a wise decision to make, not wise at all. For, more than likely, you will have to stay, live here for as long as you are to live - for they will not let you leave without an escort. This is what I have heard anyhow – rumours, myths, legends – are they even true?
After careful consideration, you would obviously rather be accepted into a clan - temporarily – than to find another form of shelter, if any even exist on this vast iceland.
You then begin staggering across the snow, as you near the village, a black shadow draws closer.
Hello young traveller, what be your name?
alwinta. Do you have any hospitality available, if it's not too much to ask of you? You spoke as you are trembling, your words being on the verge of hypothermic.
The young mare chuckled, Of course we do! Come with me...
You follow her, she is trotting in front of your weak, small, fragile body. This mare, she is charcoal in colour, with square-like and circular white coloured markings. You notice her sleek, dim grey saddle cloth also having these peculiar markings but charcoal and white, flowing in the air behind her. Her cream mane, her dragon-like wings are also a peculiar asset.
She guides you through the busy village to another hut. These are the Zetrdu's main housing, that and a fort atop the hill nearby. We're here, young one. You can sit yourself down in front of this fire as I tell thee of my tale before you can leave.
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The triumph for each of the two nations is bound to no one.
For now, it be dawn at it's crack. It be not a time of peace, but a time of grief. Countless souls left to decay on earth's battlefield. A fading memory inside one's heart to remember them by, valance, and nothing more. We're gradually losing men, are we losing the whole time of now? Swathe. Swathe the bandages around this young soul, the leak of red will forever be there in memory, but soon to be rid of. Nothing to say more, the dark shadow will come to many who vigorously fight on the open stage. I am not their leader, but to aid them I shall. Whether to aid them to victory, or to loss, depends on my courage to speak, what I say may change all.
Aesirias! A lone voice of the distance echoes through Aesirias's head, the echo deepening as the Servant of the North draws near. Hast you met eye to eye with Nhourai, the one whom requests your services? The servant gestured in the general direction of the one needed to be found.
Aesirias gaped at the young soul for few seconds, No, I hast not been to visit him, I shall leave soon.
Thank you, he doth not admire to wait, requesting you to meet in the common room.
Aesirias heeded his words and prepared for what predicament she knows to come.
The taste of the frigid air ventured within her nostrils, inhaling the dense atmosphere, to move, to venture, to prepare. Aesirias wandered off task to visit Alchemist Himaro's hut. Do you hast the potions, the ones of which I requested for to be mine countless days ago?
Alchemist Himaro sighed, Yes, Madam. The potions you search of are upon my mortar. They come with additional herbs for ye journey. Fee to pay is paid already, from whom you know.
Thank you dear friend, I must leave you for now, for I usually do.
Whistles of the wind are heard, it is carried through the worn, tattered clothed door into the glacial atmosphere of the hut of Alchemist Himaro, her wishing Aesirias a goodbye.
Himaro is of balance, and coordination, patience and maturity. Not one to be taken lightly for she is of magic, she should be in war, but is not. She is faithful to her potions, she aids them all. But she is now a dormant citizen, but perhaps she is a civilian now, as she resigned to fight eras ago. Her streaked shoulder-length brunette hair blows in her face, wearing little jewellery and peasant clothing - bland, worn and dull. But I should not speak of her more, and carry on with my duties. However, she is an extraordinary woman.
To begin on task Aesirias doth, she entered Nhourai's chambers and with no doubt knowing she has to leave this village. Greetings Nhourai, am I to do this duty, the duty the towns folk hast spoken of several times when I hast word to them eye to eye?
Perhaps young Aesirias. Heed my words! We are indeed losing this war. There is little healing on the battlefield, little healers, it is hard to change this aspect of our world. What is, is to be. The men and women grow weak, weak here, and weak there. Illness spreads like a wildfire. I am asking you to now, as a friend, and for our people, to travel to the Orahn Ranges of the West. There you will find a trader - she is of the Okarmaiy race, lilac in colour, and is part metallic - these should be distinctive enough features to recognise such a unique character. Once you hast spoken word to her, speak the words Bouyath Lizaitc Lyouco? She will know these words, as you do too. She will guide you back to her den, if you are not already there, here she will brew potions for you. This Okarmaiy also knows you are coming - the potions may be brewed already. You will then endeavour to return here with no mishaps and wait for further instructions. That is all, perform your duties quickly.
