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There's a tense moment between Viroka and Nax in the Women Camp, when Nax's disciple Asin"Li runs into Viroka's tent and interrupts her while she was talking to the other women.
Maniiv gets furious and she rises her hand to slap the girl on her face, knowing that Nax is watching them.

"...get the grip and keep your distance"
Those are the words Nax had once said to young Haromin Viroka, back to their Haeleges life in the 7th Round.

Naghill came to talk to Hoza and was met by his 9-year-old daughter,
who was excited to see her and ran to hug her with wide-spread arms, happily screaming, and was punished for this "inappropriate behaviour":
she gave her a sound slap and told her off in her cold, stern manner, with a desired effect - Romi didn't talk or touch Nax.
This incident wasn't left unnoticed by Romi's mother. Maniiv saw the scene and confronted Nax, as fierce as a mother protecting her cub could be.
From that day on she refused to stay in the same room with Naghill and avoided her, warning her that if she ever lays her finger on Romi, there'll be a duel and there'll be blood.
They remained distant until the Dallan Has (The Great Fire) festival, when Llava's arrival had helped to break the ice between them.
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Maniiv during 6-8th Circles.
She grew stronger and sadder, with heart full of bitter memories and bile. She wanted to be like Nax, she did better than Nax - by becoming much more sarcastic and vile, more violent, uncompromising, cruel and lonely than Nax could do.

However, in an alternate parallel probability, she matures in harmony, becoming feminine and attractive.

Re: DoA

Apr. 29th, 2013 12:31 am
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From: ks4dakasv@****m.co.uk
To: lh5b@a****.org

Morning, mate.
I guess it's more or less clear now: Mavi IS going to die, eventually.
I have spoken to Fern and she confessed that she can see Mavi's life until the Bang, and then everything is "obscure and foggy". I dunno wtf is that supposed to mean, but I won't panic till I get the whole picture clear.
I am leaving for Prague tonight, back in 2 days.

C U soon, I.S.A.

P.S. where on earth is my old ass halebard? Ain't in the Safe Chamber, I couldn't find shit there. Get it tidy, won't ya, mate 0:P


From: lh5b@a****.org
To: ks4dakasv@****m.co.uk

Kayama, vadu.
I am sorry for a late reply.
Your halebard is behind the curtain on the left-hand side of the white chest.
I have heard about Amyi from una-Varae.
Wish you a safe flight.

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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: Maniiv Viroka
Nickname: Dzimma-chi, mouse-cat, Mavi
Hair: wavy, dark blonde/light brown, waist length
Eyes: grey
Height: 160
Body: stout, curvy, fit if trimmed.
Personality: kind, forgiving, hot-headed, emotional, introvert, mad, loner, slob, selfish, childish, nerdy.
Yah Abilities: creating asyl”m, protection shields
Yah Colours: light grey, golden, azure
Danger: high
Spouses: Hjotennir Zabjh
Children: Haromin (with Hjot)
Fears: sounds

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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.

Five Seeds

Oct. 22nd, 2012 12:01 am
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The Five Seeds. 

-They are waiting for you, Daenair. You've been awaited for years, so they expect you to show them the world outside this village. 
Mena told his elder daughter to bring the map, the girl left the room reluctantly and fetched them a round piece of brown fabric covered with lines and letters in yellow ink. 
-This is where the road splits, the northwest one leads to the lakes, the eastern will bring you to the Grey Mountain. They say there are three ways to cross the mountain chain: climb over, take a long turn round or go through the tunnel. I must warn you - none of our families had ever gone beyond those peaks, so the unknown lies there. 
-Thank you, Maniiv, - Keranomu took the map bowing down to Mena and his sullen daughter. - Please, forgive us for what we have done.
-No trouble at all - smiled back Maniiv Mena, - It could only be done that way. I'm glad indeed that I do not owe lady Viroka her farva anymore. It must have been unbearable to live without a part of the soul. 
His eyes suddenly widened and he freezed as if spotting something spooky in front of him, and Ke had to turn his head back quickly, but nothing was there.

-What is wrong?
-I do not see it clear for now...But I must warn you, Daenair, something unexpected will happen soon, something you do not want to happen. You have to keep your all your senses alert, watch the world through each other's souls.

And off they went, The Daenair and their new companions - those who wished to be girars, all the way down to the grey sandy valley, passing by the Barren Grove till they stopped at the crossroads.
-What now? -asked Naghill, who was hardly hiding her impatience. -Sandaren, what do you say, the hole in the Mountains or The lakes?
Keranomu was taking lead since their departure, so he was the map bearer. He, together with Fernollg and Hjotennir, was pondering over the brown circle of cloth, frowning and pointing here and there.
-This map is quite inaccurate! - said Hjot, - the distance between this Grove and the shoreline seems huge, though I can see it's very close. And the road takes a turn left before splitting in two.
-And you... 
-Obviously, I must to. But as we have apprentices in training, I'd let them do the job, under my supervision.
He ordered two of the young men to get a piece of cloth.
To his disappointment, they did not have an idea of making ink, so he had to ask Fernollg to teach them the easiest mixture. They, as well as most of the villagers, were a bit scared knowing who Daenair were and what power they bore, so it seemed breaking the ice would be impossible. 

Maniiv was still in Llava's Safe Chamber, lying in her feverish sleep, without talking or even opening her eyes since she had been recreated.

-We have to wake up Viroka. Zabjh, would you do us a favour? I think she is going to listen to your voice, not any of ours. 
In less than five minutes Hjotennir brought her from the Chamber, she was all pale and weak, though she tried to smile to them.
-Can she really do it?
-I can always do that, amyi, -responded Maniiv, - never mind, if my body is weak or strong, Yah is all i need to hear the town.
Naghill was following her with her glance.
-I do not like the way she talks. She never used to talk like that.
Maniiv nodded to the Daenair, knelt before the border as she usually did, closed her eyes and put her palms gently to an invisible wall between them and the town, but as she did her body shook abruptly and she curled down, as if she was twisting in sudden pain.
The Daenair ran to her to see what had happened, but she already got up back to her feet, strangely vivid, as if the strike had pumped her with wild force.

-Mavi, what the hell happened? - shouted Ke. - Is that border trapped or so? 
Maniiv was staring at them with a firm and fierce expression.
-Listen to me. The Cold City, the soul-eating, life-sucking thing... And the Labyrinth in our first journey... put them together, add the Hunters with their tortures, spice up with the worst of your fears and nightmares, and that would be the light shadow of what is waiting for you there.

Naghill raised her hand and stopped her.
-Enough with the poetry, savi. Are you sure of what you've seen there? Cause you seem to be hysterical, and not just to me.
-Please, for once, stop being so hard-headed! - said Maniiv, - I know it's a dead end and we have to walk back and turn round the mountains. So what, Naghill? 
We all are going to disappear forever, once we step through that border. If that is better, go ahead...
-Enough,- bellowed Keranomu, - enough talks. I will see it for myself.
Nobody had a chance to utter a word before he rushed to the film and stepped through it...completely unharmed.
He turned back and grinned at them, waving his hand.
-So, where's daymarish monster? Eh, Mavi?
The girl looked petrified and embarassed.
-What is it, - whispered Naghill, - you just look at Viroka!
-Those look like a star of seeds, the one you can see if you cut an apple in two. 

-Listen up! - said Fernollg loudly, - we must get through this, Gresig talked to me, he is awaiting on the other side of the mountain, sorry, Mavi, but you are wrong this time. We are going to be safe.


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