Post by prime on Oct 14, 2006 18:50:21 GMT -5
Laria sadly walked through the forest, progressing deeper and deeper into its comforting depths. She did not begrudge humanity their future, but she couldn't deny the unmistakeable comfort of immersing herself in Gaia. She taken to the forest due to the fact that her sister had parted with her a short while ago. Riracu and Laria had always had opposing idea's, but Laria had never believed her sister would leave. But, in reflection, Laria found that it was inevitable. Riracu craved knowledge, power of the universe, and demonstrated a gift for the arcane from a very young age, the same as Laria had demonstrated a gift for bending and living with the natural world.
Laria paused, and laid her hand gently against an oak tree. She sensed something great an terrifying around the corner now. A long journey she was ill prepared for. She took a deep breath, feeling the tree's life. Flowing as it did high up in the air, with the winds and the light from the sun. It calmed her nerves, and she opened her eye's. She opened her enchanting lips, and began to sing to the tree with a sirens voice. It wrapped itself around her hand, and slowly, two spires flowed upwards from her hand. The spires twisted around eachother, like branches born to close together. A twin pair grew down from the bottom of her hand. The wood encompassing her hand slowly flowed off it, forming a handle. A beautiful tear motif erupted all over that bow, as Laria's singing slowly grew even more sad.
She stopped singing at the bows completion, staring at the amber bowstring. "I am far to young for whats ahead. But I'll do my best mother." She said, looking at the tree. She then slowly turned, and walked away, back out of the forest. Brances and twigs around her formed arrows as she walked, stone forming arrow heads. She looked at the bow once more. "I name you Tyrid, and hope that you shall never shed any blood." She said.
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Riracu stood at the top of the old Tower Arcane, an ancient place of black magic that had been abandoned for so long. Her mere presence had cleared the tower of any lost magics, her red eye's chasing away what would hide in the shadows. Her appearance had begun to change as soon as she'd left her sister, tending more to her demonic side. Her veins were much more clearly visible, a vivid red. And her eye's had become blank, and had a flat cast to them. She stood at the towers greatest spire, in the middle of a pentacle. "All the shadows summon you home, all the arcane calls you mind, the spirits beg for your touched, the universe crying for your control. The arcane face raises its head, calling to you. Return here, those who treasure the arcane, and we shall all be one." She chanted, the pentacle glowing red, summoning al those who wished to learn the ways of the arcane. All those who wished to share and expand their knowledge.
She stepped outside of the pentacle, and their was a loud crack behind her. She stopped, and slowly turned around. The center of the pentacle had slid down, like a trap door, and it slowly opened before Riracu's eye's. An alter bearing a staff rose from its depths, the arcane and evil object jet black, and radiating arcane energy. Both ends were claw, as though dragon's talons, and held a demonic red light, akin to Riracu's own. She reverently reached out and picked up the staff. Instantly, its evil tore into her, attempting to destroy her. But she casually mastered it, storing its evil within herself. It could not match her strength.
Sadly, she did not realise that the evil slowly began to corrupt her, from the moment of its conseption. The staff blazed brilliantly in Riracu's hands, and she slowly decended back into the tower. Her people would soon come, the front gates were already open. All she had to do was wait.
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Laria sat in the high mountains, chanting. She sat in the centre of a stone hinge, chanting a messege for those like herself. "The world is old, yet it still grows. Youth need not fear for the old, old need not fear for the youth. Only seek to achieve your goals and the old shall listen and assist, so the druids may become yet one again." She'd been chanting this message for a few hours, and finally she stopped. Any druids that came would soon know the area, and a druid needed no lodgings. The same with rangers and other creatures of magic. Laria's last thought was to send them an image, a picture of herself as she would appear in these mountains. As a gold wolf.
She focused her mind and energy, bending the beast within her, and slow, she changed. She stood as a wolf, trotting across the ground and into a cave for warmth and shelter, her bow now a part of her. Now, all she could do was wait.
Laria paused, and laid her hand gently against an oak tree. She sensed something great an terrifying around the corner now. A long journey she was ill prepared for. She took a deep breath, feeling the tree's life. Flowing as it did high up in the air, with the winds and the light from the sun. It calmed her nerves, and she opened her eye's. She opened her enchanting lips, and began to sing to the tree with a sirens voice. It wrapped itself around her hand, and slowly, two spires flowed upwards from her hand. The spires twisted around eachother, like branches born to close together. A twin pair grew down from the bottom of her hand. The wood encompassing her hand slowly flowed off it, forming a handle. A beautiful tear motif erupted all over that bow, as Laria's singing slowly grew even more sad.
She stopped singing at the bows completion, staring at the amber bowstring. "I am far to young for whats ahead. But I'll do my best mother." She said, looking at the tree. She then slowly turned, and walked away, back out of the forest. Brances and twigs around her formed arrows as she walked, stone forming arrow heads. She looked at the bow once more. "I name you Tyrid, and hope that you shall never shed any blood." She said.
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Riracu stood at the top of the old Tower Arcane, an ancient place of black magic that had been abandoned for so long. Her mere presence had cleared the tower of any lost magics, her red eye's chasing away what would hide in the shadows. Her appearance had begun to change as soon as she'd left her sister, tending more to her demonic side. Her veins were much more clearly visible, a vivid red. And her eye's had become blank, and had a flat cast to them. She stood at the towers greatest spire, in the middle of a pentacle. "All the shadows summon you home, all the arcane calls you mind, the spirits beg for your touched, the universe crying for your control. The arcane face raises its head, calling to you. Return here, those who treasure the arcane, and we shall all be one." She chanted, the pentacle glowing red, summoning al those who wished to learn the ways of the arcane. All those who wished to share and expand their knowledge.
She stepped outside of the pentacle, and their was a loud crack behind her. She stopped, and slowly turned around. The center of the pentacle had slid down, like a trap door, and it slowly opened before Riracu's eye's. An alter bearing a staff rose from its depths, the arcane and evil object jet black, and radiating arcane energy. Both ends were claw, as though dragon's talons, and held a demonic red light, akin to Riracu's own. She reverently reached out and picked up the staff. Instantly, its evil tore into her, attempting to destroy her. But she casually mastered it, storing its evil within herself. It could not match her strength.
Sadly, she did not realise that the evil slowly began to corrupt her, from the moment of its conseption. The staff blazed brilliantly in Riracu's hands, and she slowly decended back into the tower. Her people would soon come, the front gates were already open. All she had to do was wait.
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Laria sat in the high mountains, chanting. She sat in the centre of a stone hinge, chanting a messege for those like herself. "The world is old, yet it still grows. Youth need not fear for the old, old need not fear for the youth. Only seek to achieve your goals and the old shall listen and assist, so the druids may become yet one again." She'd been chanting this message for a few hours, and finally she stopped. Any druids that came would soon know the area, and a druid needed no lodgings. The same with rangers and other creatures of magic. Laria's last thought was to send them an image, a picture of herself as she would appear in these mountains. As a gold wolf.
She focused her mind and energy, bending the beast within her, and slow, she changed. She stood as a wolf, trotting across the ground and into a cave for warmth and shelter, her bow now a part of her. Now, all she could do was wait.