Timestamp: Winter, Era XX, PF
The elf lord sat on a rock on the edge of a mountain. He surveyed the landscape leisurely, his legs hanging over the edge. The wind blew by, chill, but he was protected by the simple Thermal Barrier he'd created. It was only a single layer of abjuration which slowed the rate at which his body dispersed heat.
Glancing into the sky once more he took a deep breath and formed another initiate level spell. Gravity Dispersal, another abjuration weave, this one designed to lower the effect of gravity on him so that when he jumped off something he fell slowly. Releasing the spell he pushed himself off the rocks and floated down into the valley below.
His hair caught in the winds and whipped it behind him. His sword began to shift around and he was forced to rest a hand on the pommel to prevent it from sliding out. The trees below came up to meet him. As he touched the uppermost branches he allowed himself to pick up a bit more speed, jumping from branch to branch he descended through the canopy before landing on the ground below.
His emerald eyes scanned the undergrowth. There was a reason he was here of course, according to some more ancient texts he'd read at the Rainbow Towers, a city had once resided in this valley. He was there, to find it.
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The trials and tribulations in Aslangrad had taken its toll on the Titan of Aslan. Having been wounded fairly severely after the arrest of the Archprelate and now having to deal with his trial had only complicated matters. The weight of his responsibilities was now beginning to mount and so as he always tended to do, the Titan had gone for a small excursion to release his stress.
Hakan, his bondmate, flew high in the cold arium sky above, a large set of golden wings shadowing him as he walked along the rugged Arium landscape. The faint screech echoing now and then as Hakan sounded off.
Veleraen was decked out in his usual garb, his knighthood's white and blue tunic with golden threading, his steel and ruby breastplate that he had acquired in Jaedaxia so many eras ago when the Lich had tried to pull out his heart. It had been a gift bestowed from the heavens, just like the Chains of Aslan that he now bared on his frame as well, weaved in and through his half plate. His halberd was upon his back, a dagger in his boot and in his belt and a war bow strapped around his shoulder as well, arrows in a quiver next to his right hip.
As he looked around, he saw a figure of a person, floating down off of a rock formation. He stopped briefly to take in the sight and while he had seen a lot of things in his life time upon Telath, this was rather odd. In the middle of nowhere, a person seemingly jumping down into a valley below?
Veleraen shook his head and continued forward to take a closer look. Albeit it was hard not to see or hear or feel him coming. His aura gave him away almost immediately, he was over fifteen feet tall....and the Giant squeaked like a rusty gate hinge as with every movement of his upper body and right arm, the rust that Jorel had so pleasantly bestowed upon him had taken effect with every waking candlemark of his life.
If you couldn't see him, feel him or hear him, then well, you probably didn't belong out here in the wild arium wilderness.
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It was just another leisurely brightening, or so Gloan thought. Once every few cycles he had made it a point to get out of Nexus Prime and have some time to himself. Wearing his woolen clothes from his time in Paxia, he made his way randomly through the landscape. Upon his back was his Dwarven Steel Bearded Axe, and upon his hips were 11 weighted throwing axes attached to pegs (5 on one side, 6 on the other).
As he walked and daydreamed, he heard an unnatural sound. The squeaking and creaking in the distance was enough to draw his attention. He followed it until he saw the giant, a menacing figure towering over the landscape around him. With a furrowed brow, he moved in closer.
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Chapter I: "City On the Hill"
Ceniel saw his breath fog as he manipulated the Essence of Force into a variety of abilities ranging from staying warm to ignoring the forces of gravity. To the untrained eye, the elf may have appeared to be a wisp or ice wraith bounding along the snowy highlands near the base of the Great Mountains. But there were forces at work here that Ceniel did not yet sense. They were cloaked, hidden. And they were searching for something. Someone, really, to take them home.
Veleraen felt Hakan nudge his gaze southward. The golden falcon was watching something unusual bounding along the snowy highlands near the base of the Great Mountains. From his position, Veleraen could only see snowy plains and more snow interrupted only by the stony peaks beyond. True enough, Veleraen was not difficult to spot. Not even for the Sorcerer who was still some ways away. If his unusual aura didn't give him away, the creaking of his built-in armor certainly did. The ice did little to mask the creaking of his rusting Aetherium. Just then, Veleraen felt something familiar. Something sinister. It was a presence he recognized as evil and it was closing on his position.
