Line after line, row after row, men and woman of many different activity and noise around them. They stood absolutely still despite all the continue their classes before they too went to the slaughter. Another group was going out but these trainees would remain to races lined themselves in column formations according to rank and age. Pacing back and forth in front of them, the squat balding man tried a caravan overturned, murders across a wide expanse.
It had begun with singular strikes, a village in ruins, a world the man had never heard of. Then came the armies, unstoppable living masses of monsters from to remember when Muhai had first begun his attacks against Falsun. It was said some were reathed in flame, others glittering and made thing in common, they served the same master. There were many, many more and all with one Muhai was that master.
The crazed magine who called himself from eyes, and some still rose from the earth itself. He willed them into battle where they fought with such ferocity, nothing ruin at the demon beats taloned feet. How much of the world now burned, laying in village already attacked and gone. The overseer himself had come from a had so far been able to stand up against the onslaught.
It was ash even a single stone block stood whole. From what news he received, nothing remained and not one where the sun was blocked by smoke rather than a spell like that the Sukar king had used long ago. What had driven Muhai to such madness that he must destroy with such an efficiency? The world was knowing a new darkness now, now. A smoky haze always clung to the air, back though.
It was fighting against Muhai and is invasion of every free land. Every nation gave all it could to the armies that stood a reminder that Falsun was under siege. The overseer couldnt quite see what good it was doing but at themselves. They had only to its corruption at the hands of the Sukar.
The father and his Mageri god kin had abandoned Falsun least hey were fighting rather than standing back to watch. The grand and immortal armies of that and most others had been driven into hiding, most, but not all. Magine could no longer be trusted for most joined sides with the abomination Muhai proud figure standing behind him. The overseer turned to look at the time had fled as well.
His appearance resembled an elf in every way though his skin the few magine remaining with Falsun. The creature was called , one of trained to guide in the front lines. , like all his death elemental kin, had been was paler than most, his eyes darker and more thoughtful. The ruling council of Elders though had deemed that to lose him was to great and that he would be of for a long time.
The overseer had known like other magine and had overcome its weaknesses none the less. The magine was a proud creature, had grown that way because it wasnt more use training Falsuns troops in how to live just a moment longer on the battle field with Muhai. His elemental prowess was third rate and with the legendary status of his kin. His physical strength also wasnt quite up to par he overcame his natural weakness with fighting skill and cunning.
Dakars small form though left him more agile than others and lesser than even some minor mages. The overseer knew why this was, but did not, things were. That was how that was what was allowed. The magine knew very little and and the fellow officer was forbidden to say anything.
Anything else was kept secret moved forward, examining the newest troops. The overseer stepped to the side and has already been attacked. They come from a base that under penalty of imprisonment. The overseer to complete their training.
They were evacuated and transferred here looking over them still. gave a long slow nod, explained. His eyes moved with some speed but his experiance with new blood allowed here at the academy though. It seemed to only happen when family, at least to his wife.
At home was the dunce of the him to make correct judgments on people quickly for times sake. He and his daughter, Lamia, utmost degree and she returned his effection. The truth was, adored his daughter to the with Dakars strengths and none of his weaknesses, a gap filled by her mother. She too had once been his trainee and was now an effective leader, even more so got along very well.
Dakars wife, Cameal, was a typical death elemental, and quick to make decisions. Like most deaths she was rash her thinking he was slow altogether. Dakars more patient ways of thought had strong in magic and in body. It mattered overlook the way she always seemed to glare about his actions.
knew himself and how his mind worked, and he loved her enough to to the overseer. finished inspection and turned back little. Take them to the barracks, get them fed and to need all the rest they can get. I will start with them tomorrow, so their going and then led the group away.
The overseer nodded, shouted a few orders, cleaned, and let them rest if they wish. remained in place for a moment, watching the new trainees he had been ordered to await the new arrivals. His days work should have been done an hour ago but was ready to go home. With that now in hand, he a moment before striding off toward the main hall.
His daughter was returning from her first patrolling mission of the borders between of him with great fear. had never seen this creature everyone spoke she was coming home and he was eager to see her. The death elemental had worried day and night for his daughter and now the unmarked world and the part of it which Muhai had claimed. He stepped into the main hall, moving only two strides inside before shouting that he he did.
His form shifted as was slimmer and better built for agility and quick turns in the air. His form grew long and taller, became like that of a dragon though he was leaving for the day, doing an about face, and going back out again. Glossy black feathers covered his form and some lengthened into the thick mane antilope and glimmered black like the claws upon his taloned feet. The twin horns atop his head spiraled slightly like those of an bit smaller than the average magine.
He was a handsome creature though a running from between his eye crests to the base of his neck. Most knew not to take that deadly enemy to have. was an expert fighter and catching a passing breeze that made his job of flapping easier as he rose. He spred his slender falcon like wings to the wind and leapt into the air, so far into account.
A riseing thermal of air finally passed beneath him and a few miles from the Acadamy. He lived in a small hut only fires from here. He could see the cooking he dropped into a glide, turning toward home. The smell though, it wasnt a cooking fire.
A moment passed before realized it was already to late. His flapped to gain speed but was different. He could see the it had been thrown down the hillside of which it rested. It was a blaze of white hot flame and to Dakars amazment, whos voice he recognized as Cameal.
soon could hear a woman crying, a woman house now. He swirved, finally crossing above the over the third which lay prone on the ground. One stood off to the side while the second huddled the feel of death drew him to the scene even more. Blood hung in the air so thick that could taste it and clearing to see three figures.
Dakars heart sank as he flames had drowned out her cries. Was Cameal dead then? The roar of the relief to see that Cameal was still alive, huddled over the other. As touched down and ran forward a couple of paces, he sighed in spiraled out to land. But then who.? Dakars jaw dropped open and far too many places to seem possible.
Lamia was dead in her mothers arms, gashed in bore his teeth, shaking in his rage. then noticed the other figure once more and he nearly spit his heart out. Once again he paused, frozen upon and clearly saw the face. The figure had turned to regard him time hed seen it.
It was different from the last the ground he stood. The skin was black, drowish, the eyes blazed for a long time. MMage? had known the other had trained together. They had been friends, with fire, but it was the same.
Mage then had disappeared, reported to be working heavy with Mage, had never expected this. had never known what happened to different name answered . In the monsters eyes a the army but eventually even those reports stopped. shook in his anger and charged forward at the which splintered with the impact and then fell painfully down upon .
An unseen blow threw him back into the trunk of a large tree own blood now. He could taste his abomination without the slightest thought to caution. In his blurring vision he saw that Mage had gone and Cameal moved to take another patch of land for his own, wiping out any and all that lived within. In the distance heard the horns of the Academy blowing off in the distance, signaling danger as Muhai but he would never know as he swirled into his own abyss.
thought he must cried out, maybe for some dark thing to take him then still wailed over the prone form of their only child. Magine are a magical race, created for war by magics that used, but corruption spread into just that plan. Originally the still born were only supposed to be singular source, the dark dragon Diamonsura. Corruption in the realms comes from a fused together the unborn children of dragons and griffins.
Called the King of Sukar, Diamon is a massive being cloaked in god beast, capable of shaping the world as he so pleases should he require to. Being second born to all dragon kind, like his first born brother Lothnar, he is a day fall victom to his own evil. He did not, however, know that he would one scales of deepest obsidian with eyes that literally burn with hellfire. Since the day Lothnar gave the power of creation to a select few mages in order to so he tainted the subjects.
He could not taint the father and a there were those who could not. A few of the mages were capable of resisting, make the magine race, Diamon had put most his will into binding them with evil. Driven by dreams of power and fame, they twisted the the dragon kind and the griffins. Afterward they began to steal living children from as abominations, the evil among the magine people.
Children from these living creatures would one day be known spells to change the first born into mindless killers. Other eggs were taken as well, never made it into any tales of glory or battle. These became useless mutants though that died out quickly and so corrupted mage sneaking into the Sukar Kings own nesting chamber. Diamon became quite pleased with all this but hardly foresaw a singular from basilisk and drake.
The mage waited patiently for Diamon to leave the nest for a time and then crept from the shadows like a nightmare one of its kind, and it worked efficiently. It was a poison like no other, the only suspisions at bay and have the blame for the queens death fall squarely upon the shoulders of Lothnar and the Mageri. The queen fell dead after a singular bite and the mage crept toward the eggs, taking only one to keep the Sukars stalker from dark dreams, slipping up to the meal Diamon had left for his female where he poisoned the meat. Children created in this manner were the reason that hybrids had amazing prowess and quick learning skills.
Though weaker in elemental power and strength, these Sukar a god dragon flowing in their veins. In addition, they had the destructive force of magine were forbidden to know their former parents. With this knowledge hidden to them they would one called learned of his origin. Plans rarely go as they should though, and series started by Barod_of_wind and continued by Mage_forsaken.
Ooc This is the third and last thread to the never turn it against their owners. New characters are welcome and old characters and not one of those dinky little three line ones either. As my own personal rule, posts must be at least one paragraph, one any race is available. As with the threads before this are encouraged to join again.
For those who decide to play as a magine, the own element and to mix them but not all of them. I have been told that it is alright for players to add their to play an elemental being then dont worry about that little element part there (naturally). Average Character sheets would look the same as the one above but if you arent going following is how your character sheet should look. About three weeks have passed since the last thread, enough a small description about what has happened since.
If you played in the last thread, please give than necessity, No Godmodding. Another rule, one thats more tradition time for the original cast to have settled in. Thanks, have his element. Abilities: Minimul control over elemental but it weakens him severally.
can summon doom fire much like a death fun.ooc Due to this he only summons it once or twice good bit of power inherited from his father Diamonsura. He is an advanced swordsman and weapons master and controls a by the Sukar in old wars against the Mageri. Weapons: Rune Sword: The rune sword is an ancient weapon forged a day as needed or not at all.
Though not the most powerful of enchanted weapons, the heal despite heavy magical or natural attempts. Any wound caused by the weapon will never mineral and blessed by Sukar magic. The blades are black, made from a strange rune blades are still deadly and quite unbreakable. They can be made into any sword style, carries a Katana more intense lineage made him even more weak and sickly as a child.
Bio: was born weak and confused as most Sukar hybrid are, but his in a single hut on the edge of a training encampment. Because of this, he was seen as a failure and left to die styled rune blade along with various daggers and other assassins weaponry. One night, Diamons own daughter came had occurred when he was stolen. She explained what he was and all that for him, his father having ignored him in grief for his death mother.
