(OOC Note: Gaera Current Period:1310 is the "Modern Day" Current Gaera we rp in right now, the others mentioned are alternate worlds and/or alternate time periods. Just so there is no confusion.)
The Different strands of Time and Space. Different Eras, Different Worlds. Each very unique in their own way.
It's a Fragile Chain that keeps everything together. These act as gateways, to different parallels, alternate universes, each one different from the last. Sometimes it is an event that opens or triggers some different possibilities, while others remain the same.
Few know the true knowledge and possibilities of these "chains". Some simply travel between worlds, silently observing. Others use this to escape certain dilemnas or catastrophic events.
Others have more darker agendas and ideas in mind, to use this Stream, this chain of worlds to their advantage.
Thus at certain times, the fate of all Time and Space rests in the hands of a select handful of chosen warriors. These "Chosen Ones", are destined to save this fragile Continuum... by any means neccessary.
The select few, unknown of their roles, will not have too much longer to wait...
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Chapter 1: The Chosen
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Gaera period: 1360
Watchtower
Dawn
In the Watchtower, The Guardian Ash Fanrico sat in his favorite chair, in what some would recognize as a living room. Not much had happened since The Corination of Queen Elle, and the Cyber Ork Assault on Old Doma.
He had kept a closer eye on things happening in the world he swore to protect. Especially on his adopted daughter...
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Narshe
Dawn
Sammi Fanrico awoke from her slumber. She had been not as busy as she would have liked to have been these past few weeks. She laid there in bed, listening to the steam machines of Narshe turn and rotate outside. A small draft was coming in through her window. But she had grown past caring for this sort of thing long ago, one gets used to the cold after a while.
She wasn't dressed in much, a loose fitting sleeveless night shirt, and some undergarmets. Besides the small draft, the rest of her home was warm, due to the work of the machines.
She got up from her bed and looked out towards the snowy landscape of her town. Her father's chocobo, Amarant II was sleeping near the foot of the stairs leading to their house. The poor thing hadn't seen much action since her father had left.
She walked out her room and towards the living quarters, past her father's room. The room she kept locked, and only Riggs at times used the bed, but everything else was untouched. Cept for maybe a few pieces of armor or weaponry.
She sat in the chair she had seen her father sit in many times. It was the most comfortable chair in the house. She knew this was usually the only time she had to think of her father, and to have some time to herself. Her love Riggs was still at the Reconstruction of Old Doma, working to restore it. They had reached the halfway point just a week ago.
She then thought back to that night in Old Doma, the final assault on the Emperor Merr. The final assault to liberate Doma from his cruel grasp.
IM:
It will take a long time still till they are done. The assault decimated much of the city.
She eventually got lost in thought and drifted asleep, resting her father's chair.
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Gaera Current period:1310
Noon
Doma
The city streets of Doma, as usual, they were busseling with life. Trade, Shopping, Transactions, and Business seemed to be the main subject in the streets. While there were those who were walking to work, or returning home, or had just arrived from another kingdom or town.
In front of the
Kotoki's Bar & Inn,the warrior Ash Fanrico was feeling more relaxed, as he walked towards his home. It was his day off, the King had recommended it. He was having a little conversation with his love, the darling Christydia.
"I'm so glad Charles gave you the day off. Now we can spend some time together." said his love as she snuggled up to him. Ash chuckled, "You and me both." he said as he placed an arm around Christydia. Ash grinned, it feels good when things go your way at times. They headed into the Inn.
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Gaera Current Parallel, period:1310
Doma Kingdom
Nightfall
The Ork Barrel Inn Pub unusually quiet, the usuals were there, but not much else. It was known for it's low prices, good service, and excellent cooking. It used to be the best kept secret in Doma.
A young man was sitting at the bar. From first glance, the youth, in appearance, would be immediately recognized as an elf. But upon further investigation, those who were interested would learn that this man was a half-breed. Half Man-Half Elf, and he was alot older than he looked.
The person had long brown, unkept hair. He also had on a long Dark Green robe. A gift, he would say, from his mother. He wore, Dark Gray Combat Boots, the choice boots of his father. His ears pointed out from underneath his hair. His Dark Green pants seemed to almost go with his robe, but were a shade darker. He sported a small, trimmed goatee/beard mix.
His name was Antaries, Antaries Fanrico. Son of the Legendary Warrior Ash Fanrico, and the Elven warrior Yarrie. Of his parents, only Yarrie is still alive.
He had just finished his latest mug of ale. The orkish bartender, Grom, had made it on the house, since the two of them knew each other. Antaries sat there for a moment, flipping a coin around between his thumb and index finger.
By the usual customers, I meant orks. Most came on their way towards Riva, and the town of Grargh. Although his father and his grandfather did not like orcs at all, Antaries had a few orkish friends here and there. Mostly from his trips around the world.
He soon stood up to go head towards his room at one of the local Inns. He was supposed to be training his student.
Edited by: Ash Fanrico at: 10/8/02 8:04:44 pm