Before Veleraen could react, he saw something dark and shadowy emerge behind the bounding elf. It was up to him to warn the fellow or perhaps take the initiative and attack. Ceniel, on the other hand, felt an unnatural cold grip his spine. Which was odd since his spell was intact.
Gloan arrived in time to see a pool containing a black, inky substance bubble up near the giant's left foot. The titan seemed too preoccupied with something farther ahead to notice. But Gloan saw ... something emerging from the pool. Hands. Claws. Horns. Until he saw skeletal creatures and beasts bubbling up from the pool, three in all, each one taking the form of some kind of chimera -- abominations.
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The elf wore a new guise this brightening.
The elf always wore a new guise, every brightening.
An older dracon stepped onto the scene, an arcane portal from the Dar Havark sorcerors slipping into the nether behind him. Shei’yein, now called Venactus, lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag, and brought up his wards and various protective veils. Two swords hung at his side, along with a burlap sack strapped to his back. Long eras had passed since he had hunted properly. Meditation. The thrill of the kill, the unaugmented fight. He drew a circle of magic on the group, and was about to infuse it with energy, when a terribly shrill squeak caused the hackles on his back to rise.
“Bloody….”
In the snow, a massive… something, was moving. The only thing that could be made out in this snow was that it sounded more annoying than it looked.
His hand on his blade, the elf flew in the colossal form’s direction.
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Ein'nasar was sure he wouldn't mistake the silhouette in the distance for anything else. He had met the Titan of Aslan before in Olympia, and he was sure there weren't that many giants walking around radiating such an aura alive in Telath.
The Sylvyn approached the giant, intending to greet him once he got closer.
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"Giant!" Gloan yelled unaware that he was addressing the Titan of Aslan. "At your feet! Aeternia itself is rising to greet you!" With that, he quickly unhitched a throwing axe from each side, and if he was in range, would throw them both at the nearest creature to him. If he was not in range, he would run as quickly as he could until he was.
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The chill of the winter air was usually kept at bay by his thick skin, bundled tunic and armour but the presence he felt during those keen moments on the Arium tundra gripped him despite his best efforts. There was an odd feeling in the air that brightening and he couldn't just shake it off his shoulders like the snow that had fallen upon them earlier.
He looked out into the distance and saw a man of sorts, on the arium plain just before the great mountains, and then...a shadow.
Veleraen froze momentarily in place as he watched the form rise from the ground and he knew in his mind that something was not right. He had seen and experienced many things in this world and out of everything that he had seen and learned about was that nothing good ever came out of the ground. He had a lot of experience in that area. One might have called him an expert.
Veleraen cupped both hands to his mouth and shouted, his lungs expanded to their maximum as he sounded a warning. "BEHIND YOU!!!!!" His deep roar cascaded across the plains and could only hope that it reached the stranger in time. He pressed forward, hoping to catch up to him as his pace increased, his humongous feet padding against the snow with thunderous steps.
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A warning sounded in the screeching wind and the elf lord didn’t hesitate for a moment. He pushed his Gravity Dispersal to the limit and jumped straight up. As he rocketed off the ground he would look down, shielding his eyes with one hand against the glare of the snow, and prepared a nonlethal Force Bolt to shoot at whatever had been coming up behind him.
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Alastair had admittedly, gotten a little lost returning from Paxia.
Sure, he was more than glad to get out of that Jaedaxia-hating hellhole, but he probably could've stood to stop for directions or something on the way back, because he had no clue how he'd gotten where he'd gotten.
But he was pretty sure he wasn't alone.
He had a pack at his side and a rapier strapped to his belt, thick furs managed to keep the chill of winter reasonably far from his heart. Responsibility was important. If he was responsible, he would've bought a damn map.
There were some figures ahead. Hold on a tic, were there like fifty people all coming together at once? What was it? War? A battle? He almost licked his lips: An orgy? Well, better to make sure nothing dangerous was going on, or at least if something was, that it was fun and dangerous.
The giant seemed to be yelling something. Alastair decided it was a good time for a smoke. Mm, Jaedaxian greys.
