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Post by Neelahn on Jul 20, 2006 15:46:41 GMT -5
Upper Woods [/font] Along the Landslip, south of Shadowbrook, in southern part of the Standi Plains are the Upper Woods. Shades of greens and browns fill the surroundings. Not many creatures inhabit these woods, but there are the occasional swampy creatures roaming about. The further south you go, the closer you are to the Landslip, and the closer you get to the swamp. To the west is the Southern Fang, the southern most peak of The Teeth. And to the east is the Lands End, a city bustling with merchants and goods. The Rumble River, running to the Ruins Of Tular, and through the Southern Fang, runs along Shadowbrook and through the Landslip into the swamps. Though the fall on the river is so steep none could survive riding it down the slip, there are paths that weave down that are semi-safe. The trees here are tall and wide, but are short compared to most of the woods in Alasea. Pines, Oaks, and Willows flood the area, soaking the water from the ground, leaving the dirt hard and rocky. It’s a wonder how these trees survived the sinking of the Drowned Lands. ||All Are Welcome||
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Post by Filendie on Jul 20, 2006 18:43:04 GMT -5
{name:Filendie Garren#|#picture:2}His nostrils were assaulted by so many different aromas. Plants, trees and the rank smell of wildlife. A drop of blood still remained on the back of his hand that belonged to one of a small family of racoons, which he had preformed a ritual on earlier to recharge his staff with the dire magic’s that fuel the dark arts. He brought his hand up to the crystal and the blood seeped into it, leaving no stain on his pale skin. He took in a deep sigh as he tried to forget there horrid death cries, yet another living thing had to die for him to remain strong. He took in another breath, almost choking on it and began to walk in the shadowy canopy.
He had travelled from Shadowbrook to practice his magic, he hadn’t for a while and just had to get out and drain as much energy from the staff in one go as he could handle. He was never far from his staff; to him it was an extension of his arm and senses. He was extremely possessive and never let anyone else touch it, the last person who did and wouldn’t give it back never found his middle finger. At this moment he had just had about enough of this scenery for one day and began to head back to his house above the library.
He only took his second step when there was a shriek above him. He gracefully lifted his free hand into the air and on it perched his familiar Setil, a pitch black raven. He looked into its eyes as black as his own and made a sound like heavy breathing. This was the way he communicated with his pet, he asked shrewdly “Having Fun” in which Setil replied “Everything dead. Nothing living, this place shrivelled”. Filendie sighed and motioned for the bird to hop onto his shoulder in which it obeyed without complaint, only a chirp of acknowledgement. “Lets head back, I grow tired of this place, perhaps our time to move on will come sooner rather than later.” He said in one long drone and began to walk back to Shadowbrook.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Jul 25, 2006 0:29:45 GMT -5
{name:Cassa Dar#|#picture:1}The sunlight shown heavily on the course land that is The Upper Woods. A pattern of multicolored leaves carpeted the rocky, dry ground and the bare Autumn trees provided little shade. A crackle could be heard as a small pale boy appeared from behind a mighty willow tree just north of The Land Slip and began to move cautiously into the forest. His features were delicate yet stern and he wore only a piece of fur draped over his mid-section, held by a thin strip of leather fashioned around his waste. Darting from one tree to the next the child appeared to be surveying his surroundings. Suddenly painful cries of a woodland creature or perhaps several such creatures echoed through the dense forest. Instantly the boy began to run back toward his home in The Drowned Lake. Turning to glace behind him, he was unable to see the tree he was about to collide with. By the time his gaze returned it was far too late. The child ran directly into the trunk of a wide oak, but instead of hitting the tree, something very usual happened. In the blink of an eye the child was gone and all that remained was a slimy moss at the base of the tree. A few moments passed where all that could be heard was the sound of the wind in the trees and the occasional leaves falling to join their recently lost companions. To the south where The Land Slip begins Cassa Dar climbed a steep path. Her pace was brisk as she reached the outskirts of