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 Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 5:59 am
"My Mysto's Grace be with you my Lord." Mia murmured softly in reply to the Drake General's farewell. She often felt quite honoured to be noticed at all, especially to be regarded. Most royal folk saw her for what she was, simply a servant. Even if she was Ahriman's personal handmaiden, the only time any nobles would listen to her would be when she was carrying a message from Ahriman.
The fairy girl closed the ledger she was holding, and stood to move with her master once he was ready to reenter the palace. She glanced at the sun when he mentioned the seamtress. It was only a few hours past noon. Though...the seamstress knew Ahriman liked to do things promptly, she had better have the clothes ready for him or he wouldn't be pleased.
When word first came that the high countess had gone missing, Mia gasped, unable to believe the Countess would do such a thing. And to escape within Mysto's temple as well? Mia prayed that Mysto would not show her wrath this day upon the Countess. "May the goddess be watching over her..." Mia truely preyed that Mysto would be keeping Llewelyn safe. The city could be a dangerous place for a girl on her own. Especially a girl who appeared to be of wealth. Looking to Ahriman, Mia listened to his orders, nodding after he had spoken. "Yes my lord. Right away." The small fairy made no hesitation to spread her leaf like golden wings and fly back into the palace. The first free soul she found was charged with deliving Ahriman's message to the guard captain. It was a young elf, one of the councilman's servants she believed. The poor thing looked absolutly terrified to be asked to carry a message for Ahriman, but was also quite eager to proove himself and ran off to do the job. The task finished, Mia went to the servants' study, and began to write messages for the various members of the high council. Within the hour they would all be placed with a messenger and delivered outwards.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 3:39 pm
Elvin ruffled his hand through his long hair as the wind sped past him in a rush to get where it might be blowing next. His eyes were closed as his hand lingered there for several seconds before moving down to the back of his neck, gently soothing away the tensions and aches that had collected there. His eyes opened as he slid it along the line of his face, before eventually removing it. They showed seriousness that he only showed in private, politics were plaguing the thoughts of his mind. The forest was a calm and peaceful place. A rustling from behind him turned his attention back to the real world and he turned just to the shining tip of a sword flying towards him at great speed. His eyes widen and he rolled to the side and fluttered upwards. The sword landed with a heavy thud in the tree and he lightly rested on the hilt, staring at it.
“Look, I told you. You aren’t on my agenda today.” He said to the bush that the sounds had come from and the direction of the sword. “But you do have a pretty good throw on you for a human. Did you mean to slice the tree in two?” he asked bouncing on it. There was a long silence and Elvin started to doubt the fact whether bushes could actually throw swords.
“Give it back.” Came the monotone voice.
“You threw at the tree; you might as well come and get it. I don’t think it’s going to move without your imput.” Elvin replied before fluttering up to higher branch. A human emerged from the depths of the bushes below, slowing slinking her way to the sword. Elvin rested on his front on the high branch. “Ah! It’s you!” he exclaimed looking at the person below. The woman was middle of pulling the sword out of the tree when she jumped startled by the loud statement. The sword cluttered to the floor with a heavy bag. “You’ve been following me since the start of the forest!” The woman stepped back, glaring up at Elvin.
“Give it back!” She said again. Elvin shrugged.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. This is the third time today you’ve attacked me and to be honest, it is just slightly tiring.” The woman glared at the ground. Elvin just raised his eyebrows. “Look, I don’t want to hurt you, I’m going somewhere were your probably not. You’ve already sliced this tree nearly into two parts, imagine what would have happened if it had hit me?” he said, ignoring the fact he knew the sword was for him. He looked up at the evening sky. “Hmm, you might want to return home. The sky is going dark and I’m not in the mood for sleeping with anyone.” He said looking down at the woman whom was fuming at him by now.
“Give it back!”
“Is that all you can say? Honestly. Listen there is a town just east of here which has a really good teacher; he might be able to help you with learning a few more words.” Elvin said smiling, eyes closed.
“I can say other things.” She replied after a while.
“Hmm, like what?”
“You’re not fully dressed.” She pointed out. Elvin looked down at himself.
“I am half naked,”
“There’s a difference?”
“Yes,” he was about to continue but he heard a crashing sound tumbling through the forest. “WAT…” his warning was too late as a bear tumbled into the clearing below the tree and solely ripped the human’s throat out. Blood splattered across the clearing and up the trees. Elvin was now the one fuming. He flew up to the top of the trees and grabbed some of the fir cones. He started firing with careful aim at the bear until it ran off under the constant aim. Slowly Elvin floated down to the woman, as she lay on her front, her head tilted to the side. With his gentle touch he closed the eyes of the woman, reaching over and placing the sword back in her hand. He whispered a few words in prayer to the Goddess. With a sad laugh he stood. “I don’t know what you were looking for; I hope you find it though.” He said looking down at the woman before moving on. He had a job to do, and whilst he didn’t think he was the best person to do it, he had a job as a master to do so.