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The elf lord sat on a rock on the edge of a mountain. He surveyed the landscape leisurely, his legs hanging over the edge. The wind blew by, chill, but he was protected by the simple Thermal Barrier he'd created. It was only a single layer of abjuration which slowed the rate at which his body dispersed heat.
Glancing into the sky once more he took a deep breath and formed another initiate level spell. Gravity Dispersal, another abjuration weave, this one designed to lower the effect of gravity on him so that when he jumped off something he fell slowly. Releasing the spell he pushed himself off the rocks and floated down into the valley below.
His hair caught in the winds and whipped it behind him. His sword began to shift around and he was forced to rest a hand on the pommel to prevent it from sliding out. The trees below came up to meet him. As he touched the uppermost branches he allowed himself to pick up a bit more speed, jumping from branch to branch he descended through the canopy before landing on the ground below.
His emerald eyes scanned the undergrowth. There was a reason he was here of course, according to some more ancient texts he'd read at the Rainbow Towers, a city had once resided in this valley. He was there, to find it.
--
The trials and tribulations in Aslangrad had taken its toll on the Titan of Aslan. Having been wounded fairly severely after the arrest of the Archprelate and now having to deal with his trial had only complicated matters. The weight of his responsibilities was now beginning to mount and so as he always tended to do, the Titan had gone for a small excursion to release his stress.
Hakan, his bondmate, flew high in the cold arium sky above, a large set of golden wings shadowing him as he walked along the rugged Arium landscape. The faint screech echoing now and then as Hakan sounded off.
Veleraen was decked out in his usual garb, his knighthood's white and blue tunic with golden threading, his steel and ruby breastplate that he had acquired in Jaedaxia so many eras ago when the Lich had tried to pull out his heart. It had been a gift bestowed from the heavens, just like the Chains of Aslan that he now bared on his frame as well, weaved in and through his half plate. His halberd was upon his back, a dagger in his boot and in his belt and a war bow strapped around his shoulder as well, arrows in a quiver next to his right hip.
As he looked around, he saw a figure of a person, floating down off of a rock formation. He stopped briefly to take in the sight and while he had seen a lot of things in his life time upon Telath, this was rather odd. In the middle of nowhere, a person seemingly jumping down into a valley below?
Veleraen shook his head and continued forward to take a closer look. Albeit it was hard not to see or hear or feel him coming. His aura gave him away almost immediately, he was over fifteen feet tall....and the Giant squeaked like a rusty gate hinge as with every movement of his upper body and right arm, the rust that Jorel had so pleasantly bestowed upon him had taken effect with every waking candlemark of his life.
If you couldn't see him, feel him or hear him, then well, you probably didn't belong out here in the wild arium wilderness.
___________
It was just another leisurely brightening, or so Gloan thought. Once every few cycles he had made it a point to get out of Nexus Prime and have some time to himself. Wearing his woolen clothes from his time in Paxia, he made his way randomly through the landscape. Upon his back was his Dwarven Steel Bearded Axe, and upon his hips were 11 weighted throwing axes attached to pegs (5 on one side, 6 on the other).
As he walked and daydreamed, he heard an unnatural sound. The squeaking and creaking in the distance was enough to draw his attention. He followed it until he saw the giant, a menacing figure towering over the landscape around him. With a furrowed brow, he moved in closer.
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Chapter I: "City On the Hill"
Ceniel saw his breath fog as he manipulated the Essence of Force into a variety of abilities ranging from staying warm to ignoring the forces of gravity. To the untrained eye, the elf may have appeared to be a wisp or ice wraith bounding along the snowy highlands near the base of the Great Mountains. But there were forces at work here that Ceniel did not yet sense. They were cloaked, hidden. And they were searching for something. Someone, really, to take them home.
Veleraen felt Hakan nudge his gaze southward. The golden falcon was watching something unusual bounding along the snowy highlands near the base of the Great Mountains. From his position, Veleraen could only see snowy plains and more snow interrupted only by the stony peaks beyond. True enough, Veleraen was not difficult to spot. Not even for the Sorcerer who was still some ways away. If his unusual aura didn't give him away, the creaking of his built-in armor certainly did. The ice did little to mask the creaking of his rusting Aetherium. Just then, Veleraen felt something familiar. Something sinister. It was a presence he recognized as evil and it was closing on his position.
