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Y
ou don't know how you arrived here. What you remember of your past is foggy at best. All you know for certain now, is that you were chosen for a journey you didn't ask for. You arrive in Providence in a ruined keep on a hill. Here, you discover a single token of help: a Ring of Power. It calls to you, and brings out a power and potential you may not have known you ever had. There is an unknown force that threatens to consume this world. You have been tasked by a mysterious entity, only known as the 'Benefactor', to stop this force of destruction. But how you go about that is very much up to you.

Providence RP is a "people-with-powers" roleplay that focuses on exploring a chaotic world and making the unknown known. It is a world of imagination and strength of will, where belief and expectation play a major role in shaping reality itself.

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Atash
 Posted: Aug 10 2016, 03:12 PM
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played by MoralHazard
302 posts
20 years old
C-Rank Leader
Atash
Characters • Essence of Flame


The crack of the flames and the groan of timber could be heard throughout Providence.

No one had seen the flames start the night before, and, although the building was near the center of town, they had not been seen or heard until they were well built up, too late to be easily put out, racing through wooden timbers and floors and leaving behind charred waste. They leapt from building to building, reaching out hungrily for the nearest neighbors and swallowing up what they found.

Atash had seen them, heard them, felt them from the kitchens at the Inn. She had brought her cloak that morning, against the cold chill of the dawn, and swirled it on in a single fluid motion, leaving behind the dough she was kneading and heedless of her flour-covered hands.

"Atash, you can't - " the voice was swallowed by the closing of the door as Atash stepped onto the street, walking evenly but not slowly towards the blaze. She didn't hesitate at the base of the building, stepping inside despite the enormity of the fire, and making her way towards its heart. Her clothing burnt up instantly, and her shoes melted off her feet, leaving behind blazing footprints seared into what yet remained of the floor.

Atash began to breathe, in and out, conscious of the enormity of the flame, the magnitude of it. Her eyes flamed into blue, and the fire shifted, yearning towards her and away again, growing and shrinking in time with her breaths as her body became itself flame, the fire creeping from her eyes and fingertips to swallow her whole.

((OOC: All right! To participate in the story, your character needs to be somewhere inside the burning building, which is roughly in the middle of the town. This can have happened deliberately or accidentally; pretty much anything goes! If you want to discuss details, find me via PMs or on discord. Next update in one week(ish).))

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Matias Ferre
 Posted: Aug 10 2016, 09:34 PM
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played by Amemarteau
251 posts
22 years old
C-Rank Leader
Matias Ferre
Characters • Blacksmith


Fire safety was perhaps not on the Stewardess’s itinerary when she built this village. Or perhaps, just perhaps, Atash herself seemed to draw fire to her. It was only after Matias met Atash that he had the woeful opportunity to be stuck in two burning buildings in short order.

Why he was out of his home overnight was of little relevance. Simply that as the morning sun arrived, the glow of the fire pre-empted it. The heat that pulled him awake was not of sunlight, and the smell was far from a good morning meal.

Before he could even think to jump out of the window, the glass had already shattered from the fire engulfing it. He was invariably trapped, and caught up in a panic of where to go. He found no one else in this small suite, no one to even pretend he was under control of himself, and frantic shaking overtook him.

He could really use Atash right around now.
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Ryan Teksa
 Posted: Aug 11 2016, 12:24 AM
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played by Taurus
344 posts
21 years old
C-Rank Leader
Ryan Teksa
Characters • Knight of Flame


It was Ryan's nature to involve himself in problems, and problems of fire were those he was drawn towards most of all. He'd seen the blaze first, heard the cries of the people second, and had burst into the building by the third instant. There were people in here, this was different to before. He'd have to get them out. There was no other question.

The fire swirled around him, directed and pushed aside. Creating fire was natural for him, directing it simple. Quashing it though, that was something he had always had difficulty with. He could push the flames around him however he wished, but to stamp them out, that was no easy thing. And not this volume, never this volume.

There was someone cowering in a room with flames sealing the door. Ryan pulled the flames away and all but ripped the door open, yelled out to them and showed them the path he'd opened. He was moving again the moment they were through the exit. How many in here? How many could he save?