Aesirias bowed to the Lieutenant, straying away from him now to complete the given duties.
Aesirias momentarily looked back at what she was leaving behind, her Gallion following behind; this creature accompanies Aesirias throughout duties that are known to require assistance, one such as this. Now, passing the clan of the Zetrdu, galloping, wings spread now, waiting to fly. A leap was made, for now she flies. She flies like a bat; for Aesirias doth hath bat wings. Zooming through the clouds, their moist, drippy atmosphere clung to her body, the cold sensation she enjoyed. The cold is her warmth. To travel west, where the fate of the sun will go she flies, flocks of Snow Eyrie flew past. Their great body mass leaves thou with great gushes of wind upon thy face. Then to turn and evade the mountain ranges of our land that stand as an obstacle and to continue forth on this quest. Dastgeer flew firmly without a noise leaving his mouth.
Halting the flight as we land upon these mountains of Orahn, searching for the Okarmaiy or her den. The ground here is peculiarly different - the soil is rich, soft, and granular - there is peace here, a subject that the Zetrdu have yearned for in the past eras. But, why is there no peace? During the early foundations of the once singular culture, a certain group arose within; there were many disputes upon how we were to live - the laws of punishment, living, and tolerance - were often persistent factors that were urged to be changed by the monarchist society. One half of the culture was keen to live in a democratic society rather than with a Monarchy; the others wished to be ruled by a King. Annually, our farmers purchased, and imported grains from travelling merchants and southern cities. The Monarchist's endeavoured to be self-sufficient by planting their own mixture of grained plants. This of which failed due to the grain's vulnerability to the freezing weather. Tension had grown. Eventually, as a long-term outcome there was eventual fighting among villagers which then broke out to war.
In the present situation, we are not in a state of outright war; tensions have eased over time. We have fought for such an immense period of time; we can't sustain such a continuous, physical war. However, both clans are fully armoured and alert for any possible hefty attacks.
A young Eyrie was in sight, she was flying toward this den, perhaps being Kamaida. Bouyath Lizaitc Lyouco, young Okarmaiy? the mare called out, hoping she was the one in need. Drawing closer, she evidently matched the description of the one said by Nhourai. The Eyrie perched on the edge of the cliff, in front of her den and Aesirias, the gallion, Dastgeer, seemed to of wandered off, being in sight of Kamaida, but not Aesirias. I'm here; I'm here, no need to rush me! I have what thou request for. Quickly, just follow me, and then you can leave. Hassle free. Aesirias and Dastgeer being guided by this peculiar Eyrie, were led to the den near the edge of this mountainous cliff. The cave being surprisingly illuminated, Aesirias was happy to enter, with Dast having no doubts in the first place. Now if you look over here, you can gather up those potions up on the potion rack. I suppose your pet's here to take 'em too? Well, nice meeting you, we could catch up some time, but not now. I'm rather busy, so I guess, bye! Without having much of a say, Aesirias blurted out goodbye and thank you just before the Okarmaiy left.
Dastgeer begun to aid Aesirias, one potion after the other was placed inside the satchel of Aesirias's side; this was attached to her patterned, dim grey cloth - strapped tightly - this satchel's capacity is of at least thirty potions in each. There are two satchels, each placed on one side of her body, the potions were miniature in size, but could heal many harmed soldiers. Dastgeer was a relatively hasty hand, being grateful for what Aesirias has done for him in the past. It was time to leave. It was time to leave and make way for their homeland.
Nhourai! Finally I have caught up with thou; my spine has required the attention now, I am sore of my durable travels, the potions are in my satchels. This is of course something you should take regard of. There being at least sixty potions, being small but sturdy. It should supplement the needs of our soldiers for a provisional time.
Yes of course, thank you Aesirias. This definitely should be supplement for the time being. Thank you for your time, again, I may have word to you later. This, most likely concerning our status yet again.
Thank you. I have other duties to catch up on, may we meet again!
The morning dawned cold and bright, the air was crisp and cold. Morning bird calls echoed sweetly in the nearby pine forests, uplifting the sombre mood in the castle. The town was still mostly asleep and unawares of what was to come in the next few days or weeks. The mountainous landscape loomed above the castle fort situated on a high hill of rock and earth, where tired soldiers were still stationed from the night shift, waiting for their day replacements. Some paced, while others stared blankly at the forest. No laughter or jokes could be heard...the atmosphere in the castle was tense. The final attack was being planned and would be executed soon enough. The result would be, contrary to heroic ballads and songs, death, despair and grief. Loved ones would march away, never to come back again. Sons, husbands, fathers. But it had to happen. The war had lasted for far too long. It would be far better to end it, suffer the despair and live on in peace.