Before Veleraen could react, he saw something dark and shadowy emerge behind the bounding elf. It was up to him to warn the fellow or perhaps take the initiative and attack. Ceniel, on the other hand, felt an unnatural cold grip his spine. Which was odd since his spell was intact.
Gloan arrived in time to see a pool containing a black, inky substance bubble up near the giant's left foot. The titan seemed too preoccupied with something farther ahead to notice. But Gloan saw ... something emerging from the pool. Hands. Claws. Horns. Until he saw skeletal creatures and beasts bubbling up from the pool, three in all, each one taking the form of some kind of chimera -- abominations.
________
The elf wore a new guise this brightening.
The elf always wore a new guise, every brightening.
An older dracon stepped onto the scene, an arcane portal from the Dar Havark sorcerors slipping into the nether behind him. Shei’yein, now called Venactus, lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag, and brought up his wards and various protective veils. Two swords hung at his side, along with a burlap sack strapped to his back. Long eras had passed since he had hunted properly. Meditation. The thrill of the kill, the unaugmented fight. He drew a circle of magic on the group, and was about to infuse it with energy, when a terribly shrill squeak caused the hackles on his back to rise.
“Bloody….”
In the snow, a massive… something, was moving. The only thing that could be made out in this snow was that it sounded more annoying than it looked.
His hand on his blade, the elf flew in the colossal form’s direction.
Active Spells: Solitude of the Soul (Masks arcane/vis presence, all casting), Animation (Winged flight, manifesting as draconic wings currently). |
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Ein'nasar was sure he wouldn't mistake the silhouette in the distance for anything else. He had met the Titan of Aslan before in Olympia, and he was sure there weren't that many giants walking around radiating such an aura alive in Telath.
The Sylvyn approached the giant, intending to greet him once he got closer.
__________
"Giant!" Gloan yelled unaware that he was addressing the Titan of Aslan. "At your feet! Aeternia itself is rising to greet you!" With that, he quickly unhitched a throwing axe from each side, and if he was in range, would throw them both at the nearest creature to him. If he was not in range, he would run as quickly as he could until he was.
_________
The chill of the winter air was usually kept at bay by his thick skin, bundled tunic and armour but the presence he felt during those keen moments on the Arium tundra gripped him despite his best efforts. There was an odd feeling in the air that brightening and he couldn't just shake it off his shoulders like the snow that had fallen upon them earlier.
He looked out into the distance and saw a man of sorts, on the arium plain just before the great mountains, and then...a shadow.
Veleraen froze momentarily in place as he watched the form rise from the ground and he knew in his mind that something was not right. He had seen and experienced many things in this world and out of everything that he had seen and learned about was that nothing good ever came out of the ground. He had a lot of experience in that area. One might have called him an expert.
Veleraen cupped both hands to his mouth and shouted, his lungs expanded to their maximum as he sounded a warning. "BEHIND YOU!!!!!" His deep roar cascaded across the plains and could only hope that it reached the stranger in time. He pressed forward, hoping to catch up to him as his pace increased, his humongous feet padding against the snow with thunderous steps.
________
A warning sounded in the screeching wind and the elf lord didn’t hesitate for a moment. He pushed his Gravity Dispersal to the limit and jumped straight up. As he rocketed off the ground he would look down, shielding his eyes with one hand against the glare of the snow, and prepared a nonlethal Force Bolt to shoot at whatever had been coming up behind him.
--
Alastair had admittedly, gotten a little lost returning from Paxia.
Sure, he was more than glad to get out of that Jaedaxia-hating hellhole, but he probably could've stood to stop for directions or something on the way back, because he had no clue how he'd gotten where he'd gotten.
But he was pretty sure he wasn't alone.
He had a pack at his side and a rapier strapped to his belt, thick furs managed to keep the chill of winter reasonably far from his heart. Responsibility was important. If he was responsible, he would've bought a damn map.
There were some figures ahead. Hold on a tic, were there like fifty people all coming together at once? What was it? War? A battle? He almost licked his lips: An orgy? Well, better to make sure nothing dangerous was going on, or at least if something was, that it was fun and dangerous.
The giant seemed to be yelling something. Alastair decided it was a good time for a smoke. Mm, Jaedaxian greys.
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