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The city on the shore of the Winter Sea in the northern lands of a realm the Daenair encountered during their 5th Round of respawns.
The city that became the undoing of the Six, a hungry beast with particular taste for the girar souls.
Rumas had left a permanent imprint in Hjotennir's yah, as the male girars tend to be more vulnerable to the influence of the cities, which can cause dramatic changes in their personality and behavior.
Staying in Rumas for over two months made Hoza impatient, gloomy and obsessed with his unreleased ideas.
His condition was worsened after he had intoxication from drinking infamous Vaïl-Roch liquor. The mixture had unleashed his suppressed subconscious frustration, weakened his self-control and allowed Rumas to turn Hoza against his biggest trouble - Viroka, and Viroka was the one Rumas truly desired to be destroyed.
Why would this city be so hostile toward a girar who spoke to it?
The reason was Maniiv's resistance and constant urging others to leave the city as soon as possible, as well as her gender.
The city of Rumas appeared to be quite a misogynistic creature.
The elder women of Daenair confirmed their health and mental condition were dreadful during the stay. However, neither Sandaraen, nor Hyffes were affected much, this could be explained by the fact that Ke is generally "numb and deaf" when it comes to interactions with the cities' souls. Llava, on the other hand, had always been extremely cautious and self-protective, ensuring the imapct on his yah is minimal.

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Dec. 8th, 2012 11:03 pm
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One of Hoza's not-so-numerous hobbies was roof-riding and rope-walking.
After getting rid of his fear of heights, he became obsessed with them, climbing every tall building or mountain he could find.
And the new world they had respawned into held a gift for him.

During the Cold City round, the Daenair had met a group of girars who told them about an amazing engineering wonder of the northern lands - The Sunshine Bridge, an enormous structure linking the two sides of the Black River canyon. They had shared a map of the local wastelands, and the Daenair made up a plan: get to the nearest city for some supplies and then travel down south-east to see the Bridge.
The girars ( who belonged to the Vohim "The Fifth" generation) warn them of the Hunters. It turned out that the Hunters had survived a few generations of the girar prosecutors, and spreaded all across the Wastelands, with some of them breaching through the time holes into the parallel worlds to chase girars and destroy them for the Cities sake.

It turns to be true, as the Daenair bump into the Hunters camp, and even recognize of of their old enemies. They get away unnoticed to move towards the centre of the Northern Wastelands - Rumas.
Right after trying to establish connection with the City, Maniiv has a fright and says they must not stay there for long.
The Daenair realize this world has too much in common with the previous one - they share similiar language, there are Hunters and the girars they have met treat them with awe and fear, or simply don't believe that these are the Daenair. It seems that this time they haven't breach the world matter, but jumped through the time hole instead to find themselves becoming a myth.
This helps Naghill greatly and she gets recognized; she appears to be the only one who can make any money in this city. The fact is, this is a post-industrial place, with lots of abandoned factories, non-functioning workshops, with the only opportunity for males, which is
Llava and Fernollg become janitors, and Fern soon finds the way to get apartment cleaning job, which she also uses as a cover for sex business.
Ke hangs out with Naghill's fans or helps Maniiv, who is left at their flat as a house- and azeel'm keeper.
Hoza is devastated - no one needs his engineering or constructing skills, he tries to become a cook, but quits soon, disgusted by the humiliation he gets and ridiculously low wages. The clouds gather over his head, he becomes easily irritated, quiet and gloomy, rejecting Maniiv's care and constantly demanding everyone to leave him alone. He breaks into an empty flat across the hall from their place and prefers to stay there most of the time. Later, he finds a chance to get money by collecting scrap metal around the city, and he seems to get back to his normal self, he takes Maniiv with him to help him stealing all he had collected, so they get both money and materials.
They find a barn on the outskirts, in the remote location, and keep all the scrap and tools there, as Hoza becomes obsessed with his new project: the Flyer.

Vayeel-Roch accident

Fernollg gets a bottle of very rare liqueour from one of her clients and shares it with the family at the dinner table. Everyone, except Llava and Mavi, gets drunk fast. The thing is, Vayeel-Roch liqueour causes a peculiour effect on those who consume it:
it works both as strong alcohol and a Truth Serum; the consumer loses control over his or her emotions and actions, while being totally aware of what they do. The cruelest part is that during the hangover (which can surely take one's will to wake up again) Yah doesn't let a girar to sink into a pleasant oblivion or hide any truth underneath the layers of memories, so that all the shame and sorrow one gains is there, revealed.