A light grey eyrie wearing intricate and precious dragonish, metal and ebony armour stood on top of one watch tower, leaning forward on one wall between the battlements, and was at first glance, gazing lazily at the scenery around her. But contrary to first impressions, her quick eyes were scanning the forests, looking for any signs of movement, her hands grasping a long bow strung with an arrow.
Anam Worata! The eyrie glanced up, glaring at the soldier standing at attention in front of her.
What is it Ravik? It better be interesting because I was busy.
The soldier almost seemed to turn white I'm sorry lady! It didn't look like you were doing anything.. I I I apologise, but the Sej Borakai summoned you! He gave a quick bow and inched away. The eyrie looked bemused. My father wants to see me eh? Fine, I'll make time for him, even if he doesn't do the same for me. She turned away from the battlements, but then paused. Something black had caught her eye in the nearby forests. She waved the soldier over and pointed. Wait and watch. She muttered.
Ravik paused his speech momentarily to gaze at the direction of Worata's eye... Ah, I see now!
The black shadow hastily moved throughout the forest, as if it were searching. A glimpse of black was seen between each dense pine tree, the shadow moved into a more open surrounding. It's appearance was made out now - a charcoal coloured uni with white, glistening markings, a cream mane and dragon wings - entered our domain.
Aesirias puffed as she galloped through the Theordai Pine Forest. Nhourai worries too much. He is brave I must say, but I am no scout. I cannot fail either, he expects me to return. This war has no place, there has been no solid, immense battle nor many blows caused yet.
She bears long endurance, so little exertion of breath falls out, a considerably large tree stump dormantly stands in her way. She begins to run past, and leap over it, only to trip on rock camouflaged by the moist snow afterwards.
Worata's eyes glinted triumphantly and she drew herself up to her full height, took a deep breath and bellowed SCOUT! On the range! You lazy deadbeats! Get your bows and fire at will...take the scout DOWN! NOW!!!
All around her the soldiers on guard bustled with new found and panicky energy. Bows were pulled out from hidden niches, strung and aimed by skillful hands and eyes. Worata grimaced and her hands tightened on her own bow which remained by her side.
Trust these soldiers not to notice a black scout in the woods. And I can't even take her down myself, under Ozsar's orders. She rolled her eyes, and hunkered down by the wall, watching the black shadow moving through the trees. Shoot to injure not destroy! She bellowed as an added afterthought. The scout would be need for interrogation.
The soldiers were now ready, in unison they grasped their longbows, drew the arrows and let loose a volley that arched gracefully towards the target...
The volley of arrows struck down their target, few hit, few missed. The target left paralyzed, unable to recover, unable to find a time to escape.
The mare screeched in agony as several arrows plunged her hind leg, crying to any allies who just may be in contact for help. But, would there be allies in this likely region? Handling the given pain was difficult, Aesirias was not fond of paralysis - growing weaker as the paralysis slinks down to her blood stream, draining her remaining energy - now left with Aesirias just to faint.
Worata watched the target stagger and buckle onto the ground. A cold smile spread across her face. Well done men! You did something right for once! Assemble squad three and meet in the main courtyard in 10!
Worata trudged through the snow at the head of the squadron, staring determinedly at the trees, trying to get a glimpse of the fallen target. They reached the trees, but nothing could be seen. Worata grasped her bow and scanned the treeline. She snarled in annoyance and shouted Spread out! The target has moved but can't have gone far! You know what to do when you find it. The soldiers nodded and spread out amongst the trees, bows drawn and treading softly in the snow. Ten minutes later, the awaited bird call signal echoed sharp and clear through the woods. Worata turned abruptly from the square of forest she was stalking through and bounded towards where the calls originated from. Soon enough, she came upon her soldiers standing in a circle around a dark figure lying prone on the ground. She pushed her way through roughly and stood on the inside, gazing at the scout. It was a black and white mare, unconscious and wounded in her right haunch, but the wound was not too deep as the mare had tough muscles. Worata grinned. Better yet, she bore he banner of the northern Zetrdu. Load her onto the stretcher and get her some medical attention...get the wound treated and bandaged and put her in the stable cells. I'll interrogate her myself. The soldiers nodded curtly and set about their task.