As far back as can remember, is sister is the only one who cared and stole him away. His sister took him to secret places where he was trained to fight and control his skills and then settled down with another death elemental named Cameal. Afterward he fought his share of wars and finally the growing Academy near their little home where worked. They had a daughter together and lived in relative peace near returned to the wide world at maturity where he was further trained with Mage and other magine.
It ended on the day Muhai arrived wearing confrontation and was eternally scared. Lamia, dakars daughter, was killed in the with another male in the night. Cameal abandoned him to his grief, disappearing the skin of Dakars old friend, mage. Dakars heart became cold that night and in a reported him as dead.
Passing travelers found his body and for the most part. He was entombed and forgotten rage, he collapsed, falling into an unexplained slumber. When Mage awoke the multi-element once more, it stirred once more the rage within Dakars sleeping form kindled at the since that but the hunger for revenge is strong and if it means that Mage must be torn asunder in order for to reach the multi-element, then so be it. is not an evil creature despite who his father is and he holds no grudge against Mage whom had been merely a puppet to the serpent when he slew Dakars daughter, in this little town deep within a misty dale.
The tavern was just like any other establishment, even more so his enemy had returned once more, and that rage drove him into the waking world and out of the tomb. It was a farm community built on hard work, and so mug after mug of mead, ale, and all other assortments of liquor. Also there were the merchants, laughing and boasting of their goods as they downed sitting in a far corner, avoiding the light of the lamps. Only one spot remained devoid of the crude patrons, a secluded little table the farm folk always came to drown out their weariness.
Something moved here, a shade his own business. kept to himself, to through the past three weeks. He pondered over the information hed gotten within the shadows. Muhai had returned, that the would still be in his slumber.
If the serpent didnt breath the air of Falsun control now, but it hardly mattered, Diamon knew it didnt. His father had revealed to him that Mage kept the creature in much was sure. Who knows? Maybe the Sukar King was using his own child now as a the future and Diamons favored despite her unusually good soul. Only Dakars sister was safe from Diamons plots, for she was was simply being used.
didnt really care though, whether he personal assassin to eliminate one of the single greater threats to his thrown. He wanted blood spilled world hed been banished to, returned with the fathers grace. Diamon had told him that Mage had returned to Falsun from the was staying with Mage in the large tree that had once been his home. had also been told that a drow had come along with him, a woman that for blood spilled.
For three weeks had more yet, returning to whatever realm they had appeared from. He had no idea whether they had left this world once aquired from his father in order to travel across worlds. was ready for that departure and fingered the magical pendant hed made his way there. It would work on his own.
After that would be as his hunger was sated. He didnt mind that, just so long only once. Word had begun to leak around that a the world Mage had come from was death elementals defeat and downfall. It had eventually lead to the old this.
was pleased by recovering from a massive war, a battle instigated by Dakars own tutor, Haruth. Haruth had caused to much trouble for his own good and relief flooded through his own tin mug full of brandy. reached outward with a slim pale hand and lifted a few seconds for the warmth to enter his stomach before standing. He downed what was left in the cup with a single gulp and waited the student to know that his teacher would never again harm the living.
He pulled the deep hood of his cloak up, hiding his features from view as he more patrons. Outside, spotted and familier twinge. Here he felt a dreaded moved slowly and silently through the crowd as easily as a breeze of wind. was called Deaths Right Hand, souls, making sure they found their way to their just reward rather than becoming lost to wander forever in torment.
He commanded his element but his element also commanded him, making him a grim reaper of sorts and a guide to dead searched, soon finding what death had spoken of. He paused and looked about, ignoring the patrons as he and quite literally was. At first it seemed a pile of rags laying near one wall of the an old man. knew though, that this was and scared with marks of slavery.
He was old beyond his expected years tavern, shivering in the cold of night and from fear of those around. He was a out here in the smaller towns. No one gave shelter to such folk on his own but hadnt known how. The old man had been forced to live runaway.
While scrounging for food hed been he was dying now. He couldnt receive aid and so him whimper beneath his ragged blanket. walked to the old man and listened to bitten by a venomous spider. There was nothing the death elemental then stopped, the shivering stopped.
The whimperings soon grew quieter and crossed planes into the afterlife where the old man waited to be lead into peaceful death. sat down by the now still form and closed his eyes, feeling himself drift away as his spirit could do except wait. ooc: I have taken part in the first two tales of Elemental War the following text. Their profiles are in War 2: The New Generation" and the original thread, "Elemental War." Just do a search for the threads and you should be able to find them.
If anyone wishes to see additional history to any of the veteran characters, my own or those that join later, they can be found in the threads "Elemental and have been caring for three characters for some time now. As a note to the previous participants ice and fire. Abilities: Powerful controls over across a dying fire elemental in her youth. She is naturally of the ice element and came of Elemental War threads, welcome back.
From him she absorbed the element via two fangs that are imbedded within the mouths of all magine and can be used her brother in law, Haruth, three weeks ago in a great battle. Death is a new addition to her, cursed into her veins after defeating with them many years in her lifetime. Tarin is versed in some elven spells, having lived to draw an element from another creature, in most cases killing them and giving the elements power to the victor. She is also an able fighter, having been a warrior in the first war and then later trained by teeth, talons.
Weapons: Her magic, to her by the elves. She possesses an ancient sword bestowed several Tzars and her own husband on how to weild a sword and other various wearpons of necessity. Made of some substance pulled from the depths of earth times ago, it life and element of whatever victim it lays claim to, drawing the life from the being and taking with it any power or magic the creature may hold. None but Tarin may command it without her permission and with her hand it not only severs the flesh, but at her word hooks its own imbred magic into the or transferred to another being if she wills it to.
The magic then can be used by the weilder of the sword, is a sword more dangerous for its bite than its bark. Such is the way that Tarin came to hold the death element, thought all known remaining female magine. [ 1st story ] Eldest of fought as a warrior in the great war. She is of the first brood of magine and she keeps it apart from her, trapping it within the sword.
Afterwards she was suffered into slavery, years later escaping Barod (wind magine) called the Magine together for yet another war. New threats arose and she relocated to the tundra, living there until magine race, which she had been seperated for many years. In this one, she fought yet again and was reunited with the and finding a home with the elves. She and Barod were the first known magine that resulted from the rebirth of Mage.
They also adopted three of the magine eggs elves for her friendship and loyalty to the race. [ 2nd story ] Was given a legendary sword from the to find love and were hence married. During a time of less than a well a maternal figure for several other of the magine children. Tarin became the adopted mother of Narra (controlled by another writer) as husband Barod from his capture in Haruth's castle.
She and the drow mate of Mage also rescued her year, she went through many things. In his near death state, Barod was saved by the combining of other, sharing dreams, thoughts, and wounds. Thus they are connected deeper than any destroying Haruth for his brutal actions across the land. In the course of events that followed, Tarin bent herself on his soul with Tarin's through a great spell cast by Lothnar.
In the end she succeeded, the Sukar King, binding Tarin to eternal life in the process. With his dying breath, Haruth cursed her with the evil mark of Diamon, devoting herself to Barod and the dogman child that accompanies the companions. Tarin has set herself to putting away the sorrow of her curse and but with a price. What lies inside her though is wind.
Abilities: Control over is strong, much like her parents. Her powers are well developed and she not easy to ignore. Keela has a mental tie to the past, knowing without being narrator for races and wars past. The wind assists in this, acting as a attributes.
Weapons: Magic, physical told the events that happened long before her time. - talons, teeth, before growing since she felt her sister's need to not be left behind. Bio: The first of Barod and Tarin trio to grow into adult hood, she waited her full form to aid her father in a fight. When the time came though, she burst into the glory of etc.)
She holds a strong respect for her father, a deep love for her mother, and an unexplainable to feel the sorrows of all that surround her. Her heart is a burdened one, gifted with the rare attribute path is not meant to be an easy one, nor one to be tread carelessly. She has been told that her heart is like that of the Mageri, and that her connection to her Uncle Lothnar, and harbors an unbreakable loyalty to all those she cares for. She did not actively fight in the most recent war, instead she was called to a hold within the mountains where she discovered two encounter and has diligently been working on the tablets she found.
For the last three weeks, she has told no one of this guiding her to find meaning in the stone slabs that called to her so strongly. Her only tutor is the ageless wind, who in its meandering and undeniably wise way is tablets and was visited by a Tzarian general who both rescued her and prophesied to her what purpose she was intended for. Bio: The fiery child of Tarin and Barod, she is trapped in her magine, and the advice of the Black Gryphon, she has settled to the path of time and purpose. It led to a very troubling time for her, but through the friendship of Halion, another of the new generation though she doesn't understand it yet.
She has a tie to the future, youth, not yet having found her way to grow into adult hood. Through the flames of both fire and her own soul she receives visions of things yet to come, voices of great deities that her kind had long since stopped hearing. Tarra is also a companion to the elements, with ears attuned to the they answer when they will. She can speak to them, and though in her youth, she is unable to grasp the meaning or importance of these yet.
As the effects of the recent war are beginning to fade and the wounds on her family slowly heal, she is how to listen, and to hear once more the ancient voices that had guided them in the past. The Giant Owl that is master of the wind had bestowed upon her the task of teaching the others great display of sacrificial magic....who was also the reincarnate of the Black Gryphon, guardian of the forest and entity of the earth element. She has decided to not, however, tell them of her discovery that her Uncle Talsmar, a tzarian that ended the last battle in a thinking about telling Halion or perhaps Daggoth (her brother, controlled by Barod_of_wind) about the beasts of the embodied elements. Abilities: Controls all aspects of good though as the taint left behind by the created much of what is known in the realms.
Bio: Lothnar is the first born of three dragon races that and the two races settled down and began populateing their worlds by createing races to their liking or by bringing races from other worlds to theirs. Battles between Lothnar's kin, the Mageri, and those of his brother, the Sukar, waged across the many realms, shapeing and forming them untill at last boundries were set Sukar dureing the great wars spreads, Lothnar's power lessens with his overall strength. It was Lothnar who gave the mages the ability to create the magine, a plan that that war Lothnar had been severally wounded and dissapeared, his race retreating as well with the imprisonment of the Sukar race in the shadow realm. He never knew of the corruption of the magic users and blames himself many times over for the tortures the magine had to endure but in recently had begun to gain something back.
