Flying Fortress of Ouranos [Event]

[Coal]

High above the earth, this fortress rose on invisible wing, and floats above the connecting borders. A constant light washes over it, as if made of crystal, as the sun would shine through such rock; yet that is not true. The fortress of Ouranos, God of the Clouds and Sky, Champion of Gaea. He sits upon his throne, made of bone and gold and glittering obsidian, masked by the shadows cast down from his own walls. A woman stands before the powerful figure, knee upon the marble floor, head bowed as silver hair washes over her shoulders and pools upon the floor. There are no others in the vast chamber, decorated sparingly, as if to take nothing away from the grandeur of the Fortress itself. As the woman lifted her face, her beauty performed that feat quite well.

"The men and women of this land offer little resistance," she proclaimed. Her voice was beautiful, like the song that brings tears to the eyes, or fills the heart. A daughter of Ouranos, although that was merely a title, a position held only by these special women. They were the requiem. Constructs created from the blood of Gaea, with the power to seal the Chakra within any living creature, save their own mother. They were the perfect weapon for this land. He did not move, but simply waved a shadowed hand, the woman nodding and rising, turning and walking away from the throne to be about her mission once more. Her footsteps would echo through the corridors as she passed various rooms for training, eating, sleeping, and washing. Finally she reached a room full of large cylinders of glass, the floors containing several large circles, each lit up with dim white light. As she entered once of these tubes, the lights flared, and then she was gone.

Ouranos scratched his chin, the stubble upon his face making that scratchy sound, as if it was like sandpaper. His eyes glittered gold in the darkness that was cast upon his form and he held out a hand, the very arm glowing a dim gold as well, as a basin of liquid rose from the marble floor from two panels sliding aside. This was known as a Viewing Basin in the mainlands, used to establish communications between anyone you thought of with merely a thought, as long as your flesh touched the liquid inside so that it could analyze your data. A hand slips into the crystaline liquid and lights shoot from the fingertips, creating blocking line patterns that enter the center of the basin, before lighting the entire construct. A council appears, a woman clearly in the center of this curved U shaped table, her figure darkened but her fingers laced before her.

"Yes, Ouranos?" she questions, although there is a harshness to her tone. "Everything is going according to plan, Gaea. Soon they will all be pacified." His response is neither bragging nor frightened, but merely a recitation of the events in the land. The woman nods her head, then waves a hand through the image, leaving Ouranos in silence once again. Pulling his hand from the liquid, he sits back in his throne, images flashing to life before him, showing him the world beneath his floating tower...