the woods. Her light steps made little sound on the crisp leaves. Her slender frame was covered in a deep green two piece outfit that appeared to be made of swamp plants. The young girl's long green hair matched this outfit and hung freely over her shoulders, down to her lower back. Ribbons of the same swampy material sored in a strong gust of wind from the east and then settled again over Cassa's thick emerald locks. Eyes flashing in the sun she gazed through the trees to the north. In her right hand she held a long narrow dagger barbed on each size. She stopped facing the old oak tree the boy had ran into not long ago. With one wipe of her hand the girl removed the gooey substance from the bark of the tree and rubbed it into her skirt. She turned and continued toward the hart of the forest, where the swamp child had heard the shrieks of pain. She returned to her hastened speed as she headed toward the sound to investigate. Although she was wise her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Regardless she required a regent from the same location. This made it quite convenient to discover what had happened or was still happening. After only a few yards she felt a warm damp substance on her bare right foot. Looking down she realized that it was blood. The blood of a raccoon. This was obvious to her after recognizing the scattered remains of what appeared to be an entire raccoon family. There was not much blood to be found. It seems as if most had been drained but, how and by whom, she did not know. The corpses were also mangled and there were holes in each creature's chest. Moving backward a few feet, Cassa rubbed the small amount of blood from the ball of her foot and toes onto the crackling leaves. This created a great deal of noise, the young girl was to detracted by the horrific sight she had just witnessed to be cautious now. Once her skin was clean of the red liquid she gazed around for signs of the attackers path. Just ahead of her she caught sight of more then just the killer's rout. It was the slaughterer himself, with blood still on his hand. She watched silently as the figure brought his staff close to the blood on his hand. She was unable to see what had happened next but, that didn't matter. Cassa felt confusion as she tried to figure out if this man was hostile or not. It didn't seem so. "But...What innocent person would slay an entire family of raccoons and drain their veins dry? 0oh well... I guess I'll find out soon enough." She thought as she cleared her throught hoping to pull the mans attention.
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Post by Filendie on Jul 25, 2006 6:15:39 GMT -5
{name:Filendie Garren#|#picture:2}He brought his hand up and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. He wasn’t used to long walks and normally thought of a place and he was there. But unfortunately there had been less and less wildlife to replenish his energies and he would rather walk and conserve the energy he had in himself as well as his staff. Light that had managed to find its way through the canopies beamed down onto him, the dark crystal reflecting the light unusually bright with occasional deep red flashes. Setil squawked in warning a second before he heard a noise behind him. Turning around quickly his long mane and coat flowed in unison around with him until his eyes settled on a figure in front of him.
He could only see the person’s silhouetted outline through the light he had passed through. His top lip flashed a sneer; he had been too careless, not remembering to look and see if he was alone while doing the devilish deed. “Who was she with?” came the first thought, his eyes darted to either side, only leaving the figure for a heartbeat “How much had she seen?” Was the second thought. The draining, the killing, or had she been following him from the moment he had used magic to find the animals in the first place. All was unsure at this time, but the figure hadn’t attacked him so far which seemed to be a better sign than most.
“Who goes there?” His voice boomed the command, demanding an answer on the spot. He moved into the light and began to see a woman as lithe thin as himself. He settled his pitch black eyes on her form and noticed her was dressed in plants, various mosses and who knows what else. She seemed weary but not harmful or violent by the way she stood. He squinted his eyes away from the light; it was too bright and even in the strongest of lights his eyes remained as two fixed black holes. He took a few steps back into the shelter of the trees once again “Why are you all the way out here alone?” He said a little softer this time but still firmly. If she was here alone then she couldn’t be as vulnerable as she appeared.