Lothnar has lost much in his long lifetime and was meant to aid them in driveing the Sukar back once and for all. After the death of his first wife many years ago, Lothnar has found new love in the time in order to take care of business and look for cures to the curse that ails Tarin. Since then, Lothnar has spent most of his time with her, dissapearing into his own citidale from time to other realm known to any scholar of mortal life. The sun lowered here, in this place set apart from any dragon Terre who came with him into the sacred lands of his people after Haruth's death.
It sunk low behind the mountains and then seemed to slow, gem of a city glittering in the mix of sun and new moonlight. Surrounded by igh mountain peaks, steeping down into a bowl shaped vally, sat a single it's center was the City of Lights. The Golden Lands, this place was called, and in as if hesitant to leave such a beautiful land. Tall spiralling buildings and homes made up several rings, of marble and jade.
Streets branched from them made the theatres, the mage towers and taverns. They made a ring about the market places and all made from gold, silver, and pearl. These too were wholsome places that echoed their own, sunlight captured from the day that would soon dim as it was replaced with starlight. Children ran fearlessly in the streets, playing beneith the glimering buildings that seemed to have a glow all enough space for natural wildlife to grow.
These places also made a ring, each ring leaveing with good music and laughter. Small whispy sprites and Fairy folk flitted and giggled amoung the leaves of trees and in it's make and houseing all that was left in the city. This place ringed the central building, a citidale of gold and pearl, massive rest of the city, a giant diamond, a symbol to the city itself. Twelve towering needle like spires jabbed upward into the air, holding high about the plants, playing with the children as well and pestering some of the adults.
When the diamond fell from it's high of the mageri. This was the home taint of evil where they could live as they were meant to. They lived hear and in the surrounding land, the only place without the place, so to would the city. Lothnar himself lived within the knowing someone would guide her here should she need him.
For now though he kept to himself, allowing her to roam freely, words of an ncient text, words in his own hand writeing. For now, he placed his thought in reading once more the cryptic citidale with Terre. Finally, with a growl he flung himself curse but nothing I can understand." A shiver rose in his spine. "What was I thinking when I wrote this? It gives hints to the jolted him sure enough.
It was breif but it back, rubbing at his eyes. He'd been getting them since the day he knew. was awake, Lothnar was on the move, likely takeing direction from Diamon. His voices on the outside told him that the death magine and terre came to this place.
He knew, like Lothnar, that the Sukar king was more than likely simply useing , among his people. He was a sad story him when he came close to his goal. He had many people watching in hopes they could etir but the magine's need for revenge was to great for him to care. He turns and goes to a balcany off to his right, stepping into ones here.
Mageri weren't the only their mortal lives forgotten in this ageless place. Those from long ago who had pure hearts lived here, the cooling night air to look down at this place, his city. Here too were those and the families of those who but it wasn't their fault. Their numbers now dwarfed the magine the growing night air.
Lothnar sighed and breathed deep of had made up the immortal armies long ago. At least they rearing to go. OOC woo hoo!! Another thread get into trouble once more. *cracks her fingers* and I"m ready to were happy.
Abilities: A an over achieving sorceress with a tending to rely on her magical abilities the most. Weapons: She does not usually carry any visible weapons, a very good aim when she throws them. But when necessary she weilds daggers the most and has massive arsenal of spells at her command. She also carries a smallish pouch at her waist that never leaves her side and land of the magine by complete accident.
Bio: (first story) Liriel had stumbled upon the part, and no one has told her any differently. She is assuming it was a miscalculated spell on her is quite odd in its nature and none know it's secrets but her. During that time she was found by Lothnar who introduced her to the rest of the party and she was befriended responsible for the multielement's destruction and deeply fascinated by it as well. She had an encounter with Mage and his multielement that left her feeling both race and taught Riela how to cast some spells.
(second story) During this time she learned more about the magine by Talsmar who she later married and settled with to raise two of the magine children, Riela and Galyx. Galyx learned how to shared in the dilemma and the two ended up exploring these strange feelings to the demise of Liriel and Talsmar's relationship. Upon meeting up with Mage again she felt the tension again and when he grew into the man she had first met he adult forms and helped out with the fight against Haruth. As well during this time Riela and Galyx grew into their fight from Talsmar.
At the end of the battle Liriel and Mage pass them by as they rested and recouperated from the battle against Haruth. (last three weeks) Liriel and Mage have spent this time together letting the world had with Talsmar she realizes which still pains her when she thinks about him. Liriel has found during this time her feelings for Mage ran deep, much deeper than they retreated to be alone for a time. His death having caused her a the first time she used magic in the three weeks since Haruth's death.
She sat in a crosslegged stance now, her eyes closed her mind focused, this being enough to do something. Now she finally felt refreshed great deal of unsettled grief. Her mind flitted through the extense of spells that her own, she felt as close to them as if they had been her own. She missed the presence of Riela and Galyx, her two children and though they were not to them.
Soon she would return she used, some regularly, some not so regularly. Feeling a hand on her shoulder she jumped slightly and looked up to see Mage, go," he says. "It is time to would need, then she looked to him and nodded once more. She nodded and stood up, making sure everything was there that she an unknowing smile appearing on her face as she looked up to him.
"Let's go of Talsmar and an evident sadness entered her eyes as she thought about him. I am eager to see everyone again." Her mind flicked over to the thoughts ok, that he had forgiven her, she still felt a guilt that had not seemed to leave. She felt so much like she had betrayed him in some way and though he had said it was then. Shaking her head slightly she took in a quick breath and let go."
"Let us stronger power to combining them both and has not yet found the key to unleashing them. Abilities: A moderate control of both life and death elements in equal amounts but knows of a it out just as quickly, smiling to Mage once again. Bio: Riela had chosen to go with Liriel from the beginning and thereby took on a great deal of Liriel's approach and she is quite determined to get what she knows is attainable. Her outlook on life is much like her mothers, but with a bit more optimistic and equal amount of life and death, neither one gaining a foothold over the other which is very rare for a Magine.
She has learned from Barod that like Liriel holds an equal amount of good and evil inside of her, so does Riela hold characteristics, even choosing to look like a drow when she had learned to change shape and to grow. She had thought many times over taking on the full Life element, but she felt that in doing to spend equal times with them both, but of late she had found herself thinking over a few things. Since the departure of Liriel and Terre, Riela had spend a few days taking care of Darius and Galyx, trying that had befallen him and Tarin she had remained out of their way. She had been wanting to talk to Barod for weeks now but with the dilemma so she would lose a part of herself and so she keeps the equality of them both.
She had also thought hard on the quest that had been given rivers and mountains for any sign of the well hidden people and in the times she had found despair she would perch herself upon a hill or cliff edge and look out over the moonlight. She had been searching for any sign of the tzar in any spare time that she had and had in fact spent the last couple of weeks solidly away from anyone, searching the wilds, rocks, caves, the black feathers, each one lined with silver. Tonight it was quite clear and the wind rustled through her by Talsmar before his death, to seek out his brother. Her white eyes, flecked with black gazed out over ground in frustration and she let out a deep sigh, the only thing answering her was the gentle blow of the wind through her feathers.
"How can I do what you have asked me, father, if none of your people ever show themselves?!" Her clawed hand slammed down on the her though she was debating not going back at all for a while. Soon she would head back to everyone again and do whatever was asked of the vast landscape, a sorrowful expression in them. Her sense of obligation and duty left her and the clouds gently flow in their lazy manner. Now she just watched the moon flow over the sky of anything better)
Race: Lizardfolk (haven't thought knowing she needed to go back. Ability: Shilarra is the medicine woman of her particular some that have allowed her to develop potions of healing that would help even the magically created magine. Being friends with Liriel she has managed to gain access to many herbs from many different lands and even designated, but if forced she can use her clawed hands and feet as well as her teeth. She is not much of a fighter, prefering to remain in the medical area, wherever that happens to be tribe and she does a vast expanse of herbalism.
During the final battle with Haruth, Shilarra along with a few thousand of her warriors had been summoned to she had left with Mage, leaving them stuck there until a portal could be formed to take them back home. By the time they arrived there was little for them to do and before anyone could get a hold of Liriel they had the mutual acquaintance with the unpredictable drow and to learn more about each other's race. The dragon kin had been kind enough to invite her and her people to share stories of how the land of the magine to help out with the final battle should their help be needed. Shilarra had even taken it upon herself, albeit reluctantly to act as a within them, Liriel's magic held true and kept them from fighting anyone who came too close.
As yet they had not been released to return to their home and though there was tension gone since Haruth's death, she had much to talk about with the woman. She was curious now as to where the mischievous drow had gone to, having been sort of diplomat to the confused drow that Liriel had saved. For now she sat quietly, watching one of was not allowed to do anything about until another medicine woman could be chosen. He was one of the warriors that she had liked for a long time but told at birth.
This could normally be the generals talk to the dragons. When the lizard folk were born, each child bore a dark blue. Each warrior bore the child with a deep purple tuft and that one would be selected for the medicine charge. That was a common for nearly all of the lizardfolk, but on occasion there would spring forth a small tuft of hair atop their scaly lizard heads.
It was odd that they were always women, but no one to have any relationships of any kind. While she was needed she was not allowed understood her circumstance for he had never settled down with any of the woman warriors. It seemed though, even as the general looked at her from time to time, that he questioned it, they just accepted it as part of life. A gesture she took as a good sign that he was blue robes that she wore, a leafy design stitched along the hem in gold and green threading.
She shifted a little in her position, her four fingered scaled hands of a deep green fiddled with the go home. She was ready to waiting for that new medicine woman to be revealed. Age: Um, whatever works for a an adult dragon equaling in an ice dragon. Race: Dragon, specifically it does not run as deep as it would for the magine.
Ability: She had an acute connection to the element of ice though maturity an age of about a 24 year old. She has the ice breath weapon as well as a small amount of magical ability though she does not look anything like the traditional elves. She can also shape shift into the form of an elf, claws, tail, bite. Weapons: Ice breath weapon, which allows her to use ice to her advantage or however she sees fit.
Bio: Terre is the daughter of the he keeps a count and control on the dragons of this land. An overseer of the land riddled with humans, elves, dwarfs and many other races, but was never one for politics. She was appointed to be his successor dragon high council, High Elder, Sargraith. Liriel had invited her to meet her newfound friends where she met Lothnar and through the series and going with Lothnar she felt that going with him would help in some way greater than remaining at home.
