“Within you is a great potential. A potential for good, perhaps. Or bad. I have seen both in my years. I feel it, though. You will become greater than even I. Will you use it for good or evil?”
- the words of Elise Sierra Ciare, spoken to Katya Alokhin

Titanus Pallas was the only son of the Pallas family who ruled alongside the other Channelers in the captial city of Olympias, a massive city with skylines piercing the clouds. Born at the end of the 5th Age, Pallas grew up in a world where channellers were at the height of their dominance and power. From Olympias they ruled the world. With the use of Gateways and Portal Stones, it was easy to keep the populace in check.

His childhood was unremarkable. Until the Power manifested itself, the children of the Gods learned the history of their ancestors and of the duty of governance they would one day assume. Pallas was particularly enthralled with the annals of history which recorded the feats of the Age of Heroes, and aspired to become a strong and just ruler. He was also keenly interested in the fragments of history that mentioned a time when a great darkness lay across the world. However, little history was preserved from that era and the true nature of the darkness had been forgotten.

Pallas did not spark naturally. At the age of 22, the Power echoed and was brought out by his parents. Under the tutelage of Megamedes, his father, Pallas spent half a century learning the mysteries of the One Power. He was a competent student but excelled at nothing in particular. In this period, he married the Lady Atharen at the age of 30. His studies suffered for it as he payed more attention to his family who he adored. Together the couple had seven children. Kratos, the eldest, Selene, Nike, Bia, Eos, Zelos and the youngest, Athene.

Two hundred and twenty years after their union, Atharen died giving birth to Athene.

The child was the last gift his wife gave to him, and Athene looked exactly like her mother. Thus, Pallas doted on his youngest daughter.

As he had no Talents or great affinity for any area in particular, he served as a minor official in Olympias for a century.

At the age of 172, his parents died in a dispute between a rival family, and Pallas was left to govern the estate. As the head of an influential family, Pallas was thrust into the middle of Olympias' political spectrum. He held one of the highest offices of the realm, serving as a Governor of Auriga, a province in the heartlands of the Pantheon, partly because of the power he now held as the head of his family and partly because of his tenure as an official in the capital.

The city of Capella, a city renown for the fierce storms that brewed in it's mountainous peaks, served as Pallas' home for the next 200 years. In this time, tensions began rising amongst the channelling rulers. A group of young men and women rose to prominence in the capital who began stirring the currents of political stability.

Pallas in his capacity avoided the early stages of the conflict, taking no interest in upstarts. It was in these years he started to change. Early in his 200 year reign of Auriga, he spent a great deal of time investigating the mysteries that intrigued him in his youth. He poured over the histories and learned much of the Fourth Age, and even pieces of the fabled Third Age, however, it was never enough.

However, it was enough to give him avenues to explore. Not a natural Dreamwalker himself, Pallas entered Tel'Aran'Rhoid physically and under the guidance of his daughter, Selene, attempted to seek further answers to the question of what the dark past that had been insinuated in the histories actually was.

The more time he spent in the World of Dreams, the more his demanour changed. This change took centuries to manifest. It was not until his 193rd year of governing Auriga that these changes became noticable to his family and friends. He had become harder and more cynical. Most notably, he was increasingly sure that a dark haze hung upon his heart.

At this point, he went even further. He sought out the Tower of Ghenjei. In this Age, few used the famous Tower, those who did rarely returned, and those that did said nothing except to warn others from following in their footsteps. Determined and prepared for the challenge - as he had discovered much of the workings of the Tower in his search - he entered.

Pallas was in the Tower for a month in total. Multiple times he was almost destroyed by the tricks of the Aelfinn and Eelfinn, but eventually he found his way to the Chamber of Bonds, where the Finns were forced to abide by the mysterious covenant that had been established with mankind. Here he asked three questions:

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1) Who am I?

2) What is the darkness in my heart?

3) How can I remove it?

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1) You are Pallas, son of Megamedes, heart of battle and the twisted blade. Betrayed and Traitor, he who brings war to the world.

2) An ancient oath, a shadow bound but ever waiting! We shall speak no more!

3) None can change what never happened to them. Time is an arrow, the way is forward. Beware the Three, a Great Storm brews!

Dunno if anyone pays attention but the Mythos blog has a new creature, there are several more plot blog posts...

And if you have facebook you REALLY should like the First age so you can see all that new stuff pop up!

Haha. Damien is a dick. Elias doesn't seem so bad now eh?

Been fun. Had no idea this would turn into such a thing.

So I was wondering what was the policy here on solo threads, meaning a post that you just do yourself. I'm pretty sure I've seen a few of them with a person going back and forth between their own alts, but I don't think I've seen anyone by themselves. I ask because I want to have Cain do a little practicing with the power. I could of course just have it happen off screen and mod it, but I'd like to have it posted somewhere so that I can reference it and go back to review what he should and shouldn't know.

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When she emerged at all, it was almost as though she were translucent. Her existence shrank to the blink of an eye. And how often she awoke here in tears! The dread followed, a thread that tied her to her other self, and in her flashes of cognisance she began to worry.