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Post by Neelahn on Jul 25, 2006 19:41:18 GMT -5
{name:Neelahn#|#picture:4}Arms failing, Neelahn managed to dig her nails into the bark of a nearby tree, stopping her fall. She quickly took a step, regained her balance and turned on a heel, her nails digging deeper reaching the moist, tender inside. She looked down at the staff laying about her feet; it's golden skin taunting her creamy color. Her green shorts, fastened by a brown belt, where covered in muck, as well as the honey blonde locks of hair by her waste. Her violet eyes shined in the sun as she stared up at her opponent. The baby Kroc'an was far from home. Its scaled, green skin cast a glare from the sun into her eyes. The aggressive carnivore flipped its armored tail in agitation, it's razor sharp teeth showing as it sneered. Though it was barely able to be out on it's own, it was the size of a full grown human. The swamp dweller's black eyes turned from her as a small sprout of a tree wrapped its limbs around the animal’s waste. Neelahn hummed softly to herself, as the Kroc'an bit at the small tree's branches. The branches twisted and curled around it, trying to hold it in place, but the Kroc’an began to shred it to pieces. Parting her lips, she whispered quietly into the wind that whipped her hair to the east. “Don’t Stop The Fire,” She squeezed her eyes tight, a fireball slowly taking form in her hand. She could feel the tiny tree’s strength plummet. Her heart skipped a beat as she pried her eyes open. The free Kroc’an now lunged toward her. Still gripping the tree she wriggled her fingers deeper, sweat running down her cheek. The fireball wasn’t large enough to stop the attack yet, and she knew this. Tapping into her elemental gifts once again, the large Willow behind her moaned as it swung forth with a large branch. Neelahn bit her lip as she leaned against the tree. Battering the beast aside, the branch returned to its original place, but the girl hadn’t gone untouched. The tail of the Kroc’an swung across Neelahn’s left leg. Crumbling to her knee, she released her grip on the tree’s trunk. Hot blood ran down her leg and polluted the dry soil, seeping into the cracks. Lifting her left hand she threw the flaming ball with great force. Sparking through the air, it struck the creature’s side, sending him back a few feet. Grabbing her wounded leg she tore a strip of cloth from her shirt as the Kroc’an tried to recover. Wrapping it tight, she then lifted her staff from the ground next to her. Using it as a crutch she slowly stood. The creature in front of her whipped it’s tail wildly as it’s charred flesh smoked and the smell of burnt flesh choked the air. Putting little pressure on her leg, she was able to walk slowly toward the Kroc’an. It’s eyes darted about her, as she got nearer. Suddenly a loud cry came from behind the Kroc’an, the sound of a screeching bird. The creature turned quickly toward the sound, it’s large body moving at an unusually fast pace. Neelahn took this to her advantage. Reaching into her small pants pocket, she removed a small throwing dagger. She stepped with her good foot and threw the dagger with skill. Imbedding itself in the skull of the Kroc’an, the serrated edges cut deep. Blood ran to mix in the soil as the beast fell limp. A small sigh of relief escaped from the nyphai’s lips. Being attack by a Kroc’an wasn’t what she came to these woods for. She shuddered remembering the shriek that caught her attacker’s attention. Bending, she adjusted her bandage slightly. What was that? she thought as she stood straightened once again. Neelahn began to limp slightly, leaves crunching under her feet, as she walked toward Shadowbrook.
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Post by Callidus on Jul 26, 2006 22:04:57 GMT -5
{name:Calli'dus#|#picture:0}Calli'dus studied the ground, silently cursing this foreign land. Having grown up in the plains, he was not used to tracking his prey through a forest. He bent down, peering at the dirt which was ridden with too many tracks to derive any useful information. He looked around, searching for some sort of the support from the land that his food had traveled this way. All he saw were many tall trees and small brush that littered the ground, none of it looked as though it had been tread upon. The many aromas clouded his mind as he tried to gain his barrings in this place. He cursed himself for listening to that decrepit man that he met in Shadowbrook. It seemed like an eternity ago, but he remembered exactly what had happened that day as clear as he saw the trees around him.
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He had been walking the streets of Shadowbrook one morning, the sun shining behind him and the smell of fresh bread taunting his nostrils. He fingered his pocket and only pulled out a few coppers. Stale bread and water would have to suffice another day, he had more important matters to attend to. He walked by rows of shops, the butcher waving to him as he did every morning. As he turned to go down the ally toward the west exit of town, a hand grabbed his. Instinctfully, Calli'dus unsheathed his sword, and in one fluid motion had the blade against the neck of the old man who now knelt before him.