The soldiers tracked across the white snow, carrying their burden - the mare - tied by several ropes at her hooves to keep her firm. As they trek along their known path, the crows among the pine trees watch their paces carefully, it's eyes glared at the soldiers endeavoring them to feel any sympathy for the injured mare. Though, it did fail.
The small amount of clear light arose upon Aesirias's eyelids, her wounds still throbbed at her side but were well treated. Aesirias slowly opened her eyelids, but then wanted to sleep more to regain lost energy. She had no idea who these people were whom had captured her, nor why. A black shadow peered through the corner and footsteps were heard.
Worata stood at the entrance to the cell peering through the bars at the prisoner. A shaft of sunlight coming though the top window lit up the cell with a warm yellow glow. Worata narrowed her eyes as the mare began to stir. She beckoned the soldier behind her who hastily unlocked the cell door and held it open for the Anam who stepped into the cell, her steel boots thudding heavily on the soft ground. She crossed her arms and glared at the prisoner. So. What were you doing on our land Zetrdu? And don't play dumb with me - I know you are awake, spoke Worata in a low, dangerous voice. She gave the mare a rough nudge with one boot.
Aesirias ignored the pain given from the heavy, worn boot, daring not to speak a word to the young Eyrie. She then returned to sleep.
Well come on. Worata glared at her and aimed a harder kick at the mare's flank, but was restrained by a gentle hand on her shoulder. Turning she saw a fellow Anam, Anam Derain. He shook his head and spoke softly, Leave it till later, she's in no condition to speak. Worata's cold grey eyes could have pierced a shaft in Derant's head, but nonetheless she followed him out of the cell and barked at the soldiers to keep a close guard on the prisoner, who obviously thought she wasn't going anywhere. She then stomped down the passageway, obviously in a somewhat foul mood to deliver the tidings to the Sej Borakai.
I have failed Nhourai. He awaits a return already. Is there hope of escape now? Aesirias tentatively lifted her head up high in despair, and gazed around her cell; there appeared to only be one window in this cell, being high off the ground, perhaps being tall enough to see her surroundings. Aesirias lifted herself up, her body still somewhat fragile from the paralysis, and walked over to the seen window. Her eyes only just barely reached the window sill, she peered her eyes in between the metal bars blocking at least half of the view. Well that's helpful. The Rocnotr clan have situated me on their stone courtyard, in front of their housed village and castle beyond this said village. Aesirias turned to face the jail bars locking her inside. I suppose the guards have the key, no? I am not of magic, but all I am to do is call for aid on the outside, pick the locks, or pick pocket the keys. But which would occur first? Aesirias emitted a glum look and lay back down on the floor nestling her head on her front two legs, hoping.
Meanwhile, at the peaceful village of the Zetrdu, Tauud Nhourai called for one of his governed squads. MEN! Get your silly, little armoured bodies here!
Yes, Sir! one called.
Our messenger has not visited back in the last thirty six hours, you ARE to investigate this matter and bring her back, NOW! End of discussion, now MOOOVE IT! Nhourai ended his speech with a worried face.
Worata bowed before the Sej Borakai within his large personal study. I bring tidings Sir. The Sej Borakai was a large, strongly built shale grey eyrie with white around his face. He was attired in golden bronze armour and was at the moment, gazing sternly down at his daughter. Worata, I bid you to come earlier. There had better be a good explanation for why you directly defied my orders. He folded his arms and waited for a response. Worata narrowed her eyes but bowed her head as a sign of respect Sir, I apologise for my disobedience, but a Zetrdu scout was spotted in our woods and I had to command our soldiers and direct the capture. The said scout is now our captive, and only mildly injured. She will be ready for interrogation soon sir. The Borakai nodded and returned to his desk which was covered maps and charts. Well done. It is a satisfactory explanation. You are dismissed.
Worata sighed Thank you sir, I'll take my leave. She left the study and headed for the walls overlooking the forest on the north side of the castle. She could patrol a bit and clear her head.
Stepping, onto the wall, Worata nodded to the soldier who was on guard and strolled down the walkway. The night air was cool and crisp and the stars shone brightly, glinting and forming brilliant constellations. Everything was going well for her, but she felt somehow....unsatisfied. She leaned over the wall and mulled over the past few days events while gazing at the silent, dark forest.