This room was too far in - Ryan shoved a surge of flames out the window, clearing out the broken glass, then instructed the trapped occupant to jump right out. So what if it was a long fall, safer than the flames. They took the point and took their leap. He trusted those on the outside to see them safe.

But really, there was little he could truly do to change this. He might be able to keep the fire off of him, but as it built up further and further there were two real problems. Firstly he couldn't get everyone out nearly as fast as he wanted. Secondly, once the building began to collapse, he wouldn't have a solution for that. So he had to watch his environment, know when to give up on it, and do everything he possibly could until then to save everyone he saw. Seemed about normal for him.

He tore another door off of its hinges, the strength coming from his intensity, the weakness of the wood coming from the flames, and barked an order for those cowering to follow him. He could keep the fire off of three people, though that was a stretch. He could get them out.

After that though, things were rapidly worsening. He'd have to stop soon.

But first he went right back in.
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North
 Posted: Aug 12 2016, 04:01 PM
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played by South
71 posts
16 years old
D-Rank Neophyte
North
Characters • The Freezing Point


North was drifting in the dark, with a familiar warm presence. He tried to open his eyes but it was too much effort. Instead he indulged in the heat. It was a dull beast at first, one could barely feel it at first. The darkness was painted with a hint of orange in the center, North focused on miniature sun in the empty space. It was small enough to fit in his hand. Curious of what this was he drew closer to it. Fitting his hand around it.

The bladed pain forced him into consciousness.

His eyes snapped open and he saw what it was. In his hand was a chunk of burning wood that fell from the roof. His room was nearly engulfed by the flames. North felt his blood freeze in shock of what he just did. Unconsciously he tapped into his ring's power. Immediately a cold explosion erupted around him. Dropping the temperature at least twenty degrees in his heat. Although this didn't completely put out the flames the frost and ice would drench what was left of the flames.

"What's going on?" He whispered. He tried to get up but his hand blazed in pain when he put pressure on it. Swinging his legs off the bed he retrieved his clothes from the drawer next to the bed and quickly changed. He slipped on his blue cloak. It was a strange vestment which nearly covered his entire body. It even had pants attached to it so it was much like a one-suit, except the lower body was covered by a second stiff layer which was similar to a doctor's outfit but longer. Looking around it his whole room was covered in ash and burn marks, it was a miracle that he didn't go up in flames before he woke up.

He tried to open the door to his room but it fell forward when he touched the handle. Behind the burnt wood was an inferno. Malevolent flames covered everything in sight. The heat hit North full blast and he was forced to back away. The smoke started to flood into his room. The white-haired teen was starting to regret putting on winter clothes. I'm going to have to make a run for it, I just hope that none of the exits have been burnt down. North was currently on the second floor and judging by the size of the fire in the hallway this blaze had been going on for quite a while, so he just might have to jump out a window if there were no stairs. Gathering his courage his stepped into the inferno.

The burning ash flew by him as he ran across through the hall. Flames parted when he ran through them The wood treated to break under his thundering steps. North got to the end of the hall when he was forced to take a breath, using the inside of his long-sleeve to try and avoid the smoke.

This isn't good. The stairs had completely fallen apart. It was a dead end.

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Queralta Ibori
 Posted: Aug 16 2016, 12:29 AM
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played by Ross
20 posts
years old
D-Rank Neophyte
Queralta Ibori
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Everything around her burned. What could she do? Fight it, or accept it, it seemed like the end result was inevitable.

Queralta had entered the building with all innocence. She hadn’t had any intention to take part in an inferno. And yet, here she was Life was funny like that sometimes. Every once in a while, a simple day doing errands abruptly transforms into a fight to survive against a hellish blaze.

What could she do? She had been searching for the herbalist’s office. Apparently she was in the wrong building. And apparently she had made many wrong choices today, because when she turned around to return to the street she found herself facing an impenetrable wall of smoke and flame. In a split-second, her daily recitation of the mundane had turned into a life or death situation. Why her? Why here? Why now? The questions rapidly rotated through Queralta’s mind as she found herself contemplating her own mortality. After everything she’d been through, was it her destiny to die in a simple house fire? That just didn’t make sense.

