Legends ofAmarna

Warning! The anathema is here.

The doctrine that poisoned the souls of many, that wrought blood against blood, life against life. Aspasia has not been the same, nor will it ever be. As history fades into legend, and legend into myth, so too are the whispers of peace that had once brought each of the races together in harmony. As such a time faded into history, so does the chaos grow - the resentment that breeds loathing - that brings about war.

With the world pitted against each other, each race, equines, canines, and felines taking sides, the question is, which side will you choose?


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played by Angie
Vata


Male
21
Equine/Percheron x Tersk horse
Homeless
Bisexual

#1

Eon


Summer had been an annoying time for the man with all the heat making it hard for him to use the forge without overheating himself. He had to make sure his sisters who also worked there didn’t over do it. Work was fine and all, but working oneself to death was not allowed, not when it could be helped. Mostly he would work in the cooler hours of the morning, or at night. He did have to be mindful though as even thought the family blacksmith was a little outside the city, it was still close enough that too much noise too late at night would just be rude. With autumn on the horizon he hoped that the land would cool off sooner rather than later, but who knows what the gods have in store for everyone.

At the moment the only thing Eon knew for sure was that he had to finish the sword he was working on. It was later in the evening, the sun had set, but it wasn’t too late still. The land had cooled off some, and the door to the blacksmith was only partly open to help keep the noise a little hushed for those who had chosen to turn in already. The sword he was working on had been ordered by someone who had wanted something more custom than the standard stock sword that was sold in the weapon shop in the market.

Taking a deep breath the man wiped the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his long sleeve cream shirt. Thick brown leather gloves protected his hands as he banged on the silver blade with his hammer. Working out the right shape. ‘BANG, BANG, BANG.’ The sound echoed in his ears with each swing against the red hot metal. The thing was almost done to be honest he was just finishing shaping out the blade. Having already done the handle, once the blade had cooled he would just need to connect the two. So he worked alone softly mumbling to himself every now and again. After about an hour longer he had finally finished and placed it on a table as he looked at it.A lot of work had gone into it so he hoped the customer would be happy with his work, he after all had tried to get as close to what he had been told they wanted as he possibly could. Sitting down himself Eon took his gloves off and just sat there in the silence of the night enjoying the feeling of the breeze as it started to enter the building.
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played by Hoofbeats
Wilder


Female
25
Arabian x Saddlebred
Homeless
Heterosexual

#2

Aeoloni


As the warm evening breeze stirred the woman's brilliant red hair, and the small purple dragon sat perched atop her shoulders, Aeoloni explored the town. She could sense the buzz of life here, the hubub of the people going about everyday life. She could hear the buzz of crickets and cicadas in the air, and the scent of food cooking in someone's hearth reached her nostrils. There was a sense of joy about the place, relief perhaps. A new empress sat upon the throne, and that meant life for the residents of the land. No more would the world be upturned, at least not in the way it was, no, there would be a sense of reorganization, or order, justice. Of course, right now, they were all fantasies, the Lady Nelanryn had yet to prove her worth as empress, but for now, there was hope.

Hearing the banging of a hammer on metal, the woman turned towards the noise. She could smell the acrid burning of metal, even taste it on her tongue. It was the workings of a forge, and with that, her attention was piqued.

Just as she was nearing the building, the banging stopped. He must be taking a break. The door was open, however, so she took that as her leave to pop her head in, her long red curls bouncing with the motion. She was not shy, and she wasn't like she was entering someone's home, or pushing past a closed door. "Hello," she said, lips turned upwards in a kind smile. "I couldn't help but notice the sounds and smells of a forge, mind if I ask what you're working on?" Moving herself past the door, she let herself in slowly, as she observed the man. He was tall and of strong stature, and had a young visage. Though she was terrible at guessing age, she put him somewhere in his twenties. He seemed to have a serious face, but it didn't seem evil.