The squad summoned by Nhourai maneuvered their obstacles, one tree after another; them being in the Rocnotr territory now. As they hastily ran, the snow as their ground flew up in the air and landed subtly. How close are we, sir? One called from the side of the squad leader.
Not long, soldier, not long. The squad leaders voice echoed past the forest, faintly disappearing as you distance from these men.
Worata paced the wall, scowling at the forest. She now felt tense, unsettled and on the edge, her quills were prickling and her instincts told her something was in motion. Hefting her bow on her shoulder and emitting a little growl, she made her way to the wall overlooking the courtyard overlooking the prisoner's cell. Peering over the stone work, she could see that the soldiers were still on guard. Nothing unusual. All's well soldiers? She called. One soldier looked up quizzically, Yes lady, nothing troubles us this peaceful night.. Worata nodded in accordance and withdrew from the edge. She was being paranoid. The soldiers were well trained and able, they could handle any trouble, especially in the form of any rag tag would-be rescuers. Scowling at her uneasiness, she continued her rounds on the walls, a dark figure in the night treading softly and watching intently.
Whispering, There, just there, you see now? The squad leader pointed his crooked finger toward the Rocnotr Castle. He urged one of the several men gathered here to act as a decoy, to perhaps surrender their life; that's what war is for, no?
No Sir. We can't. We have little men as it is right now, this would be an unwise decision for the sake of our nation as a whole. The voice of this soldier was terrified, for he feared death like no other. He trembled immensely.
True that be. Sorry squad for my ignorance. We need to devise a plan on how to scout the area without us caught being. You see there are guards, and villagers surrounded in this entire area, from north to south. The squad leader began imprinting on the dirt's surface, sketching a rough plan of the tactics being used now - where to begin, how many troopers to leave out at once, should there be reserves, who to take out, should we simply just scout the local area? All would be answered shortly...
The land was still peaceful here, the squad leader intended on keeping it that way, Troopers One to Four, head out NOW! The called troopers gathered themselves together and sped to scout the area together, stealthily. They were indeed quick, their movements were almost unrecognisable to others.
Worata paused her in her steps, her quick eyes catching something in the woodlands. Drawing her bow, she knelt behind the crenelations and peered into the darkness. She could of sworn she saw a glint of metal in the moonlight and it was infrequent that her eyes deceived her. Ten minutes passed and she stood up cautiously. No arrows sailed past her head or any angry warriors charged out of the silent, tall and dark forest. Frowning suspiciously she walked on as if everything was normal, but then, silent as a cat she doubled back and melted into the shadows, still waiting and still watching.
Their creeping shadows unnoticed, seeking a route to bestow to their Captain. One trooper eagerly awaits for action to take place - here and now. With a smooth draw of his short-sword, unsheathed now he lashed out to an observant commoner straying the streets in darkness. He saw little of our presence, but enough to be struck clean. With one cut, he was down. This trooper, Trooper Two, then returned to the squad's scouting privileges.
The other three troopers were shocked and in dismay to witness such an event to take place. Leave the innocent out next time, Trooper Three whispered to number Two. There need no bloodshed at this time, understand?
A gentle nod was his response. They were still moving, still scouting as all of this took place.
The time of scouting ended as they looped the domain of the Rocnotr. All four troopers returned to the squad's current residence within the nearby forest to exchange information, now awaiting their next orders.
Here's an in-depth background of each character you encounter on the read of the Zetrdu's Historic Fable.
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This is the language of my people, and of Worata's. You may translate your own words if you wish, the letters on the left are of your language, whereas the ones to the right correspond to that of mine.
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ANGRY: :UTHDW AUTUMN: UEZEJT BLUE: :MYEO BYE: :MWO EAST: :OUCZ END: :OTR GREEN: :HDOOT HAS: :BUC HAPPY: :BULLW HAVE: :BUKO HE: :BO HELLO: :BOYYI I: :A ICE: :ANO MAN: :JUT MEN: :JOT MOON: :JIIT NO: :TI NORTH: :TIDZB RED: :DOR RUN: :DET SAD: :CUR |
SHE: :CBO
SNOW: :CTIF SOUTH: :CIEZB SPRING: :CLDATH SUMMER: :CEJJOD SUN: :CET TH: :R THE: :RO THERE: :ZBODO WALK: :FUYP WERE: :FODO WEST: :FOCZ WHERE: :FBODO WINTER: :FATZOD WOMAN: :FIJUT WOMEN: :FIJOT YELLOW: :WOYYIF YES: :WOC |
Many words which contain the letter C are actually pronounced as an S.