She soon found out just who she was and though she was torn between staying with her father and fulfilling family obligations frame, flashing periodically between being clear and opaque. The icy dress flowed smoothly over the delicate elven of events to come she found herself growing quite attached to him, though unsure why. This elf was like no other in that her skin was as white as new fallen snow, even glittering a bit like it as if a bit of soft light where shining upon it, her hair down to her hips was white as well but walked by having accepted her since Lothnar had told them of her coming. A few of the mageri that lived there gave her a passing hello as she but not many of them just yet.
She even knew a few of them by name, with a soft glow of a delicate blue hue, her lips were this light blue as well as was her eyes, looking jewel like with no white or pupil, their seemingly faceted surface skimmed over the surroundings she had come to call home. She had kept a bit quiet of late, letting herself explore the area their homes, but she had a suspicion that Lothnar would be remaining late. It was getting close to the time when most of them would return to but then she didn't really ask him either. He had not spoken much of what he was reading, and taking flight in the night sky whenever she got the opportunity.
She had much on her mind as well and she was she could finally see her friends again. She wondered how long it would be before see them again. If she would ever still trying to settle down and take everything in. She had found a small garden not far from where Lothnar did his reading that about, even dozing off a little bit to the gentle sound of their whimsical songs.
Finding her usual bench she took a seat there to watch the sprites and faeries flitter control the creatured of the elemental plain, rallying them long ago and sending them out against Falsun. Abilities: Mage has control over all elemental powers and at the hight of his strength, was able to she rather enjoyed going to and that was where she was headed to now. Bio: Mage was one of the last such a thing results in his young age. Even so, his birth had been long delayed and woman named Cleo who quickly became a bond sister to him.
He was born in a schooling facility and adopted by a dogman magine created by the magic users. He'd always imagined that his original element had ben ice, and elements, the multi-elemental who called itself Muhai. Hidden within though was the last of the greater that had long ago fallen into chaos. It was a refugee from the elemental world indeed it was the first he had ever known.
Awakening in Mage, it realized that it's kin were destroed, split into the right moment to show itself. Weak yet, the serpent waited for the form of jelousy. The opportunity came in the individual powers, and so it's chance to ain dominion over all. Men of Academy who had come to desire Cleo found Mage slaying her bond, fakeing her death and spiriting her away.
They plotted against Mage but eventually settled on kidnapping Cleo rather than the ultimate death scene. Their plan went well untill constantly in the way of their efferts to court her. Beleiveing Cleo was lost to him, Mage fell crushed him down, taking control over his every aspect. Like a serpent, it's coils wrapped around Mage's mind and nearly bring Falsun to it's knees.
This began the great planes war that would to greif and Muhai sprang forward. It eventually ended with Muhai's capture and Mage's texts of the elemental wars. The rest is known within the a town once while she slept to see what occured now in the land of his origin. For the past three weeks now he has spent much of his time with Liriel, having gone into banishment from Falsun into another realm.
He has learned things within himself that he had never known Liriel, happy without to much worry for the future. He is truely comeing to beleive he could be happy with back of his mind. Still something gnaws at the before and distant sorrows have begun to slip away. A strange thing catches the attention of the now subdued multi-element but when mage now on returning home and what may await them there.
He had been able to push it aside though and focuses the tree that had housed them this past three weeks. Mage nods to Liriels words and gives a sigh, looking to chooses to investigate, whatever it was disappeared, leaving his mind almost feeling raw. It would always be his home, that was sure, his friends once more was equally as strong as his need to stay. This was a special place, one he didnt leave easily but his need to see promised himself that.
He would be back, he and someday hed come back to it. Maybe in the other world, someone could tell him and frightening. It was old, familiar, blurs of his past. It stirred but flashes and what it was that nagged at his mind.
He couldnt remember all that had occurred back in the days represented by to it came to mind and he didnt recall Dakars daughter. He didnt remember , or at least the name or anything close the slain at his trial. He had heard a list of these flashes, the days when he had lost himself to the multi-element. It was a long list and had less put a face to them.
Mage couldnt remember all the names much to this new thing occuring. He was unawares and closer on edge taken some hours to announce. He knew it was something he should know about but he couldnt the head and smiled to Liriel. He shook them away with a toss of be on our way.
Take my hand then, and well catch hold of it and neither could the serpent, Muhai. Likely she could cast her own portal spells now but her energy had only recently returned and and he was fine with it. Then again, he doubted she intended it anyway simply had to tap into the serpent without lending to much control. Muhai had strength enough to make many such trips and then some, Mage there wasnt use for her to use it all up again for a single trip.
It was something he learned in his spare time here, breif darkness to stand before the giant form of the elemental serpent. He took her hands gently in his own and slipped inside himself, down through as they crossed through reality and dream, the different places that no living creature could go. A wordless command and the world blurred and flew away, giving room to the stars and planets placing boundries where he could see them mentally. As quickly as land gave way to open imagination? Either way, they had returned, it was clear enough.
The air smelled old here to Mage, or was it his to the destination. Mage turned his thoughts space, open space became a glittering sea. Reila was the first why, he wasnt sure. Still in the mountains, though was to far for anything else.
He could feel an agenda but he he could sence. The blurring world shifted as the course changed and they soon came upon land, whirling blur he caught the smell of death, growing old now. Mage smelled it before he saw the battle ground, even through the was thankful for it, having avoided seeing the desolation once more. The battle field was only a darker blur than the rest and Mage over forest, field, and mountain as they traveled east to the mountain range.
They went now above a small portion of the mountain range that they and then stopped completely. They touched on rock gently Reilas familiar form not far off. Mage peered about a moment before spotting had left three weeks before and the ride ended, abruptly as always. The guiding went death until came before him.
the old man didn't even realize he was man noticed the swirling black and grey mists around them. Then there was shock, as though for the first time the as always. sated his fears quickly, explaining in a more releived than anything else after the initial shock passed away. The old man, now a younger more fit version of himself, actually seemed an easy one.
His life hadn't been calm tone what was happening. As led him down a narrow pathway both saw with one about their destination. The man asked the typical questions, starting to his tounge. Dakar's replies were old flashes of the man's life from birth unto death.
He was takeing the old man found through . Where that was, couldn't be life the man led. could guess though, from the to where he belonged. He was honest enough and had his flaws but light in the distance that parted the mists.
The narrow way gave led up to a nearing dark tunnel that led up to the light of the afterlife. The old man said he supposed this then must be the long so did all who walked the mortal world. laughed a bit in good nature and the gateway alot sooner than either had expected. Though the way seemed long, they actually came to space but at least he'd know it would come eventually.
had never gotten used to such sudden changed of time and gave a small nod of agreement. The old man was thrown off completely and it's upper half reared to stare down at the to. Near the gateway opening sat a giant black cobra, coiled comfortably with a familiar gaze. It looked upon with terrified by what else he saw.
This was death, at last totally different though couldn't imagine what. It was likely that the man saw something faded and became replaced by a smile. It wasn't bad though, for the fear soon as saw it. THe serpent seemed to smile in return and love.
"Hello my as I promised. I've been waiting for you, a woman's voice filled the misty air. Come, enter the hall of your fathers and be at peace." and he passed through. Golden barred doors swung wide said.
"Peace." He The man's smile widened as he moved for the gate. "At long last." Then the light took him and watched still that of the young woman. The serpent then looked to , it's voice only what people made it out to be though still quite real. It never remained the same, for death was not male or female, it was in some measure of despare as the gates closed.
"Do not despair, gave a small sigh. Your day will come." her?" The serpent actually began to look saddened before speaking again. "When? When will I see my daughter again? When will I hold my hand. "I cannot promise soon, for I have gates are closed to you.
Until the day I do not these is yours." nodded and began to turn away. I am sorry, it isn't my choice anymore than it much need of you yet. He was back in is body before he time had passed in what seemed several hours in the place between life and death. The body of the man was cold now beneith it's rags but saw that not much things went.
That was how knew the serpent had given any response. In the spiritual world time moved slowly until one went sat by the body. rose slowly from where he to get moveing now. He had rested enough and had past the gates where time didn't even exist.
A feeling told him he was late to catch his quarry now but he Mage's tree home first. He'd continue his course to before decideing on his path. He glanced about for only an instant wasn't going to use his single method of realm travel on a hunch. A dark furred horse sat tethered to hammered inside the tavern.
The owner was likely getting stroking it's neck lightly. walked to the beast and began a pole off to his right. He rarely traveled as a magine fast mount. He would need a bow and a good quiver of arrows tucked there as well.
Throwing himself into the saddle, was pleased to find a hunters in these populated areas. Whoever owned this animal was a fool blade in it's sheath all in a single unseen movement. drew his black bladed sword and slashed the tethers, replaceing the into a gallop as he once again picked up the trail. He snatched up the rains and brought the horse around, kneeing it to leave his weapons behind.
Riela was just about to launch herself from the cliff's edge when she back. So he was back as well. That meant her mother was caught onto a familiar feeling that she hadn't felt for a while. She felt very excited to see her mother, then just as she was nearing the halfway point she extended the feathery wings and caught a gust of wind that sent her soaring back up towards the sky.
Looking down and around her a little she gave a hearty jump from the cliff's edge and watched as the ground started to rush towards her with an even greater speed, her glide as she navigated her way towards Mage and Liriel. Several bursting flaps of her wings and then she was able to begin for it had been a while. She set aside the thoughts of for a little while. That would have to wait to a landing near Mage and Liriel.
It did not take her long to come searching out Talsmar's brother. Keeping still several yards away, she took the opportunity to calm her nerves and her mind if still seeming a bit distant. She slowly walked over to the two, smiling, it would not be too long before she was used to it. Liriel never could get used to being transported like that, but she figured into a more focused state as well as changing to her chosen drow form.
As she entered the landscape she looked around, taking in a deep breath overhead and then smiled as she recognized the figure. Her eyes narrowed a little as she saw a figure fly nearly ran over to see Riela. She quickly pulled from Mage's hand as she of the new air, happy that it was still night time. She had yet to notice Riela's distant gaze even as back though not with the same strength.
"Oh, how I have missed you." Riela hugged a moment, tilting her head a little. Liriel slowly moved away and looked at Riela for she threw her arms around her daugher's neck. "What is wrong?" Riela shook her head since you left. "Things have been rather chaotic goodbye...so she left it upon my shoulders.
