[ The Portal ritual was... simple, rough magic. As soon as she knew the day, the plan, enough to start, she'd chosen her location. She'd chosen an obvious location, right near the entrance to Godsblood, and like a true Praesi, she had slit her wrist with a knife, and buried her blood in the earth, and a circle was formed with cold stone, pulled from the surroundings, and laid, with a flick of her wrist, and magic energy spent. She'd opened portals to the Hells, and this was less complicated by... many degrees.
She took off -- a black swan -- and flew her way near Achamoth. It was...several days, a long journey, and she traveled by herself. The solitude was nothing she was not unused to, and outside Achamoth, short of the city's entrance, she repeated her ritual -- blood to the ground, a circle of rocks pulled in, and then a few words -- words, hah! -- before her magic flowed to the ritual, and the Portal was created. She'd arranged for the word to spread, that the Portal was available, and she closed her eyes, a small nudge to the Pleroma through Communion, with the location in Godsblood, and the promise of a Portal to Achamoth.
She waited, for some to exit. Either to offer words of encouragement, or to offer a spell, or tactical advice. She felt it, that weight of being a leader, and she reached out to any that passed through, offering her aid in what ways she could.
Instead of her usual dresses, she had finally commissioned something for the battle. It was not nearly so ornate, as the armor she'd won as the Heiress -- that showy porcelain thing she'd worn to show of as a young woman -- but she wore over her dress a simple breastplate -- hearts hewn into the lining of it -- and unfortunately, it was still showy (and impractical) in some ways. She was Akua Sahelian, and though she was trying to save the world, she still had to show off a little bit. ]
II. Pre-Burning - Achamoth - OTA
[ Achamoth was heavily defended. Estinien would be distracting most of the guards, but while Syr had offered to fulfill some roles, Akua had her own to fulfill. She'd slipped into the city in the way she knew how -- she was no human when she flew, but simply a bird, a black swan. She flew high, outside of the range of the city's defenses when she worked to pass the walls, but once in, she dove, and stuck to the rooftops, looking over the area where the... event would happen.
She wasn't the rescue team, but she was to be the distraction. Akua didn't need that part, to attack them directly, but she would run interference.
When the event started -- the procession, the entire... spectacle of it all, she was struck again by how she... actually admired the Regent's devotion to truly pushing Villany forward. If it weren't for the destroying all of reality... she would be at their side, she knew it. It was bold, it was vibrant, the people swayed for them more than Praesi had ever done for the Dread Emperor.
It was admirable.
Again, too bad about the dealbreaker.
Akua sat on the edge of a building, for some time as a swan, but eventually, when things looked to be escalating -- the sky shimmering and bright, she slowly shifted, her body lacked feathers, and instead became a vision, legs crossed as she sat above the square. With her breastplate on, she looked ready for battle -- albeit one where she wouldn't be hit in the chest -- and her lips peeled into a grin, as she looked down at them all.
She wanted to see how it happened, but she was looking, waiting.
She also wasn't very hidden, by now, if someone just looked up. ]
During the Rescue - Closed to Sebastian
[ She was seated above the entire procession, watching it. She'd already shifted back to her human form, so she was hardly difficult to point out. Between the read dress, breast (literally) plate, and the sharp, almost anticipatory smile, she was difficult to miss. She hadn't really devoted herself to being hidden, once she was certain the events were kicking up. Fighting was starting to break out, and Akua was looking forward to it. She stood, no weapon in hand, as she surveyed the field.
She wasn't going to fight just anybody, no. Howl would have drawn her attention, of course -- she desired a rematch with the man -- but more than that, any Kenoma who was either displaying sufficient power, or who had caught her attention would do. The people -- the crowd -- was starting to disperse, as Aions emerged from wherever they were -- the sky shimmering and vibrant in its glowing light, and Akua almost shies away from it herself, a reflex from too many years trying to blot Light out with Night.