Something had shifted, and slowly the tendrils of it pushed into Nimeda's world. She tried to follow the insidiousness back to its source - to try and contact her Other for the first time in aeons.

It only seemed to make her snatches of consciousness more fleeting. Until finally Nimeda began to panic.

Who could help?

Her first thought was Little Bird, Little Bird. Jon Little Bird. He would help, she knew that deep in her ancient roots, with a warmth and familiarity that she could not explain. But she also knew - and remembered! What novelty! - that her other self feared him, and fear was the thorny problem. Nimeda could not take the risk of making things worse. They were separate, she and the Other, but intrinsic to each other.

There was the girl she sometimes watched. Mundane dreams, to be sure, but how fondly she lingered anyway. But the girl could not walk freely in Nimeda's world, and there was no guarantee that she would remember or take seriously a dream.

Who did that leave? This turning was still young, and so many of the familiar faces slept or wandered in ignorance.

How she longed for a father's guidance. A name on the tip of her tongue, then lost to darkness.

There had to be someone else.

The thoughts that formed this plan were fragmentary. Strewn out over long distances. Wound together so desperately. It was the yellow eyes of the wolves that sometimes watched her that finally stirred the idea.

Calvin. The wolfbrother. Hardly an acquaintance, really, but Nimeda knew where to find him.

More time passed while she searched for his dream. Each snatched second precious.

Until she found him.

Damien is using the OP to hide his identity. Marcus knows this and sees through this (I'm assuming I only skimmed the threads I missed this weekend)... Marcus mentions that Damien's presence would have been noted.

We've had the discussion already that OP threads weaves etc can't be seen by camera's and tech. So in theory would they see Manix as Manix when he was disguising himself? Same with Damien?

It's not a physical transformation but how far do we go into the fact that camera's can't see weaves...

A camera can see fireballs as it's a physical manifestation of power. How does the mask of mirrors and other such illusions translate to the camera?

Since we have many writers who write for multiple characters, I thought this might be a handy reference for new members (especially for marrying up characters with their chat handles).

Note: Some people are open about who they write, and some choose to keep it to themselves - either way is fine. It's up to the individual player if they want to make it known or not. Likewise, some people use the chatroom and some don't, so this won't be an exhaustive list. Those people who stick to writing one character and also use chat tend to use that character's name. I can't think of any exceptions, but if there are I will add them to the list.

I have added ALL characters, including retired, deceased, PPC (part time) and inactive.

If you want to be added to the list, post below. Also any amendments, in case I get anything wrong.

Characters: Ascendancy, Daiyu, Danika, Julie Reed, Lawrence Monday, Patricius I, Seven, Kemala, Grym, Colette Moreau, Kaelan, Carter de Volthström, Daniil, Matias, Quillon Hawke, Luminar (Theron Finnegren), Nora Saint-Clair, Daphne Du Cadeau
Chat handle: Ascendancy or Asc or Nik

Characters: Hood, Drayson, Jacques.
Chat handle: NumberTwo

Characters: Jaxen Marveet, Dane Gregory (deceased), Jay Carpenter, Evelyn, Ryker, Tristan, Andre DuBois, Adrian Kane, Kiyohito, Zixin, Maksim Marveet, Sámiel, Ezvin Marveet, Zholdin Gregorovich, Narariy Moroz, Ozymandius Kassim, Marek 
Chat handle: Jax or Jaxen, Jay or Jai, or Ryker

Characters: Thalia, Tehya, Oriena, Natalie Grey, Soren, Asha, Morven, Raffe, Tenzin, Sesuna, Vena (PPC), Nhysa, Zhenya, Ekeziel, Eidolon, Kota, Noémi Jourdain, Visha, Helena Asquith, Sofia Vasilieva, Esper, Nesrin Aziz, Gideon, Bastian, Lore Dearborn, Calliope (Callista Haart), Lucien, Jia Xin Kao, Lalitha Vero, Eve, Faith
Chat handle: thal 

Characters: Michael Vellas, Tony, Damien.
Chat handle: MV

Characters: Ayden, Sierra, Alex (PPC), Nox, Dorian, Ilesha, Sage, Methos, Tan Li, Cruz, Yun, Xander, Jerry, Ilesha, Sterling, Angelicka, Allan, Zephyr, Roza Vas, Jacob, Ashton, Hayden, Mia Wolf, Cade, Sasha, Eliot, 
Deceased characters: Vladmir, Katya, Aurora,  Borovsky, Aria
Chat handle: Nox

Characters: Giovanni Cavellli, Calvin, Pytor Grigory, Jared Vanders, Emily Shale, Enrique, Elyse, Anton, Kiriena, Anna Rodriquez, Rachel Shale, Cor, Marisol, Edwin, Marta, Cadence, Claude Saint-Clair, Tatyana, Anita, Elend, Casey, Ghost
Deceased Characters: Yoshimura
Chat handle: Gio

Characters: Connor Kent, Marcus DuBois, Ivan Sarkozy, Jacinda, Beto, Regus (Armande Nicodemus), Mikhail, Idris, Rena, Liv, Jarissa, Jaap
Deceased Characters: Lucas, Sebastian
Chat handle: ck or bas