Terre did not get the opportunity to tell you a little and offered a half smile. I think she would have rather told you herself." couldn't think. "I am sorry...I just..I Liriel looked back up quickly to Riela and almost frowned even though she knew he was right. All I knew was that I wanted to get away from it all." "To be with Mage." Liriel's eyes lowered as she heard the words.
"Perhaps one day you will understand..." been here. You should have you.. .....We needed "Understand nothing, Mother. Me and around a little then slowly nodded.
We both needed you.." Liriel glanced something else, but there really wasn't anything to say. "Well....." She seemed as though she wanted to say Galyx. Looking to Mage she then turned and started to make moment and she didn't look back as she answered Riela. "Aren't you even going to apologize, Mother?" Liriel's steps paused a accept it?" Then she kept moving, leaving Riela to her newfound thoughts.
"Would you really want to hear it if I did...? Would you really her way towards the encampment of everyone else. Abilities: Barod has a mastery over wind and is a good warrior with double headed silver axes. Weapons: Magic, natural weapons, two the very first brood. Bio: Barod was one from the twin battle axes he tends to use in a humanoid form.
Third born of the first of the ten years as a mindless illing machine. He, like all those born first, spent his first of makeing, Barod has struggled with his new found soul. Almost everyday after those ten years when Lothnar altered the spells elements created by the mages. The struggle at first made him cold to and with a short fuse.
His temper had been violent then wisdom that was the natural gift of his element. Over time though, he settled and began to grow into the others and quick to any conclusion. Now, he has found his mate and together they are the first magine of back and forth across the mountains and some of the untouched plains below. For the past three weeks since the death of his brother, Barod has paced weight his options heavily though he chose to wait a while for Mage and Liriel's return.
Lothnar offered a place where he and his family could make a new home and Barod has this age to know true love, a rare occurance among their kind. He worries constantly over Tarin now though he hides days, nor is the search for a cure. Her curse is never far from his mind thse know where to begin searching. The problem is that he doesn't it to keep the worry from spreading.
He has kept Narra and Halion with him and his family while Mage had left, as well do about it now, whether to allow the child to go with the blue skinned elf folk, or to keep it in his own family. The female of the two had formed a bond with the child while they both lay captured in Haruth's dungeon and Barod struggles on what to it should ultimately be Mage's choice. The closest he can decide is that as the two last remaining member of the dogman tribe where CLeo's child came from. Abilities: Control over the meager at the moment.
Weapons: Magic and natural weaponry, though and Tarin and now is the youngest of all the group. Bio: Daggoth is the youngest of the three children raised by Barod element of water He hasn't seemed to age in any way where the other children to cling to that innocense that tells him nothing is wrong in the world. They each seemed to come to a suffering that triggered their changes but Dggoth seems right up to the point where he mimicks it.
The child has a strange and powerful bond to his element, have grown to adulthood in either mind, body, or both. He is as mysterious as the deep of the sea itself a whirl of fury that would even set the magine elder back on his heels. Barod though has noticed Daggoth in a rage before, seething silently and something unleahing it all in does his energy, much like the changes in the sea. Daggoth's peacefulness comes and goes with the shapes of the moon, as and usually calm and collected, especially at sunrise and sunset.
In the three weeks Barod has noticed a saddness for the lakes and rivers that ran through the forest around the area. He was homesick, not so much for their old mountain home, but more likely common here. Such things weren't so to Daggoth, a forlorn bit in the child. Barod doubts that Daggoth even knows what the rest of them do, child, and is something more to think on.
It is something he dreads revealing to the unpredictable rippleing out for miles in the distance. Easy breezes sent tall golden waves of grass hat they can never return home, for it didn't exist anymore. Barod couldn't see them now for his eyes were black upon the gold chain of a necklace. In one forepaw he held an opal strung back after a blinding flash of energy from a powerful foe had stolen it from him.
It was an artifact made by Lothnar himself not long ago, created to give Barod his sight now rather than their customary white, and blind. He found blindess helped in his meditations when he away from the stink of death miles from him. It was a bit of land across the mountains and he could know other things as well. He knew what the surroundings looked like, but blind came out here by himself to think.
His sinces peaked when he let his silver feathers like the prying fingers of a gentle mother. He lay now in his natural form, the wind brushing lightly through blade no matter how light it's touch. The grass waved around him and he felt every go of his sight. He heard crickets all around him in the grass and a wings like thunder in the air.
Overhead he heard the flap of bird on and on forever into the wild countryside. The cries of hawks seemed a song that would echo feild mouse or two scurried by several yards away. Barod knew peace side, followed by a light gnawing at his wings. Peace shattered suddenly with a sudden impact to his right turned his head.
Barod laughed and instinctivly again. "Restless? You've found no water then." Unseen, Daggoth sighed about his voice. "Nope." There was nothing down were all a game. He spoke as if it and huddled up closer to his father.
That was how he always sounded but Daggoth could use a change of scenery. Barod has brought him here today because he thought always either sat by himself or with Barod and Tarin. He wouldn't play with Tarra or any other dragon children and he his looks were always different. Daggoth's element appeared to be near lakes or rivers, simply listening to the sounds it made.
Barod had caught him many times sitting in something of a daze water against the shore but he never spoke of it. It was likely Daggoth heard more than just the lapping of the his best friend also. Water was secretive and so Barod held the power he held. It was just another mimickry of right when blind, and waited a few moments for his vision to begin returning.
Barod slid the necklace around his throat once more, haveing practiced enough to get it no wonder in Daggoth's silence. Daggoth lay beside him, as sollum as ever though boy along with him more often. Barod made a mental note to bring the then. "Come on he did look a bit better now.
Lets get back before your mother starts wondering about us." Daggoth lept to his feet and scrambled onto Barod's back as didn't have to make so much effert in riseing higher. The winds were kind down here on the plains and Barod the mountain wal that overshadowed them and led back into the range. When the winds were good enough to take more control, Barod turned around toward quickly as he could and settled himself in as Barod stood, tested the wind, and then lept into the air. Mage paused a bit and turned away from mother and daughter, that sence of being chased.
He had the feeling once more, had gone from Falsun, the feeling would dissipate. It had been his assumption that once he and Liriel listening but deeping his attentions diverted at the same time. Then again, maybe the persuer was really in and to kill? Mage shuddered at the thought. Was it another enemy, another creature wanting only to hate the thought.
Mage shuddered at this world, or had traveled here. The last battle seemed only yesterday and aparently it what all they shared. Another fight would destroy them, to Reila. Mage turned back had left some of them a little raw.
This was something of the reaction thought of consequence and with little warning. He and Liriel had just up an left, without the overwhelming anguish. It was the pain, and he'd expected to get. It had driven them out and a an explanation.
He couldn't offer softly. "Reila," He started need had called them back. "Your mother is go through the whole thing yourself. Someday you will understand but hopefully you won't the sentance before you judge.
Just keep in mind to read right. Come, tell me what raised for a short time with Mage in Cleo's house. Bio: Halion is one of two other children to have been much to him. When asked, there is nothing all has happened."
He has a strength and patience that forgos most of his companions, prefering keeps watch on her to make sure she is safe. Halion is quite protective of his younger sister, Narra and almost constantly yet to grow in body though her mind has matured to adulthood. He is equally protective of Tarra, one of the two children who has to keep silent in the back ground unless compelled to speak. He has promised not to leave her side until she says plainly nothing out of the ordinary.
The past three weeks, he has done held a watch over Narra. He has kept close to Tarra and she no longer needs him and intends to keep that promise. Now and then he has spoken with Galyx or tried to draw a lock eyes with the black and green orbs of his brother. A cuff on the back of the head brought Mage spinning about to to walk in when not a magine.
Like most everyone else, Halion chose elven form reluctant Daggoth into a game but otherwise keeps to his own council. He stood nearly as tall as Mage, you brother. "Still sneaking up on a theif. Be glad I wasn't grinning quietly from ear to ear.
You'd have lost your purse and possibly something more valuable." Mage gave a sigh and then grabbed Halion with bad habits. "You've developed some Halion go taking a playful shove and returning it with one of his own. Drop them before I drop you, right off the edge of a cliff." He laughed let a sudden smile, putting his younger brother in a head lock, rubbing his knuckled across Halion's scalp. Abilities: Narra controls both elements of death and fire though she the younger sister to Halion and Mage.
Bio: Narra is a quiet, kind hearted girl, the last though supposes she will not be for long. Of those who have grown to adulthood in some manner, she was had given no show of her powers to anyone. Her elven form is nealy the spitting image of her adopted mother Cleo though only conciders her mother now though Cleo will always be in her heart. In the last three weeks she had remained by Tarin the one she before her, Narra slipped from the shadows.
Stepping just as Silently down the rocks as Halion recently has she made her skin the frost blue color of the ice elves. Her golden eyes gave a soft glow as mouth falling open as he nearly fell backward. "Welcome back." Mage turned with a smile and paused, his when Mage had known her. Narra looked almost exactly like Cleo had she drew near, pauseing before she spoke.
It was a shock that pained him black being streaked with red in places. The only seeming differance was Narra's hair, the and nodded. Narra smiled a bit to remember his old bond. "Yeah, I was at least take her color as well.
I figured, since I had her face, I should shook his head quickly. I...could shift if you want." Mage surprised to. "No, little sister." Narra smiled nodded toward the camp. Turning back to Reila, he then?"
"Shall we and Mage gave return. Abilities: Engine has many abilities from his heritage, the one he as shrouded as his true age. Bio: Engines histories are bleak and just of legend who has been called one of the few remaining physical sources of magic. His mother was a draconian who was also a direct decendant to Shalkarod, an ancient beast has most pride in being his tolerance for alcohol.
The bloodline runs strong in Engine who of the sleeping beast. Engine is also a chosen decendant gives him many benefits. This is a thing that is the creatures fifth grandson. A resistance to magic and psyonics is one, and a had inspired a hatred in him for the art.
Engine also has strong magical talent but a shady past to instead. He prefers technology strength that surpasses what most could dream is another. Most recently hed been writing a court statement for an accident caused by over the spirits mortal family. The spirit, Rancor charged him with watching bit of trouble, Engine agreed.
Eager to leave behind this newest one of his own machines when a friend of old visited him. For the past three weeks he has been searching for the original companions, his Liriel had gone to the very world engine had just left. He hadnt known about the events here, however, nor that Mage and to backtrack. Now frustrated, he begins thing packed up for a long stay with the mortal family of Rancor.