As the sky grew redder with each passing step, Elvin made his way to the capital, to the palace that he had been requested to go to by the magician guild. According to them, Ahriman, the Leader of their fine kingdom and serving the Goddess herself, would like a report of the magic in the kingdom and how well it was flowing etc. He wondered what the leader would say about his choice of clothing, much like the woman whom had just died. He slowly clenched his fist as he walked through the shadows of the city, looking at people whom were packing up their market wares to head home. Elvin scratched the back of his head, wondering how the Elemental general would react to someone coming at this time and half naked. He had never seen the general himself but that was probably due to all the time he had spent out in the kingdom. He had even seen the boundaries and tested them for magic.
Giving a low whistle at the sight of the palace itself, Elvin shook his head as he talked to the guards about letting him pass. He was slightly annoyed at the length of time it took to even look at the letter that had been sent to him. He ignored the looks about his clothing and the female fairies who chatted behind him. The temptation to play with their ideas and let them down quickly was high. He had been forgotten far too many times. He took back the letter with a smile and carried his journey down to the doors in front of what he thought would be the throne room. Once again he lost the letter to the guards. Elvin quickly took hold of the advantage to look around the hallway, judging now would not be good time to be his normal self. He didn’t have the energy truth be told, the woman’s death had taken it out of him. The bear was probably back eating the rest of her, Elvin was disappointed he couldn’t give her a proper burial. With a nod he was let through the doors to the throne room and he viewed the figure there, giving a low bow.
“Elemental General of the Goddess Mysto. I was told by the Magician Guild to bring you news on the magical flow throughout the kingdom. My name is Elvin, what is it you wish to know?” Elvin hated the words that flew out on his tongue but he knew when to behave himself.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 4:22 pm
The skeletal ruler had been, rather suddenly, informed that the Master of the Mysto's Sibyl magic academy was at the Silver Hall to see him. It was unexpected, but the information the court had requested of that particular fairy was quite significant and it was his duty to see to this task when the Seat of Magic was otherwise occupied. He was dressed in his royal red outfit and silver mask, with his servant at his side, ready.
Ahriman was seated in his throne when the magician entered, bowed and introduced himself. The Lord gave a nod in recognition of his presence. It stood out quite a bit that the individual lacked the top of his outfit. Especially when it was freezing cold outside and the land was covered in snow. Perhaps he was an adept fire magician and kept himself warm naturally?
"Master Magician Elvin of Mysto's Sibyl, you were tasked with carrying out a confidential investigation on the spread of magical energy throughout Mystocentria." Ahriman spoke out, his voice as commanding as it ever was. "What have you to report on the matter?"
The information would serve in the set up of new magical institutions and potentially give them important tactical information when it came to fighting on their own land. No doubt their warmagi would perform better on a key area where magic flowed more powerfully, more freely.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 4:59 pm
Llewelyn tilted her head slightly, looking up at the creature’s eyes. He seemed calm…kind even. Suddenly, her fear dissipated. The golden hue sent a warm flame to kindle within her. With an elegant hand, she reached out and gently stroked the warm scales upon his nose. They were smooth. Though inconvenient, she thought it was rather sweet that the dragon wished to protect her, but she wished to remain hidden. From under her hood, she spoke to the creature. “My name is Llewelyn Dulaman, High Countess and Eleventh Seat of Wisdom on the High Council.” She smiled softly. “Please, do not alert anyone. I am not supposed to be outside the Silver Hall—I just wished to experience some time with my people.” Her eyes turned, but realized that the dragon’s wing was blocking her view of Mahnway. She turned back to the dragon. “I am well, I do not need protection. I wish to remain hidden, sir. Please, Understand.”
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 5:08 pm
Elvin looked up at the ruler, and then at the servant by his side. It was one of the twin fairies, he presumed, the ones he had heard so much about. News always flew fast when it was something unusual. He frowned slightly at the idea that he was given a confidential matter, thinking to himself that it was more what he had done since he began a master and the guild had picked on him. He began to think of how to start, he had not had the opportunity since he had been avoiding swords most of the day.