As the drink takes is effect, Keranomu and Fernollg make fun of Hoza and Mavi, mocking their relationship, belittling Hoza's manhood and blaming him for being indecisive and weak-willed. They get too far and make Hjotennir lose his temper, as he swears back at them, and yelling that he will show them some manhood grabs Maniiv over his shoulder, carries her into the flat across the hall and locks the door.
The girars laugh and say that he couple finally gets laid, then Naghill passes out completely drunk, Fernollg and Ke try to make sex on the table, but fall asleep instead. Llava, who has been watching it all with silent repelling, cleans around, drags their unconcious bodies to beds and meditates. He ignores the screaming from across the hall, thinking that Mavi and Hoza make love.
In the morning he goes out to sweep the stairs and finds Maniiv sitting there, pale, trembling, with marks and bruises covering her face and hands. Llava brings her a hot drink and she passes him her memories about the last night, which show that Hjotennir has forced her to undress, raped and beat her badly, all over her body, with his fists and feet, torn her clothes, and kept beating and raping her all through the night, untill he got tired, threw her down on the floor and fell into drunk sleep.

In the morning Maniiv and Llava serve the three suffering Daenair life-saving hangover beverage, Naghill feels bad and throws up, Ke and Fern apologize for their behaviour last night (because they remember every single word they have said and each move they have done), then Ke asks why is her clothes all torn and dirty, Maniiv is reluctant, but Llava displays the story through Maniiv's eyes. Ke demands to take a look at her injuries, and takes off her clothes and they see the belt stripes across her hips and back, lots of bruises and bite marks. Maniiv begs them to hear her previous suspicions about what could influence Hjot so badly, and she says he cannot stay within Rumas anymore.
Fernollg goes to check on Hoza and finds the flat door open and him gone.
She and Keranomu find him later at his barn, knock him unconscious and load into their wagon left outside of the city borderline. Very soon everyone gather near sewer pipe, joined by three people who wanted to escape from the city with help from girars.
When they get to the wagon, Hjotennir isn't there and Naghill sets off to find him. The rest follow her, but once they unite again, the Hunters find them and the fight begins
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It's ...erhm... complicated.

Fern had an affair with Hoza at the Wells city, with more sex rather than affection.
They kept sleeping together occasionally during the Zero round, without getting much attached.

In the First Round, aka Yellow Granite city, Fernollg had really got interested in having Master solely for herself, and she became jealous and fierce and kept keeping Maniiv away from him all during the Second Round as well.
Not that she loved him, but wanted to own him as someone really worthy to keep.
He felt this and obviously showed her his unhappiness about being treated that way, whilst trying to sort out Viroka's crush on hm.

Some may ask: what about himself? How did it feel being hit on and fought for by the women?
Well, Naghill would blame it on his general "douchiness".
He enjoyed the sexual treats from Fernollg and appreciated her social and gold-digging skills, but his feelings didn't go outside the bedroom walls.
"He keeps his love to you in his pants, and that's where it belongs." - said Naghill to Fern once.
As for Maniiv, her relationship with Hoza were developing in a painful way.

During Zero round they both slightly dislike each other - her foolish youth, rebellious attitude and hot temper versus his deadpan snarkiness, arrogance and snobbery.
Later, that grew into comradary, as them two were bound in a strong team with Llava until her supoosed "death", where it became clear Hoza was caring for her.

He couldn't understand and accept her depressions and suicidal attempts, despising those and criticizing Maniiv for being weak-willed.
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Given Name: Hjotennir Zabjh
Nicknames: Lord Master, The Driver, Hoza, Aensa
Hair: dark, wavy, neck length
Eyes: green
Age: late 30s – early 40s,
Height: 186

Body: slim but strong ( smithy and handcraft require muscle work),
no special features.
Personality: workaholic, intellectual, calm, introvert, pietic, hesitating, creative, well-bred, restrained, polite.
Yah Abilities: omnipresence,
Yah Colours: azure, deep blue green, dark steel.
Danger: Varies
Spouses: Gan Patikh (deceased), The Sixth Daenair
Children: Alahir (with Gan), Haromin (with Maniiv), (probable children) Livari and Kani (with Maniiv); adopted: (real )Iso, (probable) Asii.
Fears: height (cured)




Being an inventor and explorer, he is far from a "mad scientist" type. Focused, thorough and reasonable - those were the three words his mentor described him with.
It is hard indeed to be his partner, for Hoza loses the connection with the outer world while working on his prpjects.


"I'm just driving the omnibus", - he used to say.


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Fire Water Air

The three parts to start the process.
The Man, the Driven one.
The Woman, the catalyst.
And the third one, the Child, the addressee.

The Driven one is the past, he is knowledge, wisdom and light-starter, the Creator.

All the present is in the Woman. She is the waters of existence, containing everything necessary for the Creation. Water accepts, forgives and purifies; it creates motion wherever everything seems stagnated, it grants a chance for changing and opens hearts for love and care. 

The Wind is Future, it's the messenger who brings the words of truth.
He and the Woman create Chaos and Destruction, while the alliance of Fire and Water gives birth to ten thousand things.

это было игрой Гресига. 
Он готовил Запредельного, на роль которого с самого начала определил Забйха. Все остальные были лишь идеально подобранными второстепенными персонажами, помогающими разыграть партию.
В первую очередь, Бйро Гресиг взрастил катализатор для души Запредельного - Маниив Вироку, любовь к которой оказаласoь сильнее даже самого желания жизни, любовь, давшая ему преодолеть себя самого и постичь невообразимое и невозможное.
Для "воспитания" к ним приставлены четверо daenair, задающие направления роста. 