The man wore a gray robe, torn in many places, and that had obviously not been washed in many moons. He had patches of thin black hair that stood on end from his hair as if singed. The old man's tattered beard brushed up against Calli'dus's hand, and Calli'dus could feel how brittle it was. The old man looked up at him with no fear of death from the threat at his neck shining in his eyes, but on the contrary. The man seemed to have a simple satisfaction about him, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He looked into Calli'dus's eyes and said through yellow teeth and cracked lips, "I know what you seek. You must travel through the Upper Woods to the Landslip, only there will you find what you are looking for." His voice was deep and strong, not suiting his withered form. It was then that Calli'dus had heard the opening of a door behind him. He turned to look, and saw a small child emerge. He looked back to where the old man had been, but he was gone.
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Calli'dus searched around in aggravation. Then to his left he saw one of the trees had strange markings on it. He approached cautiously, straining to get a better look. He touched the scratches in the tree, realizing them for what they were. A boar had been sharpening it's tusks here. Calli'dus felt a smile tug at his lips. He was on the right track, and from the looks of these markings, he wasn't far behind his bounty. A swirl of hoof marks surrounded the tree, and trailed off behind it. He began to walk off toward the direction of the tracks, when he heard a cry that made his skin crawl. He knew that sound too well, something had died.
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Post by Ephmereal on Jul 27, 2006 7:53:41 GMT -5
{name:Rayce#|#picture:5}The undergrowth rustled as Rayce made her way through the woods. The air was rather humid, but Rayce was used to it. Sort of. It had been a few years since she left the Barrier Islands, but the weather was almost as tropical as the beach. Rayce smiled. The beach...
She cracked her knuckles, and continued through the Woods. She wasn't expecting anything 'surprising' to happen in the woods. Not much happened to her actually. It was as though she had this ... ... anti-monster repellant permanently stuck on her or something.
A rustling from the bushes aroused her attention though. She raised an eyebrow. Her muscles began to tense up, and she readied herself for any surprise attack. Her hand drifted lazily to her pocket, and she retrieved her combat gloves.
She put them on, just in case. You'll never know... Just when she finished putting them on, the rustling grew louder, and all of a sudden...
Rayce ducked, and watched a Forest Wolf barely miss her head. She jumped back up, and studied the wolf. Bah ... waste of time. She wanted to walk away, but the wolf didn't give her the chance. It ran to her.
Rayce narrowed her eyes. If that's the way you want it... She delivered a roundhouse kick that hit the wolf's jaw, and it whimpered. She smiled. That worked...
The wolf bit her on her leg. She grimaced. Then, she grabbed its ears and threw it bodily off her. It hit the ground with a thud, and was getting up slowly. Rayce didn't give it enough time to attack her though.
She retrieved her dagger, jumped up and landed behind the wolf. Swiftly, she stabbed the dagger into its spine. It whined and trashed for a while, and became still. Rayce groaned.
Here goes another dagger cleaning day...
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Post by Neelahn on Jul 27, 2006 10:01:24 GMT -5
{name:Neelahn#|#picture:4}Many things ran through the nyphai’s mind as a whimpering sounded throughout the woods, echoing off the hollow trees of this dead looking forest. She froze, stunned by the noise. So much pain could be felt from it, but she knew not to linger long. Tilting her head back slightly she closed her eyes, trying to focus more on her hearing. At first she heard nothing but the falling of leaves, but then came crunching.
As soon as she realized she was being followed she turned around to stare her stalker in the eye. Large tusks stared back at her, a very unfriendly looking boar. It’s head low and it’s tusks pointed right at her, Neelahn thought it read to charge. But as it shook violently, she knew it only to be frightened. Its pinkish color and abnormally large size showed that it didn’t belong here.