“I would say your best starting point would be the boundaries between the two kingdoms. They are brimming with magical flows, it physically almost pulls you to them and then magic decreases as you go further away from the boundaries, expect for pockets where strange amounts of power suddenly appears. Comparing these to the spots in history, this is where the first of civilisation and colonisation appear in our records. This city for examples holds a large amount of magical power but as soon as you leave the inner circle of the city, the magical power from the land decreases. Naturally all the different magic users within the kingdom make it very hard to find these spots; however it seems a majority of these spots occur further away from the boundaries, grouped in a circle lining the north and east. Closer to the border these spots occur less and less.” Elvin stopped to gain a breath and his thoughts, remembering the amount of magical power that flowed from the land, which was very unusual for him at the start. It became more common when he found the others.
“Your best spots near the border happen in radius of five miles north of the border, the path of which is directly south from this city without any curves. Turn east from there and travel elven miles, following the border, you come to another spot of magical power. Sixteen miles from this point, east, this time in a straight line you come to the final spot of magical power. These are what I have determined from our side of the boundary, what power lies on the other side I don’t know. Time has not allowed me to travel over the boundary when magical power from the land pulls on ours. It must be presumed that on the other side of the boundary it must be the same. There is also the potential that life forms which no longer exist were created in these spots and thus not recorded. ” He finished. Elvin could remember those moments of the powers and the overwhelming feeling, until a further thought occurred to him.
“These magical properties near the boundaries provided very good coverage for whoever had them. I presume this meant that large amount of powers were let into the earth for attacking and defensive power as a political advantage point.” Elvin looked back at Ahriman, wondering what else the elemental general would want. This was a detour and a half and he didn’t have accommodation for the night, although he would probably turn around and head back to where he was going.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 5:49 pm
Iri spent another few seconds processing this information. High Countess and Eleventh Seat? That meant that only he and Ahriman were above her in rank. Remaining hidden while dressed like she was, however, was almost impossible. Even her cloak seemed to shine with nobility. He sighed inwardly and closed his eyes, resting his head at her feet before opening his golden orbs once more. When he spoke, even his own suggestion surprised him. "I understand, however, you stick out like a sore thumb. And, assuming that your lack of presence has been noticed, someone, if not everyone from the Silver Hall shall be looking for you. I can see how you'd want to join your people, but, I have to admit, I'm a little disappointed. Your race isn't the only one that lives off this land. Come with me to visit some of my own people. It shall be but a visit, as we'll be back by morning tomorrow for the festival." Iri blinked. Where had that thought come from? He decided to just go with it, as it seemed more sensible as opposed to following her around or turning her in. The lass looked like she needed some wind under her wings, as the drakes would say.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 6:13 pm
“Go…go with you?” Llewelyn seemed suddenly aggravated. She pulled at her cloak and looked around. Did she really stick out so much? She looked upon the natural tones that everyone was wearing in comparison to her silver and blue—not only that, but her hair was an odd color in comparison. It had not run through her head.
The cultural secularism concept surprised her. She had never thought of exploring outside of the elvish world—but that also posed several more risks. The council would never let her return if they found out she had been influenced by another culture. But, overall, it could increase her wisdom, correct? If she knew more about the drakes she would be able to make decisions that would also benefit them! In fact, what if she traveled all around and…
Her thoughts stopped. No! It was preposterous to do something of that sort. Besides, Mahnway…it was too soon to say, but she thought she might feel something for him, and did he in return? It was possible. Llewelyn shook her head quickly. “I-I’m sorry, I must decline.”
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 6:54 pm
Romhild was, to say the very least, relieved to hear the voice of the mysterious male. She looked upwards upon hearing his gentle words, a smile forming upon her lips to match the one that he had offered her from beneath his cowl. "Very well." She soon sheathed her sword, accepting both his hands immediately afterwards.
She let out a small chuckle at the comment regarding family drama. To be honest, she could not agree more. This group of vagabonds clearly did not share the same intentions as they 'fought' for 'human freedom' in her eyes. The elf must have had his motivations, his own selfish reasons for even bothering with this injustice. In her eyes, humans did not need elves, anyway. They could liberate themselves very well without their help. It would just take time and careful strategy.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 7:05 pm
Mordred beamed and scooped her up into the tree. Soon, they were squating upon the same branch, in which the man could see her from under his hood.
She had huge, beautiful eyes and her face was smooth and pleasent. He could see a subtle smile on her lips. He found himself nearly breathless as he looked at her. How was a woman like this involved in this horrible fighting? Though, he could see the slight flame in her eyes. It reminded him of the other human rebels he had met on his travels, and he felt something wonderful when their hands had touched. "Come on," he whispered, quickly realizing they should escape. He took her hand, leading her nimbly across the tree branches, quickly away.
