Whispers of a Darkening Mist

Subject: Whispers of a Darkening Mist Thu Feb 09, 2012 12:54 am

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Subject: Re: Whispers of a Darkening Mist Thu Feb 09, 2012 2:15 am

He sat beneath an old oak tree in the Forest of Azaraith contently puffing on a pipe. To his left lay a grey wolf whose ears would perk in random intervals. It was a quiet, mild midsummers day here--to his left a few hundred meters lay a stream where he had washed earlier, to his right the road to the three kingdoms, two to the south, one to the north. He was a handsome man with broad shoulders, a fine, athletic frame, light eyes and dark shaggy brown hair. His face was weathered by the elements and the stress of his tasks as a ranger, though he was only barely 30 summers old. He wore modest clothing befitting a ranger, tight enough to stay in place when needed but loose enough to allow him to be agile if the occasion called for it. He was an expert at what he did, bladed weaponry as well as throwing implements were his strong suit; his knowledge of herbs and poisons were vast--he could almost pass as a aboriginal medicine man.

He had no place to be at the moment, so he rested, a small pack of herb and rations lay opposite his animal friend. He smiled a little, allowing a small, soft chuckle to escape his lips. Things seemed to be going well for him as of late, so there really wasn't anything to be forlorn about.

She sat in the river clad in just an undergarment--white as snow. She smiled as she let her long light brown hair down, allowing it to flutter in tendrils down her back and shoulders. She took a cloth and lathered it in the stream, taking great care to bathe herself. She whispered to the water and watched it form little humanoid dancers to entertain her as she performed a mundane activity. She was beautiful beyond compare, even more so for an Elf. Her eyes were the color of the leaves of evergreens, her skin a warm hue of beige. She was the daughter of a general of the woodfolke, many people traveled through their forests and often traded wit them; she loved the ways of man and avidly sought to learn more about them. She was a free-loving childe of nature, though her true power resided in the waters that ran through her home not two leagues away from where she bathed.

She leaned back into the water and let herself float a little, the water embracing her like an old friend. She stared at the sky--what she could see of it through the trees--then closed her eyes. Her mind began to wonder about that which the men who traveled through here had been whispering--something about a darkening mist in the east near the Badlands of Valincia. She had heard of great battles and fights before, reading all she could in her family's library as well as her people's... but never had she heard such anxious, hushed words escape the lips of travelers. It was both terrifying and interesting.

It was a beautiful day. She drew back the curtains and helped her mother wake her kid brother up. Quickly she gobbled her breakfast--which was a rare site to see as everyone knew that halflings loved to eat--and dashed out of the home into the garden. She smiled at her beautiful plants and began watering and tending each one like a mother wold a child. She hummed a happy little folk tune as she went, taking great care to catch all the weeds and trimmings that needed to be taken to the compost pile.

It was a wonderful place she lived in, friendly little folk lived here for thousands of years, just out of the way of the humans and elves, but never too far from them for trading purposes only. The little town she lived in was named Bobbenset, which was a branch shire of the main ten halfling towns in the greater Somberset Meadows on the Alishan Plateau.

She then made her rounds with her mother in the vegetable garden, picking what needed to be picked, and planting what needed to be planted. It was soon noon, her mother would be off to the larger town over--Blackswitch Brae--which left time for her to be to herself. She quickly dressed in her finest clothing and made her way to the halfling library at the centre of town. There weren't a great many books there, but there was a handsome fellow who worked behind the desk that would always order her arts and decorating books to spruce up the family home, or just for her entertainment.

She was barely 18 summers old, her hair was the color of the sunshine and her eyes were the color of amber. She was cute in her own right, and quite tall for her kind; a little on the portly side, but definitely a looker in the same league as the more handsome of halflings wandering these parts.

Subject: Re: Whispers of a Darkening Mist Thu Feb 09, 2012 12:27 pm

He wanders the dark caverns that have been his home for years his long jet black hair held back by a hardened leather band a ragged scar over his left eye still looks raw, a memento of his mothers family, the Drow do not much like half breeds it seems. Her family at least don't. The only time he met them they tried to kill him, he got away with his life though it took him a while to heal up and he'll always have the scars to remember them by. His dark grey skin and jet black eyes are perfect for someone who lives in darkness though he can wander into the light where most of his brethren do not like to venture. Up ahead he hears a noise of stone sliding against stone realizing, as he hears it, someone must have been far to close to the cavern. He dashes forward his light feet skipping soundlessly off the rocks. He skids to a stop at the rim before calling out in the commontongue "is there someone down there"

"NARKAL" echo's up a dwarvish curse from the depths "OI YOU GET ME OUT OF HERE" calls the dwarf "accursed slate" he mutters pacing the pit "whoever put this pit here needs to be burred in it. There he was just walking along exploring a new tunnel angry his parents who are forever treating him like a newborn he'd got his beard he's almost a man and he deserves to be treated like one dammit. He strokes his ginger beard and checks the haft of his Axe making sure nothing was broken.

"ho dwarf need a way out my friend?" asks a figure at the other edge of the pit

"let us leave" he says coming forward "DROW" he says lowing his helmed head and pulling forth his axe. "What trick be this?"