Still wary of the girl, the boar moved slowly away, like it was trying to get around her. The noise must have it scared… She thought, now wondering why it would act so strange. Crinkling her brow, she shifted her weight from her bad leg, leaning on her staff more. Then shaking her thoughts, she turned away from the boar, not understanding, but not sure she wanted to. It didn’t bother her. Besides, there were oddly a lot of things going on in these woods. She just wanted to get out of here as soon as she could.
Moving once again, she glanced back at the boar. Its head sunk lower and it’s trembling calmed a bit. As Neelahn steeped forward, it began to follow her. She stopped again, eyeing the boar once more. I don’t understand…
Suddenly she felt the presence of another being. Moving quickly but quietly she stepped toward the boar, it shook again but didn’t move. Leaning her back against a nearby tree, she stood, listening, the boar now moving slowly away. She didn’t know what was there, she hardly heard it, but the trees shied a small warning. Testing her bad leg she balanced her weight slightly on it. She was well enough to fight again if she needed too. The boar stood facing her now, about a yard away. The nyphai had no idea what to expect.
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Post by Callidus on Jul 27, 2006 11:27:33 GMT -5
{name:Calli'dus#|#picture:0}Calli'dus stayed close to the ground, making sure that every time he spotted an imprint of hoof, he could tell which way it was facing. It was imperitive that he stay close to the boar. This rivalry ran was more important to him than the ravishing hunger that tore through his body. This boar had challenged his skill. He must not lose the trail, not when he was so close.
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He had been tracking this boar for well over a day from the outskirts of the Standi Plains and into this forest. He had spotted it in part of a pack, lingering by itself near a stream to get a drink. He thought it would end quickly, one stab of his sword and the beast would be his. He lay crouched among the grass that littered the ground around him. He edged toward the unsuspecting boar with his sword glimmering in his right hand. He lifted his left leg slowly, swishing it past blades of grass, and resting it softly on what he thought was firm ground. However, a snap told him otherwise. He whipped his head around to see a branch of the same kind that he stepped on in his first hunt. Flashbacks of his first hunt flooded his vision. Not this time, he thought to himself as he saw the boar begin to sprint away from him. He drew his sword back and tossed it at the boar. He heard a whistle as it soared toward the boar, but never heard the crack of blade colliding with flesh. He cursed himself, and let his arms propel him forward towards the boar. He raced after it, scooping up the sword and sheething it as he ran. He looked up just in time to see the boar barrel into the Upper Woods. It seemed the choice of listening to the old man from Shadowbrook or not had now been made for him. He would not let this boar escape.
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He scoured the ground, looking for another track, when he heard the noise. A slight noise that most people would not have noticed tingled his ear. The snapping of a few twigs, and then silence. It came from his right, and he knew what it was. Having hunted boars since he was a small boy, he could not have mistook this sound for anything but what it was. His bounty lay just beyond the tree in front of him. He edged closer to it, slowly unsheathing his sword and making sure he did not make a fell step and alert the boar to his presence. He saw a flash of white tusk, making Calli'dus sure of what he had heard. He took one final step, only inches from the tree and his meal now, then lept into the air, his sword raised in front of him and his hook sword trailing behind in his other hand. He saw pink flesh before him. A smile flickered on his lips as he descended upon his prey.
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Post by Neelahn on Jul 27, 2006 13:04:19 GMT -5
{name:Neelahn#|#picture:4}The reassuring continuance of the form’s movement, proved her silence true. After peaking around the other side of the tree, Neelahn’s instincts had told her height would give her a great advantage. Following them as usual, she had quietly leapt up into the arms of the tree she had deemed her hiding cloak. Leaning on a low branch she propped her staff upon a crease of branches, sturdy enough to keep it safe. The small amount of multi-colored leaves where a great source of camouflage, yet the lack of them made it easier to see what was lurking around.
Something dark waved around the corner. No noise could be heard as whatever this was moved. She squinted a bit, trying to lean closer, but being very careful not to give away her hiding place. Her heart began to beat faster as it moved closer to her tree. She could practically smell the sweat dripping from it.