She rushed to the window and peered out desperately out. No, it was too far to jump. She would shatter the majority of the bones in her body. It would be quick, but it would be painful, and a fall from this height would guarantee the end of her life. No, Queralta was better off trying the stairs. She ran to the abscess leading down, a panicked expression twisting her features. How could she make it down? She was trapped.

Feeling the tingles of true deep fear starting to tickle her from all sides, she couldn’t help but let a scream escape from her throat.

“Is anyone out there?! Get me out of here!”

Queralta would be damned if this mundane accident would be the end of her. No, she would survive, no matter what the stakes.

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Eugen Strahoggr
 Posted: Aug 16 2016, 01:48 AM
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played by AmbushCobra
38 posts
17 years old
D-Rank Neophyte
Eugen Strahoggr
Characters • Tyrant Dragon


Irony was not a concept that was lost on Eugen. He appreciated it even. The idea of a dragon, one that ushers froth flames from his jaws, dying in a fire was a hilarious one from the outside. From inside the situation it was… still rather hilarious but annoying as well.

Midnight blue scales protected him from the heat of the flames that consumed the building around him, but that was never the real danger in a fire. Even he needed to breathe, and the smoke the filled the halls was dangerously close to choking the oxygen from his throat. It was just his luck that this was the location his contact would choose for a meeting. Next time he arranged an exchange of services he do some somewhere less flammable.

The dragon smashed through another door way in his search for an exit. In his haste to escape and the resulting frustration from being unable to he made several wrong turns and became lost within the building. If he could find a window through the smoke he could use that to fly out, or a wall that led to the outside when he put his fist through it.

Eugen smashed through another barrier in hopes of feeling the outside air on the other side. Instead he only felt more intense heat from the fire. A growl was followed by a small bit of azure being spat onto the floor to burn alongside the rest of the blaze.

He would be damned if he died like this.
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Atash
 Posted: Aug 16 2016, 07:55 AM
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played by MoralHazard
302 posts
20 years old
C-Rank Leader
Atash
Characters • Essence of Flame


Atash felt herself join the flames around her. She breathed in and they grew, straining upwards; out, and they shifted down and towards her, shrinking ever so slightly.

Atash inhaled again, oxygen flooding the body and feeding the flames that had spread through her. She exhaled and the fire streamed towards her again, tendrils creeping on the floor and trickling into her, her body growing ever so slightly.

There was a rhythm to it, a pattern. Atash's breath stayed slow and smooth and even but the flames - the flames flowed faster and faster, until the tendrils were streaming across the floor towards her, wrapping around her and sinking into her, joining to her, filling her with power like she had never felt.

Atash screamed. The sound was inhuman; there was something still left of her in it, but the noise roared like the fire itself, echoing through the rooms and halls.

The flames leapt up in response, streaking along the floor and walls, through the air. They burst through doors and burnt spots on floors and walls; those trapped inside would find the flames mostly flowed around them, although sometimes too close for comfort.

Atash's scream cut off as she dropped to her knees, shaking, nearly doubled in size, blue eyes bright and burning. The fire in the building was out, utterly gone, just faint embers smoldering in corners here and there. Atash's head fell back, her eyes blazed, her cloak alight but never consumed by the flame -

And the fire burst forth, a faint insubstantial sphere of it, extending out through the entire building. Each of those inside would feel it pass through them, jarring but harmless - and then nothing.

They would awaken to the sound of chanting, the six lying close together on a hard, warm floor of black stone. Perhaps to their discomfort, they were surrounded by a massive circle of flame, its walls so high they could see nothing but each other and the faint gleam of a stone ceiling above.

Atash was human once more, and she rose to her feet, pushing her hood back and looking around. Her eyes lingered on each of her companions, a fraction longer on Matias and Ryan than any of the others.

"Stay behind me," she said, voice still faintly echoing with the crackle of flame. "You are not safe here."

((OOC: please try to post in the next week! Next update is planned for after everyone posts or August 23rd, whichever comes first.))