"Aeoloni Speaks"
Aeoloni Thinks
"Alahna Speaks"

Word Count: 330
Muse: 10/10
Notes: Sword time!
Eon

There are no wrong turnings.
Only paths we had not known
we were meant to walk.
aeoloni
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played by Angie
Vata


Male
21
Equine/Percheron x Tersk horse
Homeless
Bisexual

#3

Eon


Looking down at the sword he had just finished Eon seemed pleased with himself so after a moment of rest he was on his feet once more. Picking up the sword he moved to place it in a wooden back on a shelf nearby and made a mental note to bring it to its owner in the coming days. He had been paid a good commission for the weapon and didn’t want to keep his clients waiting. Though at the current moment he was sure they were asleep as not many stayed up this late. Or so he thought as he heard a voice calling into his area. Listening to the voice without turning to see who it was he could tell it was a woman, and that it wasn’t one of his sisters. By her words he could tell that she was a curious type, or at the very least nosy.

Taking a deep breath he silently let it out as he turned to face the women. “Greetings lass.” He said as he finally turned to look upon the women. She was tall, but at the same time smaller then himself which was to be expected in all honesty for he was a rather large man. “Forging.” He simply replied. She had asked what he was doing and he told her. Though as he studied for a moment he spoke again giving a little more detail than just the simple single word. “I had just finished a project for a client. A nice sword, a bit flashy, but it is what the gentlemen wanted.” He said picking up the sword and spinning it in her hands for a moment before holding it up for her to see. After a moment or two he quietly turned to put it back down in the box before turning back to her.

“Name is Eon, and this is my family’s blacksmith.” He said taking off his gloves and placing them on the shelf next to the box he had just put the sword in. Looking around it wasn’t much, but it had all he needed and worked. Eon wasn’t rich, nor was his family a super famous blacksmiths family, but they made do. Life was busy, hard, simple and in his eyes prefect.

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played by Hoofbeats
Wilder


Female
25
Arabian x Saddlebred
Homeless
Heterosexual

#4

Aeoloni


Hearing his kind greeting, Aeoloni thought that perhaps he was simply just the quiet type. His simple answer before elaborating led her to believe that, and she smiled quietly as he continued. It was not often that she was called "lass" but she took no insult. Being immortal had it's advantages and disadvantages. No one ever knew simply how long you had been around because you always appeared at the height of your youth, even if it had been millennia since the last time you actually kept rough track of your age. It was a dilemma she had found to happen more often than nought on Caeleste, and it happened here. It made sense so she simply shrugged it off rather than flaunting how old she really was.

Listening intently she watched as he swung the sword in his hands. She could tell by the way he handled it, that he must have at least a little experience with the sword, and it appeared well made and balanced in his hands. It had been some time since she had carried a real material sword. By nature she bore an equine form most the time, and here was the first time in centuries that she used the human one with some consistency. "It does look very ornate, but it's not how it looks, rather how it's made," she said with a smile. "and by the way it moves in your hands, it must be very well made indeed."

Smiling again, her blue eyes wrinkling slightly around the edges, she gave a faint dip of her head. "And I'm Aeoloni, the dragon's name is Alahna. It's a pleasure to meet you." Reaching her hand forward in greeting, she thought it odd how it was a human custom. It was much different as a horse, but she had no intention of being rude in her human form. It was simply not her way. She believed in respecting all unless someone did something to lose her respect. After that it was a cold distance and total ignorance... at least until they attacked... then they would get a bit more than they bargained for.

"It seems like a nice place. Small and quaint, but with good work." Giving a faint pause and watching him quietly, still just from inside the door, she spoke again. "It's been quite some time since I held a sword in my hand, but out of curiosity, would you be open to taking an order, and showing examples of your work?" It was a simple question, but she never thought it hurt to ask. She was not one to be shy, but rather thought it best to speak her mind, and ask questions when they arose. The worst he could say was "no."

"Aeoloni Speaks"
Aeoloni Thinks
"Alahna Speaks"

Word Count: 462
Muse: 10/10
Notes: Sword time!
Eon

There are no wrong turnings.
Only paths we had not known
we were meant to walk.
aeoloni
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