"woah put up your axe I have no quarrel with you and besides that I'm just half drow anyway not that they are any kin of mine" he explains

Her long blond hair flows behind her as she flies exilerating in the thrill of air in her wings she spirals through the clouds diving up and down laughing. She was young and adventurous still loving exploring the skys with nothing to worry about. She lets out a small squeal of delight as a Pegasus flies up to join her for a time. She pauses up high staring around the land below shuddering as she sees that tower again. Still more work appears to be going on there though what kind she cant tell. She knows something isn't right there even the birds wont fly to close yet she wont ever go closer to find out what is going on there. She knows she'll have to talk to her parents and hope someone will take her concerns seriously.

Subject: Re: Whispers of a Darkening Mist Fri Feb 10, 2012 2:09 am

His eyes parted open and he listened actively--he could hear splashing in a nearby river...someone was about. He stood slowly, taking the pipe from his mouth and emptying the weed onto the ground, snuffing it out with the heel of his boot. His animal friend too stood and stretched, waiting the next move; he sniffed the air and pawed at the earth, taking a few feet lead ahead of the Ranger.

The Ranger was quiet as he made his way towards the river, taking great care not to step on anything that may give away his position. His hand lingered, poised, in position over one of his many throwing implements.

As he made his way around the final row of trees near the river he spotted a beautiful bathing wood elf playing her trickery with water magic. He quickly ducked down behind a bush, but his companion decided to further investigate--especially as he saw no threat in his master's heartbeat.

She sat up as she saw the wolf come into view. She had nothing but water to protect her, and even then her powers were weak at best without her diadem. She stared at the canine as it knelt by the bank and lapped up some of the water. Her eyes darted around suspiciously, then she smiled a little--this creature was tame, it probably had an owner nearby.

"Hello little one," she said softly, her voice was melodic and soothing. The wolfs automatic position went from curious to friendly, it sniffled the air as she started her way towards it. "I wonder where... your companion is..."

"Ah, he's mine..." said the ranger, his voice was both gruff and friendly. He smiled a little, his eyes crinkling at the edges as his wolf walked back to him and sat at his feet, wagging his tail.

She cried out in horror as the man gazed upon her, throwing quickly on a robe to cover her curves from the eyes of man.

"I beg your pardon, miss, I am merely a Ranger traveling from one side of this wood to the other... I mean you no harm."

"A Ranger... fair enough... i suspect you'd like to trade with my people, i must admit this is the most unorthodox way to find our stronghold..."

"I know of your strongholds m'lady..." he chuckles, bowing politely and adverting his eyes. "But it would be an honor if you escorted me to them..."

He already had her pegged as the daughter of a higher up, just by the fact that her clothing were of a different saturated fabric than that of the normal elven folk, and that she had a diadem sitting on the shore.

As she made her way gingerly to town she picked up a fair few wild flowers to braid into her hair. She whistled a gay little tune as she trotted onward on the dirt road. Occasionally she was passed by human men on horse and buggies making a quick stop into the halfling town for essential vegetables. She smiled brightly and looked up at the sky, swinging her arms in a content, child-like manner. There was nothing better than her home town, nothing better than this little world, and she was convinced that no one or nothing would ever take her away from here... It was a comfort to know her roots, and that she would only grow from here. It was even more comforting to know that her entire lineage started here, at this very place, in the meadows.

Subject: Re: Whispers of a Darkening Mist Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:07 am

"mine clan casts me out now I am to be saved by the half spawn of our most hated foe can this day get any worse?" he mutters to himself putting up his axe

"at least you are recognised as a true dwarf and not considered an abomination something at best to be shunned and worst to be hunted down like a dog for slaughter"

"what did you do to be thought of as such?" asks the dwarf curiously

"I was born" he says flatly "for all their hatred of the high elves their views on mixed breeding are just as puritanical"

"Mine name is Norring" says the dwarf smiling slightly

"Rhylagh is my name" he smiles offering his hand to the dwarf "lets go there will be a hot meal waiting for you at my home. I will warn you my mother is a full drow however she is nothing like her race she loves a human and feels no quarrel with your kind"

"thanks" says Norring taking his hand as Rhylagh flips him up onto his back

"hold on tight" says Rhylagh as he climbs back out of the pit

She flies back skirting the very far edge of a rather large dragons territory the dragons roar rattling the air around her. She flies quicker hoping to avoid that particular dragon she's got a full next so anyone coming to close is doomed to a painful end. She lands on Mount Sirier, home of her kind, and on the far side home of the High Elves though they've never had contact for as long as she can remember.

She heads to the council of elders knocking the door and bowing low as her father comes to the door. "honnored father. there appears to be something growing in the shadow kingdom nothing flies there now and.. something... i know not what... appears to be happening around the Chaos spire. the grounds are torn up for miles around it they appear to be searching for... something and the workers... they do not look right.. they look strange."

"Angelique, my child, we will go substantiate your claim you have always been honest with us and this news is disturbing and only confirms what our farseers have been saying. I was waiting for you're twenty first birthday before I gave you this yet it seems we may not have time for this later if what we suspect is true." he gives her a pendant, one that once belonged to her mother, then walks away back into the elders chambers a clear dismissal

Angelique glances down at the pendant in her hand, the heart of thunder, she wanders away slipping it on walking as though in a daze.

a bugle call echos around the town calling for the scouts, the swiftest fliers of the village, she glances up at them as they rush past.