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A girl with stunning emerald eyes which seemed to pierce your soul walks up to you as you glance around you curiously. The mysterious forest seems to call to you as the girl studied you quietly and smiled softly. "Welcome to Iaquezela and the continent of Iecha. My name's Obsidian and just know there's some evil lurking around here at the moment. Please choose your side carefully." She smirked and you finally noticed she had two ears upon her ebony hair and she laughed softly, gyrfalcon wings unfolding and your jaw drops. She's stunning. "I am an ochresile... the last remaining relative of the old Eastern Royal Family. Come in and choose wisely... for once you go to the darkness... you won't leave." Her tone echoes in warning as she turned and vanished into the forest... leaving you speechless in awe and fear.
Many years have passed since the devastating war which had overcome the Ochresile. The two continents have not fought in years, and honestly all seems well. Festivals and holidays cause music and color to explode into being. The royals have managed to have marriages between each region which have allowed the peace to remain over the years. The field where the war was fought is considered sacred and the flowers never die, they light the meadow in gold throughout the night and into the day. However… it does not mean evil rests. A new problem has arisen. A young male Ochresile who specializes in dark magic has taken to figuring out how to take over. The peace will not last for very long as this enemy seems to be gathering more forces who wish to overthrow the royals. Now, as you may think the royals are safe you have another thing coming… almost all royals have been wiped out due to this threat. There is one full family standing and the princess from the Eastern kingdom has long since gone into hiding...believed dead. The northern and southern royals each have two remaining members, and the call of war horns now echoes over Sune’orine and Iecha both. Guards constantly patrol and healers are constantly on call. Now, everyone hopes the royals can save them.. But when it is said than a thief is called upon to fight… every Ochresile thinks the royals have lost their mind. What they don’t know is this thief is the missing Eastern Princess. Who will fight for her kingdom… and the kingdoms of the royals until her very last breath. Take up arms, and fight alongside us as the Ochresile fly into war once again.
Ic: Lithoniel Nachtya Thuriya, the last remaining royal of the entire Eastern Region... The girl was smart enough to hide her wings or at least dye her white feathers another color. Not that it was fun to wash it off but hey she did it to survive. The war had struck home for her and she knew most believed all royals of the eastern region were dead. Her four dark s pots under each eye glowed with her magic's colors. Two magenta and two copper. She glanced a round the corner of the shambles she had hidden herself in. Quickly taking to the air and gliding ever so softly. A bandanna hid her ears from view as it was harder to dye ears without getting her ebony hair. Landing softly outside the capital limits allowed the girl to take a breath as she folded her wings behind her softly. Allowing her tense muscles to relax as she gazed around herself apprehensively. She knew better than to wander too far from the capital - especially with the rumors of a dark ochresile being around her region. She wasn't going to risk it. As she turned her head to one side, the jewels and beads caught the rising sun as the moon set, ending Nachtya immediately as she vanished from view, glinting softly in the light which was now bathing her land in shades of gold.