Weapons: Natural weapons, magical abilities, a double bladed sword children brought up by Liriel and Talsmar. Bio: Galyx is the second to the two training is far from complete. His swordsman ship is exceptional though his is his chosen weapon for humanoid form. He took the death of his father in silence, withdrawing once more back to the group.
Most recently though he has come a mute existance before growing to maturity. As a child Galyx accidentally cursed himself into from the others for several days to be on his own. A scar crosses his throat as though made by language he learned from his mother. He manages to talk though, using the sign games with the dragons staying in the mountains.
Hes passed most his time lately by playing card a blade, a reminder to that curse. Riela looked towards Liriel as she walked away, herself as a child. She almost felt like recoiling into a chance to calm down rom the events like everyone else had. She knew he was right, it was just that she had not really had then over towards Mage as he spoke.
Not with this search for but she felt an urgency to complete this task. It ate away at her energy to even think about it and find out that he had been killed in battle. It was almost as if she were afraid to go there Talsmar's brother going on. She simply had she hardly noticed the other two's entrance.
There was an evident stress in her eyes and mind lay elsewhere for the moment. She heard the words they spoke, but her to know. She jumped slightly as Mage spoke to her again, and she looked quickly relaying a report of what all had gone on while they were gone. "...yes..of course.." She followed along the two with her and Mage close behind as any of the others did.
She had never felt as close to Mage to him then to the others before looking back to him again. She had always treated him as a kind of father figure, or perhaps more like else like a cousin or family friend. She treated Galyx like her brother, but everyone talk with Halion and Narra, her thoughts calling her elsewhere. Once her report was done she fell silent to allow him to a general, a superior officer, but never as close as she and Galyx was.
Since the battle had ended she had really withdrawn wounded, played diplomat with the lost and confused drow. She had gone about to the different encampments to help the and search out the tzar, who were out there, the question was "where". But most of the time she just snuck away to take flight in the sky into herself, not really saying much to anyone. From higher up in the cliffs, Galyx growled though he wasn't playing anyone.
Tonight hadn't been his to brag on, his own card system. He was trying to figure up quietly at yet another losing hand. He realized, after several encounters with dragons and other races as well, that most who find his though. Galyx just couldn't seem to set them aside in a wide crack in the rock.
He at last gathered the playing cards up in his claws and played had a system of some sort that aided them in a game. He knew that Mage and Liriel had returned but decided to wait a it did. For all he knew, would look and how far away he'd be from the problems this world presented. He wondered what it would be like to go up that high, how small everyone bitFrom up here the hight sky seemed to go on edlessly.
He shook his head a bit from wishful thinking and snatched the card from rock to rock around a short but stout figure marching up one of the high trails. Miles from anone on the exact opposite side of the mountain range, a grumbling can be heard echoing appearance for the most part. He is a human, at least in deck back out of the crack, shuffling and laying them out stubbernly. His skin is tanned from many days in the sun though most of his features save his hands and head.
He wears a heavy gathering of animal fur that hides short, very short. His hair is cut at the moment very little of it can be seen. It had once been shaved completely but he'd compared to the more heroic standards of humans these days. At five feet and 4 inches tall, he was quite small taunt about his hieght.
His build though would silence any forgotten to keep it that way. Nearly nothing but muscle and bone, he choice though. It wasn't his to his heratige. It was just another thing could put many folk to shame.
"Miles of mountain and I had to choose that one part that way. It was his elderly folk or dwarven kingdom. He was the best among any would take the longest to trek." Engine was a complainer. He was also unable to grow into his great age.
One thing he was known for was being his grumblings pauseing only to begin anew. Sighing, he turns yet another corner in the trail, childish. He had quite a walk ahead of him, silenced, saveing his breath for the trip. "Blast ye, forest spirit." He snarled and then away from the balacony to look at a small framed elven man standing before him across the room.
A click before the announcing whisper of wind that a door had opened caught Lothnar's attention and he turned refusing to use any other methods. He wore seat stained traveling leathers and his lengthy star at the end of a necklace chain. Glimmering on his breast was a silver four pointed protected what little of the old days was left in the realms. It was Lothnar's private mark and the standard for a secret order dedicated to hair was tosses from a recent ride.
Their numbers too, were diminishing which led to such had enough leisure time to come visiting here. This one was aparently an envoy for they rarely kind, waiting for the boy to speak. He bowed low and Lothnar returned it in wide gaps in their way such as Haruth. Report has it that there his desks, cleaning up his study as he listened and gave reply.
And the inventor decendant to Shalkarod has suddenly dissapeared from Falsun." Lothnar moved to of Dakar's movements. "Yes, I have knowledge is dark movment afoot. I assume, as well, that Engine goes to very well find sign of him. Search through that world and you may Lothnar didn't see it but knew the envoy had nodded.
If not, report again and I shall speak to Shalkarod directly." visit the hero's who defeated Haruth. He heard the rustle of with Words lothnar was all to familiar with. The elfman waslooking breifly over a worn scroll, one the times closely. "Also, we have watched parchment before turning about.
A time of succesion draws near and yet we have seen no who it must be." The envoy nodded again. I make my own plans to leave again, to find painting on the wall, turned back to the man. "As you will." Lothnar, haveing turned to look at a sign of a chosen heir." Lothnar could only sigh at this. "You are welcome to stay and will have and equally long one to return.
You have likely had a long journy to get here a bed prepared." The envoy politly declined at this. I can have someone look after your steed and have if you wish. "I have to much breif but welcomed respite. This had only been a a terrible pain collapsed him before he could stand straight again.
Fare well Dragon Father." He bowed again and Lothnar did likewise, but work to do. Lothnar dropped to the floor as though the life had suddenly flown from heard the cries for assistance comeing from the envoy. He barely felt the hand of the elfman on him, nor veins like the beat of an executioner's drum. He only heard his own blood pumping through hidden him, a red haze of pain blinding him to the outside world.
Moments later Lothnar stepped out into the for ware. He looked worse it actually seemed since illness didn't touch his people. Tired and pale, he looked sick, something more frightening than open air of the garden. Red dots flittered here and there across his vision, a reminder to the need passed on and he could bare no new child in time.
It would be no son of his blood, for his children had that he didn't have time for all of that. That breif burst of what was to come showed clearly of finding an heir to the light thrown and to his power. He had to for it though. He held no sorrows across many lands.
His children were scattered find someone. They were not of his blood but they were his children the right one. The trouble was finding across from him. Lothnar paused suddenly, looking just all the same and he loved each one dearly.
Terre dozed where he expected place of thought, Lothnar supposed. She always came to this place, her kissing her forehead lightly to wake her as his hand found her cheek. He moved to her silently and then bent forward as he drew close enough, her to be. "Good evening." He smilled a bit drop in on our friends back in the other world?"
"When exactly do you think it would be a good time to at his presence, raising her own hand to take his own. Terre awoke with a start and looked up at him, smiling initially and tilted his head slightly. Her skin was always cool to the touch, but there was a feeling of heat question though it came quicker than what she had expected. She looked to him for a moment, quite elated at his her arms around his neck and hugging him close.
"Anytime." She slowly stood and moved closer to him, slipping underneath it a welcome sign to the thriving life beneath the snowy surface. A few faeries and sprites tilting her head slightly, her eyes narrowing just a little as if in thought. She smiled and placed a soft kiss to his lips then leaned away from him, my one. "You don't look well, dancing around their head.
What worries do you carry this day?" Her hand reaching up and gently rustling the hair in the road upon the dark horse which now foamed at the mouth. Like a banshee on the edge of it's eternal madness, torn down already pushed the beast past it's limits. They had only riden n hour but had front of his face, dropping a few strands before his eyes and smiling a little. Being the animal of a drunkard, it likely of peaceful country would bring no such noble beast.
would have slain for a warhorse but in these parts and a gentle pull upon the reins had the horse slow itself down to a walk. had not the heard heart required to run the beast anymore than he was at the moment hadn't been pushed to such limits before. hopped down to remove his weight from learn. It would would build strength, stamina.
as they rode on, the horse it and walked along beside it. For all it's foul points it was a lovely animal and hit long bows at hand stepped from the brush at each side of the road. As if he'd mentioned the spell of summoning to bring such fortune, several figures in cloaks and "Halt traveler. looked forward to getting it ready for what hardships must come.
Welcome to our humble stretch go unharmed." The men waited while stopped but made no further movement. Loosen your money pouches, hand over your valuables, and you with your steed will and placeing them to the strings of their bows. Several of the men began to grow wary, drawing arrows of the road. voice, when it came, was low and calm and brought up his bow in a single swift movement, fireing an arrow at who stood no more than twenty feet away.
"I am the dark wanderer of the Academy....and I do not bow to road dogs." The leader of the badit group made a sneer still. was faster and a cold as death itself. The arrow skipped by along the stones and spooked a speed superior to that of the badit and his bow. was a blur as he spun, his left arm whiping out in dagger tossed from Dakar's sleeve embedded in one eye.
The lead theif flew back and fell will the slim throwing the horse to run into the brush. The other badit's shifted from the shock, them dearly. The hesitation cost to two more of the band. finished his spin which had brought him close not sure what to do now.
The blade bladed katana flew from it's scabberd and second in the same strike. then reversed the strike and gutted the whatever fate the demon traveler would have for them. THe remaining bandits turned and fled, leaveing their dead to beheaded the closest in a single manuver. let them go, turning to search red magine that stood across from her.
"Once more," Tarin said gently, urging the ruby dripping down slowly from its high plateau. Between them stood a large pillar of ice, water for his runaway steed. It was tall, considerably more so than the young of smoke blew back into her nostrils. Tarra huffed in frustration and sneezed as a bit grass to find the right position to aim her flame.
Fires winked in her eyes as she scooted herself back along the magine and just shorter than Tarin herself. She could see her mother through the pillar of ice, a section of to shift her form until she felt her eyes align with the tower. It unnerved her to aim the flame directly at her matriarch so she continued almost too high for Tarra to reach. There was a round hole in the ice, distortion against the strong, massive body easily seen on either side.
This was her target, her attempts were improving, success had yet to present itself. They'd been at the exercise for over an hour now and while possible, would have burned her mother several times. Continuously she missed, melting the ice, and if it were and nothing else. "Stop thinking startling her daughter into action.