She descended -- not as a swan but as a human -- it's a simple weave to make, to slow ones fall, and she barely blinks to do so, as her feet touch the ground, it's with a soft tap-tap that she steps forward, looking for a fight. ]
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Akua Sahelian | Pleroma | Sovereign
[ The Portal ritual was... simple, rough magic. As soon as she knew the day, the plan, enough to start, she'd chosen her location. She'd chosen an obvious location, right near the entrance to Godsblood, and like a true Praesi, she had slit her wrist with a knife, and buried her blood in the earth, and a circle was formed with cold stone, pulled from the surroundings, and laid, with a flick of her wrist, and magic energy spent. She'd opened portals to the Hells, and this was less complicated by... many degrees.
She took off -- a black swan -- and flew her way near Achamoth. It was...several days, a long journey, and she traveled by herself. The solitude was nothing she was not unused to, and outside Achamoth, short of the city's entrance, she repeated her ritual -- blood to the ground, a circle of rocks pulled in, and then a few words -- words, hah! -- before her magic flowed to the ritual, and the Portal was created. She'd arranged for the word to spread, that the Portal was available, and she closed her eyes, a small nudge to the Pleroma through Communion, with the location in Godsblood, and the promise of a Portal to Achamoth.
She waited, for some to exit. Either to offer words of encouragement, or to offer a spell, or tactical advice. She felt it, that weight of being a leader, and she reached out to any that passed through, offering her aid in what ways she could.
Instead of her usual dresses, she had finally commissioned something for the battle. It was not nearly so ornate, as the armor she'd won as the Heiress -- that showy porcelain thing she'd worn to show of as a young woman -- but she wore over her dress a simple breastplate -- hearts hewn into the lining of it -- and unfortunately, it was still showy (and impractical) in some ways. She was Akua Sahelian, and though she was trying to save the world, she still had to show off a little bit. ]
II. Pre-Burning - Achamoth - OTA
[ Achamoth was heavily defended. Estinien would be distracting most of the guards, but while Syr had offered to fulfill some roles, Akua had her own to fulfill. She'd slipped into the city in the way she knew how -- she was no human when she flew, but simply a bird, a black swan. She flew high, outside of the range of the city's defenses when she worked to pass the walls, but once in, she dove, and stuck to the rooftops, looking over the area where the... event would happen.
She wasn't the rescue team, but she was to be the distraction. Akua didn't need that part, to attack them directly, but she would run interference.
When the event started -- the procession, the entire... spectacle of it all, she was struck again by how she... actually admired the Regent's devotion to truly pushing Villany forward. If it weren't for the destroying all of reality... she would be at their side, she knew it. It was bold, it was vibrant, the people swayed for them more than Praesi had ever done for the Dread Emperor.
It was admirable.
Again, too bad about the dealbreaker.
Akua sat on the edge of a building, for some time as a swan, but eventually, when things looked to be escalating -- the sky shimmering and bright, she slowly shifted, her body lacked feathers, and instead became a vision, legs crossed as she sat above the square. With her breastplate on, she looked ready for battle -- albeit one where she wouldn't be hit in the chest -- and her lips peeled into a grin, as she looked down at them all.
She wanted to see how it happened, but she was looking, waiting.
She also wasn't very hidden, by now, if someone just looked up. ]
During the Rescue - Closed to Sebastian
[ She was seated above the entire procession, watching it. She'd already shifted back to her human form, so she was hardly difficult to point out. Between the read dress, breast (literally) plate, and the sharp, almost anticipatory smile, she was difficult to miss. She hadn't really devoted herself to being hidden, once she was certain the events were kicking up. Fighting was starting to break out, and Akua was looking forward to it. She stood, no weapon in hand, as she surveyed the field.
She wasn't going to fight just anybody, no. Howl would have drawn her attention, of course -- she desired a rematch with the man -- but more than that, any Kenoma who was either displaying sufficient power, or who had caught her attention would do. The people -- the crowd -- was starting to disperse, as Aions emerged from wherever they were -- the sky shimmering and vibrant in its glowing light, and Akua almost shies away from it herself, a reflex from too many years trying to blot Light out with Night.
She descended -- not as a swan but as a human -- it's a simple weave to make, to slow ones fall, and she barely blinks to do so, as her feet touch the ground, it's with a soft tap-tap that she steps forward, looking for a fight. ]
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