Once they were far enough that they did not hear the yelling or the clashing of metal, he relaxed. "Good, I think we're far enough." he breathed in relief. Thank Mysto. He turned to the girl and smiled. "Nice to meet you by the way," he chuckled. He reached over and offered his hand for her to shake.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 7:32 pm
Vexrion sighed and closed his eyes as Xevrex approached. "I have been at this too long. My friend, I have lost myself. I am too much like the wind, ever shifting and changing. I must find myself, I must make amends." He opened his eyes again and took the lion broach from a necklace under his armor and gave it to the boy. "Farewell. You're in charge now. I will help however I can. But I cannot lead until I have re stabilized my personality." And with that the elf took off and ran before Xevrex could so much as say a word.
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Xevrex was in shock. He was like a doll, taking the broach without question and looking on as his friend and father took off. He may not have birthed him, but he was who he remembered raising him from age 12. "But, you promised, you'd find my family with me." Xevrex could only watch on, he'd never be able to catch up on foot. "You promised, to fix everything. My mother, father, sister... you promised me." Tears fell down his cheeks as he tried so hard to remember. But he couldn't. Nothing. He fell to his knees, surrounded and covered in blood, and wept.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 7:40 pm
Iri stared at her and, yet again, and considered her. He was conflicted. He wanted to just leave the girl. She wasn't his problem. Why did he care? However, when he made an attempt to dismiss the girl and leave, he locked up and was filled with an foreign need to stay. Or at least keep her close. He was getting frustrated quickly. He wanted to be in the air, to fly and be with his people. And then, his two sides came together at what seemed to be the only action that they could agree on. Iri turned his head and sneezed, filling the road with a thick cloud of smoke. And that was when he acted. In one fluid motion, Iri reached out, snatched the girl in one of his claws, and launched into the air. Bursting from the cloud of smoke, he quickly rose out of view and away from the city. "Sorry, lass, but I'm being motivated beyond my own power. It was either pull you along or follow you like a dog. And I'm no dog, I need the wind under my wings and the ground far, far below me!" Iri knew there would be consequences, but for the first time since the mystic feeling arose, he felt content, as if whatever was compelling him towards the elf decided that his decision would work. Iri hugged the girl to his chest, making sure she wasn't too wind-whipped and so that she would keep warm.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 7:21 am
((Drunken, did the dragon-general just kidnap the Arcanis elf Llewelyn, 11th Seat of the High Council, from the capital city Haeriyn'moor by force, against her wishes, and is flying her to... wherever he's flying her?))
Ahriman was silent, appearing lifeless, as he sat still and listened. Conclusive records of the facts claimed by earlier theories on such magical hotspots was most welcome. He assumed his servant had taken note of all that had been spoken of. But there was more to do now, these answers opened up further questions. To find all of the answers was Mysto's way.
"You have done Mysto a great service." That is, as long as that was all true. "I invite you to take part in tomorrow's festivities within my city. The day after tomorrow, you shall return to my hall and be granted a reward for your hard work. You will also be given a chance to undertake the next phase of this project, working directly under the High Council with an even higher reward if you succeed." That would give them enough time to prepare, besides Ahriman was too busy to see anyone during the festival. "If there is nothing else, you are excused, Master Magician Elvin."
As far as these magically overflowing locations went, with actual documentation of their specific coordinates, they would be able to start making use of them finally. Not only was there historical significance in studying them but also the potential to expand their magical research. This would have to be covered in the council's next meeting. "Have the Vis-Manus look into this matter immediately. I want their report to be in my office by the end of the festival." He now ignored the magician as he spoke to his servant. The Vis-Manus were the governing magical body in the city, dealing with matters such as this, and they would do well to confirm Elvin's findings.
Other than that, a graphical illustrations of these findings should be prepared. That was what he needed Elvin to stay in the city for. It would be best for one of his servants to work with him, when they can, to put the information on an actual map. Then they would need to take the research further into Mythomortian land, secretly of course. No doubt they would not be very happy letting Mystocentria snoop around for personal reasons in their space. Then they needed to figure out what precisely to do with this information.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 8:07 am
"Nice to meet you as well." Romhild shook his hand, genuinely seeming pleased for the moment being. She did not hold that look of sheer annoyance, that tense appearance that could only be described as filled to the brim with boiling rage. She did not even seem to have violent urges at that particular moment. Just genuine joy and relief. "My name is Romhild. I would've introduced myself sooner, but then...well..you saw what happened."