Many words which contain the letter A are long sounded. e.g. far
Corporals command one Fireteam consisting of three other soldiers. Thus making one Fireteam consist of a total of four soldiers.
A Sergeant leads one squad which consists of three Fireteams. This now means a Sergeant commands twelve individual soldiers, making one squad equivalent to thirteen soldiers - this including the Sergeant.
Platoons are commanded by Lieutenants; Platoons may consist of three or four squads depending on the circumstances. However, Platoons often consist of approximately forty two, to fifty five soldiers; slightly more than the average sized three to four squads.
Captains command one company - four Platoons. A company may range from one hundred and seventy five to two hundred and twenty five individuals. Equivalent Units also commanded by the Captain are Batteries and Detachments.
Lieutenant Colonels are the third highest rank of our clan. They command one Battalion or one Squadron, these often consisting of four companies or Sections, also including other various individuals of high rank. A Battalion may consist of a range of five hundred to fifteen hundred individuals, which may also be two to six companies.
Colonel, being the second highest rank, controls a Regiment or Group which often consists of four Battalions. The total number of individuals is approximately one thousand, but can be much greater for a Colonel to command.
This is the ultimate rank of the Zetrdu soldiers, commanding a range of ten thousand to twenty thousand individuals.
Species found within our nation consist of the Blumaroo, Bori, Draik, Eyrie, Kougra, Kyrii, Lupe, Scorchio, Tuskaninny, and few Uni.
Name: :Aesirias
Alias: :Uocadauc
Gender: :Female
Age: :Thirty Human Lifetimes
Species: :Uni
Brush: :Grey
Status: :Unconverted
Level: :1
Endurance: :119
Strength: :GREAT, 29
Defence: :Below Average
Movement: :Super Speedy
Intelligence: :Average
Profession: :Messenger of the Zetrdu
Attributes: :Veridical | Optimistic | Rapid |
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Resistance: :Ice
Abilities: :None
Body Type: :Muscular
Fur: :Charcoal
Mane: :Cream
Eyes: :Maroon
Hooves: :Charcoal
Wings: :Cream
Markings: :Charcoal and White.
Cloth: :Dim Grey
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| Content | o o o o o | Miserable |
| Sociable | o o o o o | Reclusive |
| Meticulous | o o o o o | Unorganised |
| Cautious | o o o o o | Impulsive |
| Trusting | o o o o o | Suspicious |
| Relaxed | o o o o o | Strict |
| Confident | o o o o o | Doubtful |
| Independent | o o o o o | Dependant |
| Competent | o o o o o | Inept |
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Rihazar is lonely and secluded; his father left him to work against the Rakota Del Mordas organisation - although Rihazar did not know truly where his father was leaving to, nor why - and only receives word from Malik at a later age. He was left with a package and a small note, now Rihazar works for this organisation. Saikusuu, another Rakota, is to work with Rihazar on a mission which is known little of to other Rakota's, and is only entitled to some of the best. Rihazar has had many years to practice his melee combat, this seems to me as if he fights to escape his terrible childhood. I feel deeply sorry for this one, though he does not socialise to me, only in small amounts, but perhaps in his mind?
How I miss them so! They are of a rare species from where I am. I do travel to visit them when fulfilling such duties. They provide me with shelter, warmth I am not fond of, and if I am famished, they will replenish my needs.
The snow, their icy atmosphere warms me. I have adjusted to such temperatures that they are the most natural element to come by. It is a rare element, but not for me.
He is my fellow companion I had once encountered upon; he was attacked by the savage Rocnotr Nuczyo being injured brutally. I fended them off now for Dastgeer to serve for me as a messenger too as I took care of him.
To run is my passion, a hobby in fact. It is something that overwhelms me with great happiness, it is also something I practice for - to become better - to hone my skills.
Reading of the world is a must for any messenger to be aware of what is to come. Whether it being for value or for danger.
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It is wicked, like if someone commits a crime. I do not believe for it.