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Ryan Teksa
 Posted: Aug 16 2016, 01:08 PM
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played by Taurus
344 posts
21 years old
C-Rank Leader
Ryan Teksa
Characters • Knight of Flame


As the storm of fire that had not responded to Ryan's power in the slightest cleared, he was left standing with five others, surrounded by a different flame altogether. For a brief moment his hand was raising, intending to take control of it, but he stopped the moment Atash spoke. No, he took fire too readily. He needed to think more.

This entire situation was completely different to anything else, and the brief intersections he'd had with the memories of others in the past hadn't prepared him to be completely engulfed by this one. He couldn't place it. Not yet.

As the chanting voices surrounded them, Ryan looked at those also brought here, those caught by the flame. Matias, a guy and a girl he didn't recognise, and that goddamn dragon boy. Ryan was half ready to blame him for the fire, but no, if Atash were the one in charge here, it had to have been her. She wouldn't burn down a building without reason either. He needed to calm himself and study the situation.

"Are you okay?" He addressed her directly even as he followed her orders. Low profile outside the six.

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North
 Posted: Aug 17 2016, 12:20 PM
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played by South
71 posts
16 years old
D-Rank Neophyte
North
Characters • The Freezing Point


How much longer can I last? North couldn't see anything around him other than the inferno that devoured the building. He had been breathing through his sleeves to try and filter the ash, and was crouched low to avoid the smoke, though it would seem that it would all be in vain if no one could find him. Then suddenly the flames jumped skyward, he covered his eyes from the intensity, then the next moment it was gone. Daring to open his eyes the entire hallway had been cleared out, completely fire-free. North nearly lept for joy.

Now that he could see where the wood stuck out in spikes, North leapt down careful to avoid impaling himself. Just as he turned 'round the corner he saw a small group outside through the non-existent front doors. Someone was on the ground in pain. He would've ran to them but- Piercing the quiet darkness, another light passed through the building. It went through the wood and through me. Right as it passed me I realized it wasn't light but a sphere of fire. The last thing he saw before being knocked out was an image of being engulfed by flames.

North woke up gasping for air. Around all of them was a giant circle of flames it was still hot but thankfully not anything like the halls. Sitting up he could see five other people. Scanning around his eyes stared a second longer at this one figure with long dark hair. It was a woman. She seems familiar.

He stood up and waited for the others to wake up, sensing things would make a bit more sense when everyone was conscious.
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Matias Ferre
 Posted: Aug 17 2016, 07:16 PM
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played by Amemarteau
251 posts
22 years old
C-Rank Leader
Matias Ferre
Characters • Blacksmith


All he could remember was Atash’s scream. As he re-opened his eyes, after the engulfing sphere of fire, he didn’t recall why any of this happened. Why did Atash scream? Why was he in a fire? Why was… why was he still in a fire, alongside Atash and Ryan and others? Was this a dream?

Matias pinched himself, but nothing came of it. Now, the heat of the wall of flames made themselves noticed to him. He wiped the sweat from his brow, but he knew he would get used to the fire. As long as he stayed near the center, he could handle the same heat he was used to in the foundry.

It was the chanting that bothered him most. This was not Providence. There was no black stone floor, except maybe in the Stewardess’s hall. Matias had visited there more than once however, and he doubted with absolute certainty that the Stewardess had much care for eerie chanting and fire.

“Atash,” Matias immediately came to her. He did not heed her warning, perhaps unwisely, and stood facing her at her side. He didn’t know what was going on. He didn’t know if Atash knew either. But she seemed the least confused…

“What is this, Atash?”
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Queralta Ibori
 Posted: Aug 19 2016, 04:59 PM
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played by Ross
20 posts
years old
D-Rank Neophyte
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When the flames had raced towards her, threatening to engulf her in all her entirety, Queralta had suddenly found her racing panic give way abruptly to somber acceptance. She was going to die in this blaze, and there was nothing she could do about it. Somehow, she remembered she was experiencing curiosity when the flames met her body. She was expected agony and for a second she was sure she could taste it, but instead received

…serenity?