Do it now!" Tarin said suddenly, lesson and this time Tarra was ready. She'd used the tactic once before during the Tarra. With a heavy beat of her wings she lifted up into the air and her jaws ice almost perfectly. It went through the dividing and then rejoining itself to form a shaft of spiraling fire within the column.
To Tarra's surprise it didn't pass through completely, but split as it entered the column itself, parted to release a javelin of flame that leaped from her to the ice. With a breath, Tarin blew a seal of ice around it, of the display. Tarra stood still in awe out?" she asked wonderingly. "Why does it not go freezing the column indefinitely and locking the flame inside.
Tarin smiled and stood on her hind legs, placing her forepaws on the very top of like ordinary fire. "Because magine fire is not die out immediately, as would the ice melt if it were my wish. If you willed the fire to be extinguished, it would follow your command and the column and peering out from the side of it, winking comically at her daughter. If you were to leave it, the fire would you can either trap it or spell it to maintain itself.
Likewise you can either feed the fire to keep it alive, or else moment of happiness for the proud mother, one of few as of late. Since you have passed this exercise, I will show you how." It was a eventually fade, albeit slower than stick fire. Only when she was around her family could she as easy. Alone...it was not more valuable than ever before.
So times such as these were be happy and focus her energy on living. "Obey me soundly, subject of the first she had learned in her youth. Contain thyself and all within." It was an elven spell, one it's usefulness never ceased to surprise her. Its catchy rhyme had always amused her, and of my whim.
At Tarin's words, the ice suddenly hardened and the fire continued to spiral inside magic now. "It's bound by take a considerable amount to break it. Not overly strong magic, but it will still it, trapped inside until the ice should be broken by some extreme force. And.." She smiled again and murmured down until it was small enough to fit in her palm.
In front of the little magine's eyes, the column began to shrink, dwindling put it. Which is where Tarin something beneath Tarra's hearing. "See the hole at the top? then wear it round your neck. Thread a leather strap though that and in life, but in yourself and those around you.
It will be something special, symbolizing a balance not only Encased with ice? There. Plus...it will show your own was make it small enough to wear. You did that, you know? All I did compacted to that space, it is quite powerful. The flame that rests within is your own, and strength and ability.
You might find a use several other things that it might remind her of. Tarra closed her forepaw over the glowing crystal, thinking of was never alone. One being that she for it someday." While she was more accustomed to it now and could go off on her own without fear, but - Her mother's voice cut through her thoughts.
There was no reason to her think of such things anymore, up, only halfway hearing. "-another surprise too." Tarra glanced it was still a haunting feeling to her to even think of being without anyone else. "What?" she as excitedly as Tarin did since she wasn't overly familiar with the two, but happy to see them again nonetheless. Tarin responded, thinking she wanted to know what the surprise was, "Mage has returned, and Liriel with him." Tarra smiled, not direction in which she had felt Mage's presence arrive.
"Let's go greet them," Tarin said and turned in the asked. Tarra was close behind her and together studying and yawned, reclining back onto the grass. Keela set down the bit of parchment she had been hiding spots Daggoth had told her of. She was tucked away in one of the few they ran the short way.
He knew how much she liked to be alone at quietly that she had to strain to hear them. A narrow stream moved languidly nearby her, its waters flowing so more volume than she cared to listen for. To her brother, they might sing sweetly and with times, a trait they had in common at times. He found much deeper meaning in even the shallowest of waters, a relief.
This was, to Keela, her constant tutor and companion whispered to her ample more. She bore enough secrets of her own and the wind that was one of the few who could share in its secrets. She was relieved at the more than nice, they were necessary. These quiet moments of rest and solitude were her, golden rays touching lightly upon her skin.
Sunshine filtered down through the thin canopy of foliage above quietness of the water. She felt as though it would lull her to sleep if had not suddenly itched. She would have, if the markings the marks remained. In any form she took, she let the warm touch linger on her cheek.
Two tear drops, one on either splattered against her once when he had been wounded. Each of them were of blood, Lothnar's blood, that had unlike those she'd tried before, she didn't doubt that the marks would stain scales, fur, or any other hide she could test. For some inexplicable purpose, they remained, permanently branded into her skin, onto her feathers, and should she ever learn to take a form cheek of her face. Now, these two marks itched and a warmth spread it wasn't overly comfortable.
It wasn't a painful heat but stream and cupped her hands under its slow, rippling flow. Moving onto her hands and knees, she crawled over to the little out from them, burning slowly into her. Pressing the water against her face she eased the and moved back to her spot. "Strange," she thought, not for the first time, in the thin gown that she wore beneath the silver garments.
She had removed her robes earlier because of the heat, preferring to study burn and sighed as it cooled and faded. It concealed her fully, leaving only cloth reflected the sunlight away from her, keeping her comfortable. But it let the wind cool her skin and the pale the ground, stretching out along the moss on her side. Now she folded her robes into a pillow and laid them on her neck and arms bare.
Within moments of closing her eyes and releasing a content sigh, the wind magine by an unusually dreamless sleep that was too wonderful to wake from so soon. Keela did not hear her mother's notice of the arrival of the two companions, already absorbed mind he weighed over Reila's report of all that had occured. Mage laughed and spoke with his youngers, though in the back of his had fallen asleep, her elven body cradled softly by the grass beneath her. In addition, he looked over since leaveing.
THey had all changed sorrow, they all seemed withdrawn in their own way. Though no longer in a type of shock or full of those currently preasent. Mage supposed that could not but a little over three weeks ago. Those present were mostly those who had once been children not been prepared at all for the trouble it was.
This had been their first taste of war and they had only be natural. This would be something to stay with them for sure, but cope in the future. This would help them to Mage's hope. At least, that was they would remember should a next time ever come.
A sound of someone's approach turned Mage's head to catch as they came up, giveing each a small hug. Mage's grin widened and he stood, meeting Tarin and Tarra halfway you both again. "It's good to see sight of two figures coming towards the camp. I wonder where everyone else is though." He turns and steps back to the camp, sitting by Liriel and Name: Darius.
OOC:Hmmm I seem to be late for the party..again is 25' tall and 45' long and has green striped with black feathers and deep black pupiless eyes Appearance: In elven appearance he stands about 5'8" with shadowy white shoulder length hair and pale skin.In natural form he watching Halion rise moveing an almost exact distance between Tarra and Narra, keeping watch on both as always. Abilities: Control over Earth element aswell as his natural weapons Weapons: Mithril Long sword enchanted with ice a result never knew about his magine heritige.
Bio: Darius was orphaned as a child and as and advanced fighting skills He was fostered by elves and learned on the outskirts of the elven realm. Later he honed his skills as a Seeker the magine Tarin and was swept up in the events that make up Elemental War:A New Beginning. It wasn't until what seemed at the time to be a freak stroke of luck he happened upon much of his skills from them.
For the past few weeks after the war Darius has spent most of his time helping to rebuild the surrounding countryside after the whole sale effort he had expended to finish this latest job had his mind in a bias state. Darius topped what seemed to be the tallest hill he'd ever seen, but the heat and the blackened turf of the last which was burned by Haruth's forces weeks earlier. Turning he examines his work, in the valley a newly erected homestead stands on the destruction which ended the war and in his spare time he works to become closer to his magine nature which is still unfamiliar. Darius and several others had been traveling helter skelter to thanks the workers and lays back against one of the many rocks which squat along the hill top.
Taking a seat next to the newly housed farmer Darius takes a flask of water and nods as the farmer their own accord and he nods off. After a second his eyes seemed to shut on rebuild small farms like these and were making progress. Darkness is creeping over the standing over him. The old farmer is eyes as he stands and thanks the farmer for his consideration and gracfully declining an invitation to stay the night he begins his trek back.
"Sorry son but it was getting late and I don't care what anybody says, 'tisn't safe to be dosing around here." Darius shakes the sleep from his horison as Darius awakes. Abilities: Powerful with magic to himself though. He prefers to simply keep a fishing pole. Weapons: Anything at hand, usually and fighting ability.
Bio: His true name haunting voice, but he is also know under the calling of Ferry Man. Most in any world usually call him Siren for his habits of singing and his to realm, unbound by the rifts that seperate worlds and dimensions. The reason for this is that he tends to carry passengers from realm is unknown. He is that last of the race called the Balthoy, and indeed is likely to three races existed on a single world.
Siren was born in a time when only the dying races created a dormant Lothnar and Diamon, safe from the conquering Balthoy. As wars raged on between the three, the other realms came into being and one of be the only wakeing creature with an age that surpasses the Father himself. It is true that Siren's race were once tyrants, useing their powerful magic and strength and pysionic capabilities to take down the other took down the Balthoy empire. It was the draconian race who Cities of Siren's people crashing to the ground.
The migty lord Shalkarod rose and brought the floating two races, the avarians which gave way to elves, human, and other humanoid before going extinct, and the draconians which still remain. None know the whole truth behind the Balthoy but what is known is that Sren rather than diminishing to what is known today. The powerful magic of ancient times has survived within him, his way from a fight instead. Still, he prefers not to use hostility, talking remains, an oddity among his people then for his good heart and strange ideals.
He is usually seen in a flying galleon which carries him from skinned fellow with wiry muscles and long limbs. His chosen human appearance is a talk, lanky, dark around a fishing pole saying it adds to his costume. He wears the ragged cloths of most fisherman and almost always carries realm to realm and is the heart of his transport business. His real appearance hasn't been looked upon in many millinea white sails of the flying ship to the fullest.
The wind was especially grand this evening and filled the billowing Siren prefered them that way. It of course wasn't needed but and he pities the first to see it. He lazed about now at one side of the deck, propped in a wodden chair with his hands behind his infront and to the right of him. His fishing pole sat propped up on the railing wh cared to measure time as it was.
It had been a long journy, at least for though head, his wide brimmed straw at over his eyes, and a reed sticking out from between his teeth. Siren hadn't aged a day in more years than he could time, and supper time. His times were breakfast time, dinner time and bed time, the twin titens of time itself. Those were the important times though they paled in comparison to nap even count and so time didn't matter all that much.
Where he'd be without them, with the foot bouncing along in rythem to a song he was currently singing. His bare feet sat propped upon the railing, one leg crossing the other at the knee on pretty redwing "Oh the moon shines bright Siren didn't know. Oh the moon shine bright on to the kingdom of dragons that now lay in ruin's, aparently done recently, and then to here.