No one could guess what did Gresig really had in mind: Viroka and her daughter Haromin, Hyffes and Maniiv-Mena, as well as Golleg Mazran used to draw everyone's attention and distract from noticing that the real centre of the story is humble and pietic craftsman.
But then there was something that disturbed Gresig's smooth - during their trials, tests and meditations, seeking for the essence and the anatomy of human beings, Llava and Maniiv discovered certain important substance; Gresig tried to open the up to find that only them two understood its true nature, calling it "water", but remained silent even toward him.

She wouldn't withold the secret, but try to help her beloved on their path, obviously. So, any obstacle that couldstand between them two had to go, th


Gresig's wish had come true: Hjotennir crossed the boundaries of his own self and left tactible and comprehensible worlds. However, did he leave forever?
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Days and nights seemed no different to me as I have been praying to Him, crushing and erasing my ego, the more, the stronger was the pain of disappointment. The despair haunted me, whispering in my back that I have lost it all, I shall never see my beloved one and shall never reach the heights he did.
Where should I lead my mind? I recalled a talk with my dearest  Llava-vadu that we had back to the Cold City; sitting there on the dirty stairs between two floors he told me:
"-They do not know how much it costs to be a selfles smiler. Selfless, you see? I must give up my earthly misled Yah to open the gate for my perfect, divine self, Farva."
And then it happened, it occured to me that the reason why my poor vadu had been suffering failure, was that he had got it all wrong.
Destroying, denying, supressing his soul, he gained bitterness and disillusion, but never he had peace in his mind. My brother, you shared your kindness and you cared about me when I woud have never believed anyone could remember me. Let me tell you now : tortures can leave no wisdom in your mind, nor can they bring you to light.
No man can bear the pain we feel. But you must answer youself and be utterly honest: is getting rid of this pain what you desire? Or you cherish your suffering, making it last? 
My most beloved brother, the way to be out of aching is to open your heart to it. Embrace the pain and let it in, let yourself sink in it, like a stone drowns in the sea, let it turn you into a waste desert, burnt and empty, dying for a drop of rain; it will make you scream and tear your hair, but you must swallow it all, and let it become you.
Once your soul is nothing but pain and you are empty like a clay jug, there's the time to fill it.
But how, you may ask me. Where the fluid of life would emerge from to heal you?
Think of what keeps us alive. Us, the six, what could keep bringing us together, through ages and worlds?  desire? love? revenge? 
It is up to you to find the source of your revivals inside your farva. 
  Now, do not ask me, just see what I saw, feel what I felt to understand what is that we need, what Ensa must have understood before: your Farva is you, there is no need to eliminate your memories or imprison yourself and isolate from the world to rech it, all you need is to accept all about what you are, face your farva, this is the Judgement Hour for you, what's the point in hiding?
Hide where? From what or whom?
How are you going to hide if the world around you is you and only you?
How can I hide when everything is me? The body that hides and the stone it hides behind is me, the eye of heaven watching the hiding body and the stone is me, and the road, the cities, the fire, the wheels rolling on the dust, those who are free and the miserable ones, the five beloved, my friends, all those who are dead and alive, my illusions, my memories, is all me. And yet, nothing is me, as becoming everything deprived me of myself, I am...and I do not exist.
I see you, my love, your heart is my heart, you are everywhere I go, wherever I turn my head, you are inside me and I am in you, we had never parted, didn't you notice?
And I stood in the middle of nowhere and in the centre of the universe, laughing my head off and turning around in the whirl of joy, like children do, with arms wide open and hands raised to the sun, the world spinning around me like a carousel. 
No thoughts, no death, no aim, I was dancing and all my lives and the worlds I'd ever gone through, were running through my heart, and As I saw everyone who ever came onto my way, the heart filled with pain and compassion, to all I'd been, and the tears were running down my face as the prayer was born inside my soul:

mercy to all existing
forgiveness to all who repent
grace to all who is in the dark...

I was on my knees with my fingers knotted in a sign of devotion, the light overwhelming my head and chest, breaking through my boundaries, transforming into the words I was whispering.

...let anyone who seeks find the path
let those who are lost see the eternal light.

And as I said the last few words, the world around me trembled and shook with the sound of another song, the prayer that gave me back my life.

the eternal fire, create me every day, 
rise me and grant me will,
and joy of life
And peace to my mind
Do not forsake me...

Then, there came the voice, the one I would never mistake, saying it along with me:

... and
into the pure flame return me.

I knew I wasn't dreaming.
He stood in front of me, alive and immortal, unbelievably real, as if I had never had lost him.
Our eyes met, and then... I became myself again, I realised what am I.
strike, hit
sharp beams flashing through my mind
shivers down the spine and heavy stone inside my chest
my heart felt like a drum being smashed by unstoppable hands of a mad drummer
then I couldn't help myself but fell in front of him on the ground and hugged his legs, crying, smiling, kissing his hands and feet, as the world stopped existing again.

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