For a moment she was out of her body. The flames were simply echoes, harmless shadows dancing on the edges of her consciousness. Slowly, she became aware of a sound. It was repetitive, musical, and somewhat chilling. Was this some self-reflective vision of a religious rite? Was she on her way to the afterlife? She didn’t expect it to be like this.

And then suddenly the flames were real. Altogether way too real.

Queralta jolted herself to her feet, the dazed dreaminess burned away by the heat surrounding her. She whirled in place, and was horrified to see she was once again trapped by flames. But this was different. She could see nothing but stone underneath her and far above, and the crackling inferno threatening her from every direction she could turn.

Blinking against the choking smoke, she realized she was not alone. Other figures were finding their way to their feet. To Queralta, they were all strangers. The only thing she had in common with them was the fact that they were trapped, and seemingly just as powerless as she was.

And then Queralta laid eyes on her. She stood before them, cloaked in darkness, voice as rich and alive as the flame. Queralta revoked her earlier thought. They were not all equally powerless. This woman was unperturbed by the chaos surrounding her. The healer found her mind racing as she studied the other woman. Who was she? What did she know?

But Queralta had been alive long enough to realize that times like this weren’t the ideal moment for pondering. Not entirely trusting, but not sure if she had any other options, she stumbled and scrambled her way to get close to the others, looking from face to face for any sign of comprehension. It didn’t seem as though anyone else had any other ideas.

“I don’t know who any of you all are, but I’m getting myself out of here, and I’m following the only one who looks like she knows what’s going on.”

Queralta looked at Atash, probing her face for any kind of an explanation.
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Eugen Strahoggr
 Posted: Aug 20 2016, 02:16 AM
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played by AmbushCobra
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17 years old
D-Rank Neophyte
Eugen Strahoggr
Characters • Tyrant Dragon


The movement of the blaze changed. It was a familiar alteration, though Eugen had only seen it once. It signaled the fire dancer’s attempts to quell the inferno that engulfed the building around them.

Then there was the scream and things seemed to change. In an instant he felt a wave of heat and flame pass through his form. It even breeched the protection of his scales and threatened to burn his very core. Then the world was swallowed in darkness and the tyrant found himself opening his eyes once more. This time though the fire was more organized than a wild inferno, and he was with six others.

He could tell immediately that they weren’t in the same location as he sat up and looked around. Eugen dragged his claws against the floor and listened to the resulting scraping noise. It was stone, black stone. There wasn’t anywhere like that in Providence.

Of those present he recognized two. One in particular who he wasn’t at all surprised to see. Who thought to give orders to those around. His eyes fell onto the back of Atash’s form accompanied by a low growl in his throat.

”I’ve no reason to fear fire.” Indignation became evident in his voice. It seemed the dragon took some offense to Atash’s warning, though he made no immediate move to ignore it. ”What is this place? Why did you bring us here?”
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Atash
 Posted: Aug 20 2016, 02:53 AM
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played by MoralHazard
302 posts
20 years old
C-Rank Leader
Atash
Characters • Essence of Flame


"If you do not wish to die," Atash's voice was low, soft and utterly calm, her gaze fixed on Matias, "do not call me by that name here."

She looked at the others for a moment, gazing lingering longest on Queralta. She inclined her head gently to her, a response to her pledge to follow. The chanting outside was climbing in volume. "I know not how or why we are here," Atash said, loud enough to be heard by all, meeting each of their eyes. "But this place I recognize. It is from where I came, before Providence."

The chanting stopped.

Atash said no more, turning out from the others and drawing up her hood, arms folded in front of herself. She recited the same prayer over and over in her mind, focusing on it.

The walls of fire vanished.

They stood in a massive stone-walled cavern, on a raised dais of black stone. Fire glinted along the walls, sparking and reflecting, glowing against the black stone. Before them, close, stood five dark-robed figures, heads bent, fire glowing in their fingertips and in their eyes, five different colors from dark brown to blue almost as bright as Atash's.

Behind them, below the dais, there were at least a thousand more in the cavern, a sea of black-robed figures, all turned towards the stone, their voices fading off into a faint hum. At the sight of the figures on the stage, there was a rustle of movement - but no speaking, nothing louder than the crackle of flame on the walls.