Suddenly she realized she had been trying to hard to figure out what it was, not what it was doing. A small glare shifted her attention to something lower. A Sword… She named it in her mind. The now obvious situation brought a chill to her. Time was running short. In her head she quickly ran over these past events, the boar’s actions and how the trees warned her of this person’s coming. Yes, the cycle of life is hard, but was this a coincidence? And is it worth coming out of hiding? She glanced at her injured leg. Should she avoid this?
Suddenly the mysterious form moved with great speed. This was it, the cycle of life. A tear slipped from the end of her nose. She couldn’t watch. Closing her eyes tight she squeezed the branches under her small form.
A small root reached up from the ground at the leaping form’s leg, then another and another. If this was all by chance, her life might be forfeit, but her heart sang for something here, something that reminded her of Lok’ai’hera, something that reminded her of home.
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Post by Callidus on Jul 27, 2006 14:14:48 GMT -5
{name:Calli'dus#|#picture:0}Calli'dus glared at the boar as their eyes met. He aimed the blade, shimmering in the light, at the beast's neck. He turned it slightly as he prepared to strike. Time always seemed to slow down before a kill, his senses heightened as the adrenaline that rushed through his veins. As he turned the blade, he caught the reflection of the tree. For a moment he thought he saw a figure pressed against it, but it passed too quickly to derive any details.
He stared back at the boar, and felt something wrap around his left ankle. As he dove toward the boar, it held his leg tight. He heard a snap and felt the searing pain as he was stopped by this new predator. His momentum fought to keep moving, but whatever it was that held him only squeezed tighter. Another one wrapped around his neck, forcing his head to snap back. What evil is this? he thought to himself as he plummetted toward the ground. Pain seared through him, clouding his mind. I am a mountain, I am the unmovable earth. No pain can stop me, he forced himself to think. Suddenly the pain stopped. He was a rock. Rocks don't feel pain. More of the snake-like monsters wrapped around his writhing form as he rocketed toward the ground. Two other monsters grabbed at his arms and he crashed on the ground, unable to move. Accepting the futility in trying to fight off these monsters, he let his elemenetal fire rest.
He craned his neck up, his vision blotted by the blood dripping down his face. Before him he saw the boar staring back at him, and could swear he saw a hint of a smile haunting the beast's face. D**n that boar, Calli'dus thought to himself. And with that, darkness took him.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Jul 27, 2006 15:35:41 GMT -5
{name:Cassa Dar#|#picture:1}It was no surprise to Cassa that her attempt to gain the mysterious man's attention was successful. She did not change her positioning or her expression as he turned to face her. As he stepped out from the thin patch of shade that had previously hindered the young girl's view, she was able to survey his appearance in detail. She found him quite beautiful. His long pitch black hair complemented his onyx colored eyes and his slender frame caused him to appear slightly feminine. She studied him for a moment taking in all the fine detail of his face. The light shimmered on his flawless, pale skin as he spread his slender, gray lips to speak. "Who goes there?" He demanded.
Cassa couldn't help but smirk at this question. Her plump childish lips curled on one side, to create an almost mocking expression. She was fairly amused by the fact that this boy thought that he could demand something of The Swamp Wit'ch. She did realize, however that he had no idea who she was speaking too and decided to let it go. She did not reply immediately. Her curiosity was getting the better of her once again. She wanted to see what he would say next. "Why are you all the way out here alone?" He continued. In her mind she had burst into laughter. No one would think to ask him what he was doing "...all the way out here alone".
Although she was chuckling in her mind, she managed to remain silent and merely stared at the figure with the same playful smirk. Cassa was still unsure exactly who or what he was. Although he seemed very dark and mysterious something about him lead her to believe that he was not the villainous killer she was expecting. The one who had created the massacre that still lay at her small, bare feet.