It's cold here, there are many icebergs throughout the snow and ice. There is also much water surrounding this area, freezing those who dare touch it; almost unbearable to the bare skin. Sections of ice float on the water, slowly drifting further from the mainland. The Snow Eyrie flock here, it is their home. The Zetrdu and I reside in the northern-central sector of the freezing mainland, we live in stone huts of one or two rooms for each civilian.
The Veczano Province is of a large area mostly consisting of snow, mountains and forests. Throughout your travels you will encounter the city of Zetrdu in the North-North West, the Rocnotr Nuczyo at it's centre, and the Oran Ranges and Meridell toward the South-East. Snow often falls among the top sector of this land with little trees, and few mountains. Whereas, the southern sector consists of very little snow, and many mountains and forests. The remains of the Zetrdu's oldest, known map is located as of below:
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It is known to be stored within a glass cabinet at the Fort.
Mirror Images, or reflections have been made of me. Care to go deeper? Just scroll down further of the below box.
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Thank you very much to the artists who took their time to draw art of Aesirias! If you click on any thumbnail, you'll be directed to the artist who drew the piece of artwork. Although, some of these artists don't go online at Neopets, or I am unaware of their Neopets Username.
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This Beauty Contest Trophy was won on the twelfth of September in the Year 2008. It was won as an Overall placing with 367 votes. |
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This Beauty Contest Trophy was won on the twelfth of September in the Year 2008. It was won as a Species placing with 367 votes. |
These are awards which people have deemed me of claiming.
Feel free to neomail Alwinta if you wish for him to make a Painted colour that is not listed in the box below :)
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Trades: Open
Ignore my user lookup status.
Waiting List: 1. Aedriiana
1. Do not use any pictures/adoptables of mine in the Beauty Contest (It's against the Beauty Contest rules to enter other people's art and it will most likely end up making your account/s frozen)
2. Do not claim them as your own, or remove my name.
3. I do not mind if you upload your adoptable onto your own server, just as long as it still links back to this page.
4. Do not alter them in any way.
5. Do not take anyone else's custom!
7. If I spend my time making you a custom, please use it.
1. Check if Custom Requests/Trades are open.
2. Another requirement is for you to construct a petpage, it must have a decent amount of content.
3. Do you have a reference sheet of any sort? If not, then practically forget it, unless you are very descriptive with text.
4. Fill out this form-
- Full Name of Pet-
- Nickname- (Optional)
- Location of Reference Sheet- (Can be a Makeable, Custom, or Picture, if you have a large page, please specify where-abouts of which the Reference is located)
5. Done that? Good, then neomail Alwinta.
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Feel free to use these, but if you do, mind sending me a neomail? If you do send me a Neomail, I can then add your name to the Example list.
1. Please link back, it makes it easier for others to find them.
2. Do not enter any of my makeables in the Beauty Contest (It's against the Beauty Contest rules to enter other people's art and it will most likely end up making your account/s frozen)
3. Do not claim them as your own, or remove my name. Feel free to move my name around though ;D
4. You can add other features to the makeable besides colour, to make it look like your own Uni.
For example: Giving it Feathered Wings, Jewellery, Horns, etc
5. Please enjoy using using these. If you have a problem with them, please let me know via Neomail.
Save either the Shaded Template, or the Non-Shaded Template to your computer.
Colour and design the Makeable.
For MS Paint Users, you won't be able to have a transparent background, but feel free to Neomail Alwinta if you do want your custom Makeable transparent. Although, I would most definitely prefer it if you uploaded it afterwards onto your own server.
If you're having trouble Colouring the Makeable i.e. The Program you are using won't let you colour, then press Ctrl and then the letter A to select the entire canvas, followed by Ctrl C, open a new, blank canvas and then press Ctrl V.
For Photoshop or any other advanced program, if you want the background transparent, follow these instructions:
1. Use your Magic Wand tool to select the White Background.
2. Press your Delete key on your keyboard, this should make your Background transparent, if not, Delete the Base Background Layer, and try again.
Neopets HTML Guide
L00kuphelp
Amy's CSS Basics!
Neopets Code Reference
Other petpages created by Alwinta can be found below.
These are other creatures whom reside on the same terrain as I, or others worth knowing.
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Species that are of mine are listed below. Each are unique as I, and must be visited.
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Here we are. It has been nice sharing my story with you, but you may return now. Perhaps you can revisit us, the Zetrdu?
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