The five before them moved as one, a blazing flame streaking from them towards Atash.

Atash never hesitated, her own head bowed and her hands extended. She seemed to catch the flame; one leg swept out and she spun around, close to the ground, extending the fire out before her, the flames clinging to her skin. She completed the circle, rising back up and thrust her arms straight overhead, the fire surging up from her hands and spreading out, dissipating into the air.

As calm as she had been before, Atash lowered her hands once more, bringing them together in front of her, still perfectly concealed by the hood - but for the flame glowing in her hands and the bright blue flame of her eyes.

Silence reigned once more.

The woman in the center of the five spoke first, the flame in her eyes and hands flaring brightly. "Shakua wa adhmata ba atash!"

The others repeated the chant, once, then louder, again and again. "Shakua wa adhmata ba atash!"

Atash knelt, head bowed forward, the noise washing over her and her companions.

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The six were taken off the stage, quickly enough, ushered into a small bare stone room. The woman who had began the chant followed them in, drawing her hood back. "Sister," she bowed her head to Atash.

Atash drew her hood back as soon, bowing her head in response. "Sister."

"And your companions?" She turned to the others. "You have not given your names to the flame," her eyes lingered longest on Queralta, but she seemed confident in her assessment. "Who are you?"

Atash said nothing, hands clasped before her, letting her companions fend for themselves.
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Ryan Teksa
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 11:38 AM
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played by Taurus
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21 years old
C-Rank Leader
Ryan Teksa
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Once upon a time Atash had called Ryan 'blasphemer'. It had been in the first few moments the two had met, for his ability to control fire had been a deep shock to her. Now here, within her world, Ryan knew fully: if he gripped the flame, there would be more than a mere accusation. Things would be far worse. He resolved to leave the flame be, though he could sense it all the same. At the very least, until things reached a point where he could not help but act.

Now came the hard part. The other five besides Atash here, they were being questioned. What was important? The woman asked if they were Atash's companions with querying tone - so it meant their existence was not meaningless and the possibility of accompanying Atash was real. Secondly, having not 'given their names to the flame', they were oddities. Thirdly, she wanted to know their names. Or, perhaps more importantly, their places. Why they were here.

What was the correct answer? Obviously subordinate to Atash, but how much so? Servants? Ryan wished he'd asked more of her past in the few conversations they'd had before.

"We are assistants in service," Ryan turned slightly to indicate the others as he spoke first, hoped that there was a firmness to his eyes that told them to follow his lead. Moments later he turned back, tilted his head not to mimic the bow of before, but still to offer what he hoped was copying deference and respect. "I am Ryan." Was his name out of place here? He hoped not too much to be unbelievable, at least.
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Matias Ferre
 Posted: Aug 21 2016, 05:59 PM
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played by Amemarteau
251 posts
22 years old
C-Rank Leader
Matias Ferre
Characters • Blacksmith


Atash’s warning left Matias confused, but he did not have the chance to ask again. Not before the wall of fire diminished, revealing a crowd of hundreds and five robed figures on the other side of the obsidian-like dais. Matias had no choice but to comply to her request. Only Atash seemed to have an idea of this place.

He moved back, away from Atash as the five robed shadows approached her. He noticed the same style of cloak on all of them, as well as Atash’s. Was she part of this group, once upon a time? Or… was she still? Where were they?

Matias did not understand the language, but he did understand the word ‘atash’ as they spoke. This must have been the reason to avoid calling Atash ‘atash’. But what did it mean? After the dance of fire, the chanting, the unambiguously religious ceremony he somehow came to center, Matias was more than happy to get off the stage and into a smaller area. He looked to Atash once or twice, but he also avoided her to the point it was almost noticeable.

Relieved to hear them speak a more familiar language, he followed Ryan’s introduction. Matias neither confirmed nor denied being an assistant, uncertain if it was the ‘correct’ response but without any better alternative, “I am Matias.”

He just hoped, maybe, this woman had similar behaviour as Atash. Maybe Matias would still get out of this no worse for wear.
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