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 4:44 pm
((I tried my best with the monetary system thanks Cake. Incidentally, I was thinking that the largest gems would be the most valuable to keep things proper with the established lore, and that smaller but more refined jewels would be equally coveted since they would act as focal points for magical activity. I'll explain more on that next post.))
"Such a deal sounds as though you have already hired your first guard. I'll be happy to serve you to the best of my occupation's abilities." Gareth resisted the urge to smile at his next job opportunity now neatly sealed, his answer to the Infusco's offer parting from the left side of his mouth as his eyes continued to watch the stage in earnest. And to think I was just going to spend my night sleeping away in a private room. Ha! I've already recouped for lost time with a new contract and one marvelous a** at work doing her trade. Before the end of the night I might even find me a nice ruby or emerald necklace to trade in for some extra weapons... His thoughts trailed back to the small but essential supplies that would be dictated by the ledger's passage, realizing he had not quite asked where their ultimate destination would be. Dare he ask for such a crucial detail? He would find out soon enough so long as he kept his end of the deal and-
With the nudge to his side he turned back towards Gmurk attempting to retain an expressionless facade, acutely aware that he might have exposed too much of his libido towards the beautiful human dancer. Even then his eyes briefly darted to follow the sensuous motions that for most dancers would have an Ateris customer drooling to enjoy in private yet simply passed as her normal steps to depart from the stage. He had not been truly caught off-guard per say, but he had gotten too in-depth on his own thoughts. Amateur mistake on my part. I should know better by now. He refocused on his new found superior's subtle inquiry, recognizing an 'advance' on his work that frankly drew in his attention to an entirely new subject altogether.
Admittedly the idea of having a human maid to himself for a week was quite tempting in its own way. The dancer herself was a particularly prime piece of property, but that only assured two indisputable facts; one, that she was almost certainly among the favorites of her current owner, and secondly, that her 'presence' would not come cheaply. No, he suspected she would not be cheap at all, particularly given how much elves enjoyed their human sex objects.
"My grandmother would be happy to oblige such lovely company. Of course, I don't wish to overtax the old girl nor bother her excessively. Perhaps if she had to put up with but a single person besides me, that would do...." Naturally enough his language dictated his preference for a single woman, and not one overly expensive and difficult to procure. Human slaves were naturally enough among the most common of bargaining tools used in his business between prospective employers, but having a woman to himself was a first and almost certainly a rarity. Already the compensation for serving this goblin was well worth the risk of approaching him without being absolutely sure of his own safety; many who sought out his blade were just as capable of seeing him dead in the best interests of their business.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 5:01 pm
Elvin gave a bow and left the throne room, rubbing his eyes, thinking about what Ahriman had said. It would be a more interesting task to do if he took on the project but his travels would be put to a halt. For how long was another question. He ruffled the back of his hair in annoyance as he looked back at the palace. He had no other tasks to do, so he was free but he had so many annoyances if he stayed. Female fairies being one of the main problems; friends of his parents pestering him to get a mate, to reproduce. He really had better things to do with his time, the kingdom wasn’t growing any smaller and the new things popping up weren’t growing any less. Then again, he hadn’t seen the cities activities since he was a small flying thing, before his parents had disappeared.
“I suppose I could stay. I would be interested in what he has to offer.” Elvin mused to himself as he wandered down the streets, looking for a place to rest for the night. Evening had already called and it was far too late to look outside the city for somewhere to stay. Places were probably already booked up. He gave a long sigh, and flew upwards. He noticed a group of people were crowded around one point in the city but decided not to investigate it. He saw someone he knew in the crowd. Resting on top of a roof that was a decent distance away, he took views on the city. He knew that he would only attract attention if people looked up, but he wasn’t worried as most people tended to only look straight in front of where they were going. Suddenly a thought occurred to him and he moaned loudly.
“Does this mean I have to look at a map?” he said to himself loudly, “I hate maps!” Elvin turned to look at the snow as he felt a chill penetrate his body. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” he muttered to the snow like it was a real person. “Mah, well entertainment is on me if I can get a good night sleep somewhere,” he said sitting up looking around for anywhere that looked interesting. He floated from the top of the roof to a centre of a square and started walking aimlessly, not expecting anyone to offer a room. After all he was a red haired fairy that was half naked wandering around the streets in the cold, with snow on the ground. After a while he started whistling to himself, kicking at the fresh snow which had started to lightly fall. “Maybe I will have to go out to the forest again to sleep,” his stomach growled at him, “and something to eat. I hate the magician guild sometimes.” Elvin muttered as he turned to head out of the city. He was going nowhere were anyone could recognise him.
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