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The Ten Radiant Orders

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Haze smiled, looking around the gathering. They were in a natural cave, but it had been repurposed. Fifty Moonborn, along with three Blood Blades, and Haze's closest friend, if he could call anyone that. A Chaos Mage. Of the three Blood Blades, one was his apprentice, and two were another of Haze's apprentices wards. They were thoroughly stuck in the Moonborn Clan. They were here tonight for a gathering. It was time. The Moonborn would make a strike. Haze grinned, looking down at his body, which had given him his name. It continuously shifted skin color, hair and eye color, height and girth. Everything about it made Haze unidentifiable, even more than anyone else here, all of whom were wrapped in different clothes, had strange inhuman faces. Haze had one identifiable feature. His ears. Not human, they were long, and tapered off into points. His spren, shaped like a dark wisp of smoke, solidified into a shape similar to his, with the same pointed ears. His catlike grin spread. "Hello, Master Alfheim." The spren shook its head. "Just do your job, son." He turned, looking back on the crowd, and shouted, Illumination amplifying the sound, making it echo through the whole cavern, the sound like and earthquake. "WE ARE MOONBORN! WE ARE ABOVE ALL OTHERS!" A roar shouted answered him, louder then he had been. The Moonborn were silent to others, but when in groups, it was a loud thing. The Blood Blades, with a similar act, yelled along. The only one silent was the Chaos Mage. "NOW, WE STRIKE! THE FORCES OF ODIUM WILL REIGN, AND WE AT THE HEAD! ARE YOU WITH ME?" He was answered in shouts. He grinned. It was time.

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<Bringing this over from other thread>

A reasonably tall young woman walks up to the door of a derilect building, with a run-down sign on the front reading Blackbane Tavern. The young woman smiles forlornly at her building and enters, careful not to get splinters on the broken wood. Her eyes dart around to the disgusting floors and few resources. She sighs, and then sets to work. There are many lit spheres throughout the room, bathing it in an ambient light. Isri always loved working by Stormlight. As she sweeps away a set of broken glasses, she feels a sharp pain in her hand. The sudden sting is enough to elicit a gasp, and the light in the room noticeably dims. Isri pays no mind to this, but small, floating spren beside her does.

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Jillien sat in the center of the meditation room, legs crossed beneath her. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. Not drawing in Stormlight, not yet. Just breathing. In and out. She felt peace wash over her. Balance.

She breathed out through her mouth, then breathed back in. Stormlight flowed into her body. The storm urged her to move, to fight, but Jillien fought it back, keeping balance. She Lashed herself up, just a tiny bit, and slowly rose a few inches off the ground. She continued to meditate, slowly practicing the Surges through Replication.  

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Isri grinned as the Spren beside her started glowing and whirling at the absorption of Stormlight. She continued pulling aside some of the rubbish and debris that littered the bar. Beside her, Fidelity started dancing around the room, twisting in excitement, because she knew that Isri loved what she was doing. Before the two were found by the Radiants, Isri and Fidelity had spent their time doing this. The Radiant War had destroyed thousands of locations like this, and Isri found them fascinating, especially visiting the places that had otherwise been forgotten. She had never had this opportunity after she had sworn her oaths, but she was now in trouble with the other Starseekers. Honestly, Isri didn’t think that they cared about her anymore. Anyways, this was where Isri belonged anyway, alone with Fidelity and their thoughts.

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Just explaining this, this is @AngryMistspren's idea, so if you're handing out upvotes go here to give them to him. This is an rp where the ten orders have been replaced, and we have made them. I think, don't take me on my word, that there are three orders that have not been claimed, so you can make your new order, on wednesday, march 13th, at 6:43pm eastern time.

 

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Ji finished her meditation and stood up, feeling refreshed. Illso crystalized on her shoulder. She held out her hand and he jumped on to it.  He looked like a young man with strong features and a large build. The odd thing, however, was his body. Every few seconds, it would change to a diffrent Essence. The changes were mesmerizing, and one could watch for hours, never seeing the same transformation.

"So Ji, what now?" he asked, 

"Hum?" she said as she walked the strata-lined halls. "We have to go the meeting of Orders so we can receive our assignment, remember?" 

"Oh. Yeah." 

She arrived at the lift and up to the top tier, where the briefing rooms were. After about 15 minutes of searching, she finnally found the meeting room for her team.

Ji burst into the room, startling a young man standing just inside the door. 

"Hey." he said cheerfully "You're Ji, right? Glad you finally made it." 

"Yes. And you are?" 

"Oh. I'm Kiel."

"Nice to meet you Kiel. You're a Freebringer right?" he nodded happily

"Ahem. If you two are done, I would enjoy actually giving the briefing." Ji looked at the one who had spoken. She was an imposing young woman in deep purple Plate, and carried herself with a sharp bearing. The team leader. A Fourth Ideal Sungiver. Ji nodded and sat down at the table.

Later

Ji shook her head, trying to clear it. They were supposed to go find Moowatcher spy who had disappeared.

Edited by Dr. Dapper
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It was about three minutes before a Team briefing when Isri frantically burst into the room that everyone occupied. She looked ruffled and was carrying a large satchel that carried writing supplies, praying that she wouldn’t be late again. Especially when she given such an important role for such an unruly Radiant, one who had already accidentally shamed her order before. Still, even though  many looked upon her with exasperation, some even looked at her with exasperated fondness. Isri and Fidelity were charming at points, though they weren’t meant for everybody.

Anyways, Isri sheepishly shuffled toward the seat where she would write down the proceedings of the meeting. She attempted to sit primly, and started writing about the relationships she saw between everybody. That was her specialty. Whilst other Starseekers saw the information someone held, or importance that they held themselves with, Isri saw the people themselves, and the connections between them. Isri saw this point of view as a gift, but she knew that her supervisors would see it as a distraction. That still didn’t faze Isri, even though she took it too far when she wasn’t paying attention to herself, like she was doing at the briefing. Fidelity bobbed up beside her human, and started whispering in her ear. “I know what you’re thinking, and I want to do it too, but we can’t treat these people like our own characters.”

Isri casually waved her friend off, and turned towards the captain, watching as she started the real stuff, and told the actually important radiants about what they were doing. Isri, aside from just doing the minutes, was going to tag along with everyone, learning as much as she could. This would normally be the lesson of a first, or second ideal, but Isri wa sa strange case. Still, that didn’t make Isri less excited for the mission, especially as she was working with potentially fascinating people. One of her teammates was even a Worldshaper, which was extremely rare to see.

With a slight giggle, Isri got down to work, and she knew that she was probably going to have fun.

 

(I’m sorry if it sucks, I have strep and I’m kinda disoriented)

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She's on a diffrent team, correct?

 

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Dragic, the Dragon King, Lord of the Blood blades, bringer of chaos, embodiment of rage, scream bearer, death striker, defier of death, ultimate conqueror, carnage incarnate, stood next to Haze, silently watching the blood blades you were with Haze. He would have to deal with them at a later date. Moonblade trained Blood Blades were a threat to his power. For now he was silent, watching them cheer, knowing that when the time came, they would all bow to him.

Edited by Darth Sir Woodrack Groot
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