A shiver ran down her spin as she thought back to what must have taken place here to leave such a scene. She hadn't witnessed these events but, her mind took it upon itself to create images of pain and slaughter. It had been her vassal, her swamp child, that had heard the shrieks of agony but, it was as if she had heard them herself. She was connected to her children, mind and body. When she chose to do so, she could see what they saw, hear what they heard and feel what they felt. Quickly she pushed these thought to the side, attempting to focus on the current situation. She pondered only briefly how she would reply, but then decided not to do so at all. She wanted to see how this person would react to something that was going to hurt her, this poor innocent girl, as she must have appeared to him. It didn't take much effort to summon an illusion, just a bit of concentration and a rub on the gold coin materialized in her free hand.
Suddenly a giant black bear emerged from behind a thick willow tree and began taring through the forest. It was coming from behind Cassa and heading straight toward her. The muted sound of the masses of dry leaves crumbling beneath the great beasts massive paws rang out through the wood, as it rushed toward the small, fragile girl. Cassa's eyes widened as she acted as if she was terrified and stunned. Her smirk faded into a look of pure horror, as she waited to see how the dark figure would react.
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Post by Filendie on Jul 27, 2006 17:01:46 GMT -5
{name:Filendie#|#picture:2}He waited impatiently on her reply, he didn’t like waiting for things but he steadied his mind and tongue. She had turned up a corner of her perfectly formed lips into a smirk. His head subconsciously tilted with uncertainty. She seemed pretty sure of herself, almost arrogant he thought as she stood rooted to the spot like a statue. She continued her silence and look of amusement. He now knew this wasn’t some girl who was hopelessly lost in the forest; she was here for a reason.
He still from time to time shift his eyes to look for others. He expected that as she waited and distracted him, others would sneak up and strike from behind like a lion poised for the kill. His lips parted but before a sound could escape, Setil squawked again, warning him of another threat. He tilted his body to peer behind the woman to see a huge rampaging bear headed straight for the woman. He straightened and watched the woman’s face turn from a mischievous smirk to a face of pure horror. His eyebrow lifted and a thought came to mind “Darn where was that when I wanted power”
He knew she wasn’t defenceless and waited to see what she would do, to see if it was some sort of twisted test. The bear ran faster at its target and she stood stunned on the spot like she had reverted to a statue. Filendie watched and waited, biding his time, waiting for his moment. As the beast closed in he tightened his grip on his staff. He had no links to this woman, but he couldn’t just stand watch her die, his magic maybe savage but his heart wasn’t totally tainted, he couldn’t use balefire and reveal himself or any dark magic that was obvious. Inches from impact he silently uttered a single word, though it was a whisper it carried and boomed in the area, a word of power “Protect.”
The white of his eyes clouded over to black, the dark crystal shone wisps of white and dark red over the forest. As the creature struck the invisible magical barrier its head and neck bunched back as a loud cracking nose echoed in his ears, all that showed of the shield was a ripple in the air. Its body thudded to the ground, its eyes wide and milky, completely lifeless. The shield seemed like it had been undisturbed like a child poking there mother playfully in the side. The shield dispersed as the light faded from the crystal and his eyes reverted back to two big pupils.
His expression was unchanged throughout the whole ordeal. He approached the woman but stopped at a safe distance “Why didn’t you kill it” He said, choosing his words perfectly. Not why didn’t you react or move or defend yourself. But he knew if he wasn’t there she would have struck it down without a moments pause.