On and on for many verses it had went, all the way from the far corner of Falsun, is voice hadn't tired of the song yet. He hadn't moved from the spot he was currently and pretty redwing, one pretty redwing..." A harsh sound from above him finally put an end to it and Siren sat up with though it wasn't really a crow as one might asume. A large black bird sat on the edge of the basket Siren company whenevr he visited certain places.
This was a raven, one of many who kept a grunt, pulling back the brim of his sat to look into the ship's crows nest. "Like ye could do better." Siren began, waggling an index have something important to squak." He prepared to turn away when the raven cried again. "Yer caws are death to the ears ye haggard old scavenger so shut yer beak lest it his chair, going to the bow of the ship. Siren realized that he'd overstepped himself yet again and stood from finger up to the bird who indeed could uderstand.
He offered no apology to had heard Siren's rant before. One wasn't needed for the raven and not only that, a string of them. Looming up before them was the crest of a mountain the bird above. Siren paused and scratched his several rats moveing to the railing on one side of the ship.
"Aye, really overstepped this time." A scuttling brought Siren's inquireing face around to see for that. "Hey now, no need chin a bit. Where ye think yer going?" All of the "Tradition, aye. theres trouble.
Rats abandon ship when animals stopped and gave rapid squeaks. There ain't no trouble though, and tradition won't sprout ye and rolled across the deck suddenly as the ship shuddered and groaned with a grinding across her belly. It's alright, just go back into me cabin and have a nice block o' cheese and, OOF!" Siren dropped than Siren had thought. The mountains had come on faster little wings to fly to the ground with either.
When he regained enough sense to scramble to his feet, he noticed grasped a hold to the railing and kept himself from stumbling back. "Hm, fancy that." The ship shuddered and groaned again though this time Siren wheel of the ship, willing it to rise higher the entire time. "Time to rise I'm supposen." He grumbled and then turned, rushing toward the the rats were gone and he raven with them . As though an extension of his mind, the ship did as it was told and Siren pace while he rigged some rop and repelled off her side to see what damage was done beneath.
The mountain wall gave way after that and Siren lowered the ship again and set her to a lazy was too. What damage there grasped the wheel and went to a hard left to avoid another jagged peak. Three holes where the panaling normal ship right then and there and likely would slow this one conciderably. Two weren't so bad but the third was a wound that would have sunk a had on hand to fix it.
Trouble was the lack of material Siren had been ripped away. A gust of wind suddenly snaged at his hat and halt midsentance at the sound of a string of grumblings comeing to an end. "Me hat! Bah!" Huffing, he climbed back aboard ship and snarled his frustrations, only to more to the edge, looking over. He quickly untied himself and went once sent it spiraling away, followed by Siren's despairing cry.
Indeed, down below was a lone traveler he came within shouting distance. Siren willed the ship down untill ye a lift to wherever ye need to be a going in exchange for information about any decent ports to fix me ship! "Hoy, friend! Fare greetings to ye on this night o' foul luck! Seems ye got quite a trek going for ye! Perhaps I could give hikeing up the mountain side. Barod flew high in the night sky, riseing above the cloud to something the cloads spoke of.
Daggoth clung quietly to his back, likely listening that the clouds were truely made of water. It had never crossed the wind Magine's thoughts before line as was his usualy habit when in the air. It was something Daggoth had confided in him it seemed. At least so world, or had only recently.
Barod sensed a new arrival to this one day a long time ago. Mage must have returned new in the world. Still, there were other familiar presences in a long time. One of which Barod hadn't known along with Liriel.
He began to veer off toward the place where the encampment could a small peep as a sound of curiosity. The young water magine had tensed suddenly and let out head to see daggoth from one eye. Barod slowed his flight a bit and turned his be found but a sound from daggoth caused him tp pause. The youngling stared out eyes did not deceive him and then loosened up a bit.
"What do you see?" Daggoth squinted as if to make sure his hadn't the sense to look for himself. "Clouds." Barod grew curious at that but still at the distance. "There are many up common sense but then pointed. You know this." Daggoth nodded to the silently as he turned to see off into the direction his son indicated.
"These move strange." Barod squinted and looked away, mouthing the answer back to himself here, child. The wind was whispering now, and through it's rabble the other was simply dubbed Grumbler. One was called Last of First and before he caught sight of it. Barod had to squint against the star light Barod could catch word of new creatures.
Billowing white in the distant wind a shape Barod recognized for what it was. A long and slender form of darkness sat beneith them, thoroughly puzzled now. "A ship?" He was were clouds, strange and squareshaped. Daggoth giggled at some unsaid words and Barod had never seen one.
He'd heard of flying ships but distance away, probably at the other end of the range itself. This one was indeed flying but why here? It was a good thought over what all he knew. His first instinct was to take a look for in potential danger. He wouldn't put his son wouldn't take chances with those he loved.
The wind spoke of no threat but Barod himself but he thought against it instantly. Veering fully now, Barod began again campfires down below at a distance that was growing closer. He lowered himself, parting through a cloud to catch sight of and ledges, sweeping up and comeing within sight of the camp he ment to reach. He flapped once to keep himself steady against the winds now buffeting him from the closer rocks full on his original course.
His taloned feet caught hold of a stronge ledge just above the camp and Barod looked down at glimmering from his eyes and the opal about his neck. Barod smiled down to the others and then looked to Mage, firelight I? Welcome back to you both." "I've missed the grand entrance again, haven't those gathered, Daggoth slideing down his tail to the ground where he promptly ran to Tarin. Engine turned and looked upward into the skk and the eyes someone had just made a long trip all the longer.
Engine wasn't so much surprised as he was irritated, annoyed that from him though. Releif flew such things of the one, the only one, abord the ship. " A foul night indeed!" He shouted back, an understaetment. "And quite is to the opposite end of the mountain.
I'm trying to make my way all the way ambleing down the mountain a bit. I know not of any ports ago unless your in Falsun. Those went out a long time to have her back in tip top shape. If you do give me a lift though, I promise to service a umm...flying vessel.
Maybe better than inventor. I'm an bit stretched in ways of the truth. It's my job to fix things." Maybe a before. Engine hated to work unless it was it it would get him only a few miles closer to his goal.
In this case though he'd have worked out even the stacks of paperwork back home something ngine would have enjoyed. Of course fixing a ship would be something he reallly wanted to do. Especially in the case of put together enough of a fund to get him into any of the worlds who did. He'd been working on the concept for some time but didn't have the right materials and couldn't began to realize otherwise.
Though, at a closer look, Engine one that flew. This vessel was powered by magic and aparent have already heard of Siren the ferry man. When one lived as long as Engine had, they would you. "Wait, I know owner was explanation enough about it.
Bloody good sight for sore in a rush. Drop a ladder already, I'm enough I'll hand over three kegs of me finest brew. I've already promised to fix your ship but if that ain't eyes, you are. Damned fast, c'mon!" Engine was pratically jumping up and down now, set the deck of cards aside.
Galyx rubbed at his eyes yet again and the worse he began to feel. He was tired and the later it got all his impatience being released in a single hyperactive tantrum. Standing up inside the small cavern, he stretched as best he could the cool wind ease them. From there he stretched his wings, letting snapping open with the sound of a thunder clap.
He leaned his weight forward and the fell, his wings and moved to the very edge of the ledge before him. They caught the wind out of a dive. On he fell, half in and words riseing up by echo from the mountains. The wind whistled past, bringing with it news from below, but not enough.
Galyx brought his wings wide at the last instant, flapping hard in an abrupt attempt expulling a great amount of air from his lungs in a massive sigh. His legs went to crouch and he let them drop, laying himself down roughly and over the ledge, into the ground, tilting it a bit to watch the others. After all that he adjusted his position slightly for comfort and then let his head hang to flow that brought him down to land on the ledge near Barod. Siren laughed and set himself back comfortably, going for he knew of Engine.
As Engine knew of him, about, Siren had nearly forced the ship to rise. When he'd caught sight of Engine's face as the traveler turned the rop ladder in the sotrage room. It wasn't nothing but he was suddenly concerned for his ship. Siren actually liked Engine for the troublesome being he was, ground it would be that one individual.
If anything could bring her crashing to the personal. Siren couldn't find it in his heart to turn away an old friend though, even if long time ago thankfully. They'd crossed that hump a back outside, tieing the ends off on the railing and tossing it over for Engine. Siren grabed up the rope ladder as he came across it in storage and then walked briskly that friend's great great grandparent had single handedly brought about the destruction of Siren's race.
"I'll except that offer I could find some place that'd take that ale ye offer. Yer expertise'll do me ship some much needed good and I'm sure Engine climbing up, the fellow not likely to take kind to his brew being berrated. It's actually a decent drink once ye taste buds rot away." He leaughed again as he watched o' yers. If there were any words comeing back and lifted a hatch on either side, pulling long and thick lengths of rope from their hidden compartments.
"Pull the rope up after ye if ye would." He went to the bow of the ship once more but it was more than that, it was an actual horn. A spiraling horn made up a head peice at the front railing at him, Siren ignored them. Siren moved to it and took a deep breath, pressing his lips to the mountains below and back up into the sky. The sound from it was clear and sweet, echoing off with his head to one side.
Siren left it at that, waiting a moment the wooden mouth of the horn and giveing a good sharp blow. A low crooning soon came to his hearing, like forgein to this world originally. Long an serpentine they came, two creatures scales the color of the deing sunlight. Both flew with great shimmering wings of twilight, their the sounds the whales of the sea made.
Intheir eyes was the night sky with lives forever aloft upon the winds. They were sky dragons, liveing their long came to Siren's call. Two males, brothers who comonly all the glory of the stars. Their sex could be told by the enormous tell they had heads at all.
With the horns though one could hardly foot length, looking at his reflection in the shineing plate like scales that covered the slender body. Siren levitated with one rope to the one closest to the ship, floating over the creature's majestic fifty antlerlike horns sprouting from their heads. With an ability and speed that had been formed by much practice, Siren tied the rope dragon before floating back to the ship. He preformed the same task with the second Engine with a wide grin.
He landed softly and looked to about the creature, makeing sure the dragon was comfortable before moveing to the other. "Other side o' the ridge ye say, then? Well, best we be off as quick as these two'll carry." The dragons would relay the direction. Engine could guide the way, Siren be sure, only a few moments. They would make grand pace and to received a silent command and began to bring the ship into a rise, following the ridge line and the peaks.