|
I'll think of something soon. Something I've never done before. Hopefully.
|
#
¿
Sep 3, 2014 09:29
|
|
|
|
| # ¿ Apr 28, 2024 14:08 |
|
|
 Natalie Del Rey Sirocco is my city. I own it, and I'm going to bring it back to its former glory. I don't think you understand my meaning. You see, before the tumultuous times, I was known as Anat of Sirocco, heir to the Mediterranean fortune that was built by the ancient legacies of Rome and Egypt and carried to the new world on the wind that now bears my name, and hence the name of this now-humbled town where I was laid to rest. I was brought by divine wings to expand the mighty empire that bore me, and expand I did, creating many great wonders in the process of my reign until someone decided my reign was too long. In reality, it had only been three years since I broke ground, but the concept of small beginnings must mean nothing. Alas, my kingdom was besieged by foul storms that drove me into the ocean where I have rested ever since. Who could have guessed that such a storm would raise me from the depths and allow me to take back what is rightfully mine? Perhaps it was fate, or some other misdoing, but here I stand ready to restore my namesake and my glory. Let the storms come. I shall blow them all away. quote:Empress Anat Alanis Delphine Sirocco Joan Castalia  It's very unfortunate when one's name is the same as a tragic hurricane. However, it is only fitting that a hurricane is named after someone as cruel as Joan. You see, this fair-faced nymph acted as a prophet where there was none, telling me visions of greatness and wealth as long as I kept her springs free of refuse. As a tribute for her good deeds, I diverted a small portion of her waters to fill a grand fountain in her honor. She was quite pleased, and we became "friends" as one might call it. Then one morn she informed me of a great fall. I thought I had understood her intentions. I thought she was out to kill me. In response, I ordered my servants to dam her spring completely, running her life dry in the process. When the deed was done, she clasped my hands in hers one final time and gave me the most puzzling look before her body turned to dust in the gales of the great and terrible storm that formed overhead. I retreated to the lower dungeons, where a massive flow surged through the walls of my palace, knocking me unconscious and allowing me to drown. It seems fate has it for us to either make amends or reignite the fires of rivalry. From the looks of things, the lands upon which I laid claim were doomed to suffer from annual batterings by the gods in the form of that storm which ruined me. However, a delightful twist of fate has given me a chance to redeem myself. In one long breath, Hurricane Joan made her namesake's spring burst forth, the spring waters dripping on my former corpse. Some divine spell returned my spirit to the earth, allowing me to retake my palace from below. Parnassus (Casino)  The building that once housed my wealth was bled dry and refitted to bleed mortals of their meager coinage. Iron boxes were strewn about my court with the purpose of devouring these "American" notes, but had been purged by groundlings some time before. Nevertheless, my pillars now stand on solid ground and my throne was dry as day. The squatters still make trips now and again to loot me of my riches, but I have ways of driving them back. Joan was nowhere to be found, but her life stems from the springs that babbles into my fountain which still flows freely. I can't imagine what she could be planning now that her earthly vessel flows with life. Double May Care fucked around with this message at 04:41 on Sep 4, 2014 |
|
#
¿
Sep 4, 2014 01:03
|
|
|
AdjectiveNoun posted:Natalie: Obviously I am naught but one person (albeit surrounded by an aura of wealth and power). The first thing I shall do is renovate my palace. Much of it had been washed out, but someone had thankfully opened the "modern" vault (which, in its advanced state, remained perfectly dry) in the first moments of my second life. I dealt with them accordingly and returned the currency to my own personal vault from eons past. No mortal had found it yet, though its former glory was still corrupted from storms innumerable. After that, I shall amass a task force capable of extending my will on the city. People who have sculpted themselves for no ruler but for their own betterment. Fools who could not amount to any scrap of power except to drag stones for a higher power such as myself. Although anarchy seems to be beneficial for the one, every day becomes a fight for survival. I will present to them shelter in the form of my palace, and safety in the form of its traps (once covered with molded carpets and rotting wood, but preserved for "historical" reasons). When my power has reached a suitable high, I'll confront Castalia. If she does not see the bounty of my new reign, I'll have to return her to the unlife once again. This sequence of events is important, you see, because I doubt she'd help me on the outset. I'd need at least a shade of my former glory to convince her, I'd imagine. Once my army has consumed the populace, I will rebuild their meager shelters and allocate land to those I deem worthy. I shall still be the monarch, of course, but I've learned from the reign of many of my peers that people respect a giving ruler, one who does not hold absolute power. As I expand I'll assign council members that I trust, perhaps take one as a husband, then invite one or two to the bedchamber to try their luck. (I write the laws; thus, I deem my promiscuity to be quite lawful.) It's what you call, hmm, a textbook example. Very basic stuff.
|
|
#
¿
Sep 5, 2014 23:13
|
|
|
AdjectiveNoun posted:Natalia: I didn't used to fear for my position. Of course, that was back when I thought I was invincible. Now I know I need to prove myself invincible before the gods will see me as such. Saying such without the power to back it up just makes me a subject of divine irony. I see all who deny my rule as a threat. To those who say I am not giving, I give what they want. Food, water, money, or perhaps some opium to loosen their minds to my bidding. If they are especially deserving, I may be forced to treat them to something of mine nothing in this life cycle has yet to experience. I think you understand my meaning. Then of course there are those who bare fangs to match their mewling. They are who I assassinate, though obviously I won't be staining my immaculate hands with the blood of a rebel. Instead, I'll ask for a desperate hand, one who's need has driven them to murder. They are easily manipulated by material gain, and in this town they are plentiful. I am also equipped for negotiation, if they would rather I change my policies to suit them instead of rise against me. Perhaps I'm a bit antiquated and needing to change some of the smaller aspects of my rule. I'm willing to lend an ear and a hand. I'm not all that cruel. I just know my place in this world, and that is the top.
|
|
#
¿
Sep 8, 2014 22:37
|
|
|
Thanks dear, Nown.quote:Grace: quote:Euphemia: Silly girl doesn't know who she's talking to. quote:Cassie: quote:Someone has accepted their place at your feet. Take a string on them. Errand boy's such a cruel term. I merely saw her usefulness while I was out and decided to employ her. I told her I'd compensate her time with a sample of my riches, but she just really wants this pelt back doesn't she? I've told her to find the source of Castalia's spring and look for a woman with black hair and garbed in blue. That's going to be Joan without a doubt. Once she reports back to me, I'll... Oh, sorry, lost my train of thought. quote:You see someone as a threat to your position. Give them a string on you. I swear Eve, you get on my nerves sometimes. quote:If you have a soulmate, each of you take a string on the other. Let's keep Joan our little secret, to be addressed at a later time, hmm? She's nowhere to be found, at least not yet, and I'd much rather address the basilisk in the room. Double May Care fucked around with this message at 20:36 on Sep 10, 2014 |
|
#
¿
Sep 10, 2014 19:41
|
|
|
Cassie, you swim around entirely too much. You're bound to catch Cold.
|
|
#
¿
Sep 11, 2014 19:13
|
|
|
|
| # ¿ Apr 28, 2024 14:08 |
|
|
I'm cutting back on forum activity to focus on schoolwork/workwork, but I so wanted Anat to work... Sorry. Real life wins.
|
|
#
¿
Oct 26, 2014 00:53
|
|