Character: Katya Alokhin
Chat handle: Tamy

Character: Victoria Wolff
Chat handle: justinkayce

Characters: Jon Little Bird, Yuri Obrechennyy, Katchina Makawee, Gwendolyn Peterson, Noah Crow's Eye, Toni Perez
Chat Handle: jlb or Jon Little Bird

Characters: Nolan Trace, Seth Marx, Andrew Koehler, Carolyne Weber
Chat Handle: Trano, Freedom, Liberty (or any of their character names, often at the same time)

Characters: Cain Belasis,
Chat Handle: Cain

Characters: Akantha, Zoya Bocharov, Camila
Chat Handle: Zo

Characters: Nika, Akari 
Chat Handle: Nika

Characters: Aiden Finnegan, Rowan Finnegan, Siobhan West, Meera Alam
Chat Handle: Aiden Finnegan

Characters: Lih, Nina
Chat Handle: Lih

Characters: Alistair James
Chat Handle: Alistair


Also, if you're a social media-ite, there's the facebook page and the Twitter one too.

Being shot had sucked. He wished for Aurora's healing talent by the time he finished the care at the Atharim Infirmary. It had required stitches and a lot of burn cream thanks to the cauterization he'd done himself, but at least he hadn't bled to death from it with the amount of time it took to seek care.

Nox had brought home yet another stray - Cain was a decent enough man and Nox had a soft spot for people a little down on their luck. Aurora would say it was just strays he had a soft sport for - she was probably right. Nox sighed. He missed his sister. She had been his everything before Moscow. They hadn't gotten along all the time, but she was his sister. His world was broken without her. The only bright side to things was he still had Aria - not his sister by blood more by choice now. But it wasn't the same. The bond he'd shared with Aurora was missing.

While he'd been hunting with Dane and Cain a strange text had arrived on his wallet. With a little bit of research Nox realized it was the cop Atharim they'd met when the warehouse blew to kingdom-come. He wanted to meet. Nox sighed - he was having far too many of these meetings without Aria. He wasn't sure he liked this.

Nox replied the morning before he left to go hunting with Elyse Sorry for the delay been hunting. Going hunting again. Tomorrow? Send me time and place and I'll be there. Something public and with lots of people. You better not be setting me up. I don't want to have to defend myself. He didn't wait for Dorian's before loading up his wallet with the mapping software.

Nox had sent a text to Elyse yesterday to have her meet him at a location near the Market, someplace loitering while waiting wouldn't look out of place but still close enough to a tunnel entrance that they could slip in easily. He was mentally going over the gear he had with him. He couldn't use his gift, so he had a cross bow, his old go-to weapon. He was also packing two handguns and and a few flash bangs, just in case they got in deep shit. But if they got in deep shit Nox wouldn't let anything happen if he could prevent it - Atharim or not, he wasn't going to die because of their stupid rules.

Nox had grabbed a pair of landwarriors for his and Dane's hunt and hoped Elyse had her own. They weren't as good as his last set, Aria hadn't had time to get the latest and greatest from her source. And she wouldn't give him the details. She claimed it was so he'd have a reason to keep her around. Which was mostly a joke - he hoped.

Nox made sure he was 20 minutes early to calm his frazzled nerves. Nox paced back and forth once he got to the meeting point. He was still freaking out. Why the hell had he said he'd cook for Elyse, or take her dancing. He didn't date girls yet it had felt completely natural. Nox stopped his nervous pacing and embraced his power as he leaned against the wall. Just because he was with another Atharim didn't mean he wasn't going to use every advantage he could. He focused on the call of the power and the struggle to keep the black light in his grasp while he waited. It was oddly soothing as he let his power extend into the earth while he waited. Something felt oddly familiar and strangely like home in the mere extension of his power into the ground beneath him. He hoped he didn't have to wait long for Elyse, he wasn't sure how long this new found peace would last.

Rachel was coming over. Cruz was elated and having a panic attack. What if she figured out why he was sick? What would she do? What would his father do? Ivan had said to keep practicing, but the moment he'd texted Rachel he couldn't touch the source of his power it kept slipping through his fingers.

There was a knock at the door and Cruz rushed to straighten his room from the disheveled (<del>decapitated </del>- so not the word) state it had become while he'd been sick. Not that he expected to bring Rachel to his room - but, it was the idea of her seeing his room a mess if she did.

Cruz could hear Pavlo walking to answer the door and he shut the door to his room with a loud bang as he heard Pavlo open the ugly wooden door for Rachel. Cruz tried not to look paniced as he raced down the stairs to greet her. "I got this Pavlo. I'm sure you've better things to do." Cruz turned to Rachel with a wide smile. "Come on in, Rachel." Cruz didn't know whether to hug her or kiss her. He hated feeling uncertain but there was so much to think about with this new found ability and the revelation about his father. He didn't even want to think about that.

Cruz offered to take Rachel's coat and escorted her into the study - the least offensive room in the house. He couldn't wait for his mother to get her hooks into the decor. He was certain his father felt the same way. "Can I get you something to drink?"


Edited by Dorian, Jul 28 2016, 01:31 PM.