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Post by albert on Aug 2, 2006 21:39:36 GMT -5
{name:Golexial Therabella#|#picture:0}He jumped and pulled himself up onto the lowest limb of the tree and swiftly climbed higher till he was high enough to easily slip about the trees without being detected slipping from tree to tree he tried to ignore the pain in his stomach as he surveyed the forest floor for some of the larger mammals that usually traveled there growing up in a forest he knew how they worked but this forest he was unfamiliar with it had a slight muggy thickness about it that he wasn't to fond of. But he was hungry and needed food because he didn't know how much farther it would be to Lands End in the east. Looking around Golexial heard a rustling in the bushes. He looked down to see a bear satisfying its own hunger by catching forest toads. It was odd to see a bear pouncing around trying to catch the tiny amphibians like a giant cat chasing a mouse. As far as Golexial could remember bears didn't eat toads and his stomach growled again and it reminded him that if hungry enough A being would eat any thing as the toast of bear wasn't his favorite thing to eat it would satisfied him and allow for provisions till he reached Lands end. He unhooked his Tiny cross bow and loaded it with a soft *click* he looked at the size of it an sighed he would have to make this shoot perfect if he didn't want to chase the bear all the way to Lands end. He aimed for the bears eye or more importantly at the soft tissue of its tiny brain behind and let fly. The bear finding a new snack pounced forward and out of the shot Golexial's reflexes got him up and ready looks like he would have to chase the bear after all. The tiny dart hit the bear in the flank. And the bear reared onto its hind legs and let out a deafening roar by this time Golexial's agile hands had a new dart ready and let it go into the bears chest. The bear went down on all fours and ran head long blindly into the bush Golexial was one step ahead and already jumping silently and swiftly from tree to tree predicting the bears path as he went. Loading another dart as he ran. Jumping into a lightly lit clearing that he knew the bear was heading for he would not make the same mistake twice he leveled his crossbow and waited this shot would kill the bear.
"Who goes there?"
Golexial froze for he thought he had been spotted but who had such good eye's? For he knew any sound he made could easily have been mistaken for a bird. He looked down to see a man. Golexial turned the Glass on the front of his face mask to zoom in a little to see the man more clearly the first thing he noticed was that the man wasn't looking in his direction Perhaps a psychic? Nah Goaxial followed the mans gaze to another figure farther away he had to readjust the glass in his face mask to make her out clearly and nearly fell out of the tree he was so meticulously perched upon. Was that the swamp witch he had hear rumors about? Standing so calmly and smiling in front of this mysterious man. Suddenly the "swamp witches" expression changed to one of terror. Golexial remembered the bear and silently cursed himself for getting distracted so easily he once again readjusted the glass on his face mask back to his true vision. At that same moment he felt magic in the air as a booming magic announced one word ever so clearly to his keen elven ears.
"Protect"
Golexial watched in amazement as the bear ran right into the swamp witch and cringed at the sound of the impact. He knew the bear was dead he also knew one of the two was a powerful sorcery. He cursed himself again for adjusting his vision at a vital moment for he wasn't sure witch one had called upon the magic. And lastly he cursed himself at the loss of his meal for he wasn't about to try to claim a kill from a sorcerer until he was sure the sorcery was either long gone or friendly. So he decided to wait and watch to see how things played out. He might get a meal today yet
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Post by Neelahn on Aug 3, 2006 10:15:28 GMT -5
{name:Neelahn#|#picture:4}Sliding delicately off the branch she had been perched on, Neelahn landed hard on her feet. Her injured leg convulsed as pain spread up her leg, to her thigh. Her muscles, bruised and sore, failed to keep her on her feet. With nothing to do but go down, Neelahn lifted her arms to cover her face as she fell headfirst. She winced she was about to hit. Expecting a hard dirt bed to land on, she had tightened her muscles, but instead she landed on something much softer. The impact left her breathless but curious. Taking a deep breath, she scrambled to her knees. Buckling them tightly she tried to stand but failed.
She studied the form before her, not touching it, not wanting to disturb it further. Her eyes took in the form of a man. The dark hair around his face made him look monstrous from the branches.
Glancing about she saw the sword he was carrying. Leaning over the body, she grabbed it by the hilt and held it at her side. Blood trickled off the end. Blood? she asked herself, calmly studying her surroundings again. A trail of fresh blood lead away from the scene. The boar had been wounded, and deeply. It would die, her efforts where fruitless.
Neelahn closed her eyes for a brief moment, her honey blonde hair trailing a gust of refreshing wind. What was the point of this? She didn’t know what to think. There had to be a reason. Maybe she was being foolish.
The girl opened her eyes and stared at the man, his sword still gripped tightly in her palm. His face was stern, his dark skin contrasted with hers as she reached forward with a hand, tracing the symbol on his nose lightly. Who is this man?
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