When Rose opened her eyes, she realized instantly that she was not truly awake. Someone was sending her a message through a vision. It was a practice commonly used among the Phoenix Clan members, which slightly worried her. After all, the letter they’d sent previously was hardly welcoming.
She breathed deeply, observing that the magic utilized in the dream was strong. Her sight was clear and the details were vivid, so she analyzed it with caution. Her surroundings were the urban streets of Rebeldes; dirty and foul-smelling. But through the dark gate—symbolizing the portal of communication—she could see the jungles of Santuario, thick with vegetation and humidity. And a slender figure in a red cloak stood haughtily in the midst of it all.
Rose recognized her messenger instantly. “Olivia,” She burst out sharply. “What is it you want with me?”
Phoenix Olivia sighed over-dramatically. “Oh, Rosie dear, things just haven’t been the same since you were banished. Why, the day you left, my competition died entirely, and I’ve been receiving promotion after promotion ever since.”
Rose could feel her mind glazing over from Olivia’s ceaseless gloating. She’d constantly walked about with an air of conceit and envy during their training in the Temple of Incendia. To be truthful, they’d never been anything close to friends in the clan. Some things certainly hadn’t changed.
“Get to the point,” Rose interrupted in a clipped tone.
“Always the blunt one, Rose. Even after all these months in exile.” Olivia shook her head piteously. “Well, since you’re so anxious to know, I’ve summoned your spirit to tell you that I’ve risen to the rank of chief executioner.”
Rose knew what was coming next, but she refused to show any emotion. “And by that you mean…?”
Olivia’s eyes flashed a fiery red. “I’m coming for you, Rosie dear.”
The vision was replaced with utter darkness, and Rose woke in cold sweat.
So her time had come. The Council of Infernium had sent Olivia as their assassin, and she was in Santuario, closing in on Rose’s location.
Olivia may have been an arrogant braggart, but she was no amateur in sorcery. Meaning Rose wouldn’t last long if she remained a day longer in Rebeldes. She had to take her leave…and a certain city in peril had caught her eye…
An overall view of the build. I’m quite impressed with the results of this one, as it interprets two very different scenes separated by an enchanted gate of communication.
The wilderness side.
The urban side. I attempted a sandstone look with that wall, and a SNOTTED cobblestone look for the floor. I like the fresh appearance it gives.
Here is the tree. I must say that the dark red leaves work well, and yes, I used Kai Bernstein’s tree trunk design again. It’s such a delightfully realistic technique that I simply can’t pass it up.
So I've returned once more to the world of LOM. Only this time I plan to try my hand at the annual Tourney and see where I come out. Good luck to all the participants! ;)