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 Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 1:39 pm
Silvrendir smiled gratefully at the man and was about to thank him when a very old-looking man appeared on the stairs behind him. Silvrendir blinked and tried not to stare, but despite being quite similar to many of the people the young Angel knew, the man was also ... very different ...
For one thing, Silvrendir had never seen anyone physically old before. Chronologically, yes - but immortal, and thus the same physically as if they were only in their teens.
He watched silently, in complete and utter amazement as the man transferred the map onto the piece of burlap, which Silvrendir accepted, his green eyes just about glowing with amazement, gratefulness, and happiness. He bowed low to the old elf as he turned back towards the stairs, and he quickly tucked the map safely into his bag.
Once it was just him and Irenre again, he broke into a wide grin.
"That was amazing," he breathed softly. "I've never seen magic like that before ... How did he know what I was? And what kind of magic was used on me?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 4:02 pm
Irenre smirked and leaned on the counter. "He's an old elf, my grandfather. One of the original ones from back when we fled to Nymphade Forest. He's been exposed to many different magicks and creatures over the years, and can sense any magick and creature present in a room," he paused a moment, his smirk softening to a soft smile.
"About how he knew what you were... I have a few guesses, nothing concrete. Centuries ago, we'd get these little angels, no more than your height, though there were a couple who were taller... Anyway, they used to come he'e, to Ascend. Become 'big' angels, they said...
"Then, it just stopped. We don't know why, but other than you, no angel's been down here for centuries." Irenre shrugged; he didn't know why. He'd been in Courve at the time the angels came and went, so it wasn't like he had any idea.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 4:16 pm
Silvrendir's eyes filled with wonder and amazement - not at the age of the old man who had given him the map, not at Irenre's story (though it did interest him to hear of others of his kind) - but at the news that others like him had become BIG angels.
"Ascend?" he asked in a hushed tone, his voice filled with awe. "Is that why I got this quest?"
He'd had no idea ... was that why he felt the need to do this, just as he had once felt the urge to become guardian of his little big sister?
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 8:45 pm
((Don't mean to nag, but could you use a darker color, Nara? Its kinda hard to read without my eyes hurting... sweatdrop ))
Irenre shrugged; it wasn't like he had any idea on the matter. "Probably. Its been so long, that we don't remember this. But it seems who ever sent you down here, wants you back. That is the whole point of Ascending, if I remember correctly," he said thoughtfully, staring up at the ceiling in thought.
The elf rummage throught the drawers for a piece of paper and a pencil. He scribbled something down and handed it to Silvrendir.
"Here, go to the horse ranch outside the city limits. You can't miss it; it's right between Junia's northern gate and the outer limits of Beist. Give this to the woman there. She'll know what to do."
Outside there was a clap of thunder and lightning and the rain pored harder. Irenre sighed; it was a good thing he'd waterproofed spelled the shop... the streets where going to flood again...
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 12:54 pm
((^^; Sorry about that, I'll try gray instead.))
Silvrendir blinked at Irenre in surprise. A person? Someone who ... wanted him back? He felt a twinge of inner fear. Did that mean he wouldn't see his family again?
He took a deep breath to calm himself. No matter what happened, he had to see this through. Even if he didn't get to go back home, he knew that if he turned around now he would never forgive himself - and he would never feel settled again. No, he had to go through with this, no matter what the cost.
He took the note from Irenre and nodded to show that he understood the man's directions. He hadn't had a lot of physical training, but he knew which way was north, and how to know without a compass.
"What's her name?" he asked, ignoring the thunder that rolled outside. He had been out in all sorts of weather, and he loved storms.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 3:40 pm
Irenre chuckled a moment. "Her name, eh? She's gone by a whole lot over the years... I think she goes by Mary this rebirth... hard to tell somethings. But I think that's it," he said to the Angel before glancing outside.
"If you're going to go, I'd go now. Wait too long and we'll be flooded in," he said absentmindedly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 3:47 pm
Silvrendir wanted to stay and ask the man more questions - particularly about the rebirth now, to see if it was anything like the rebirth of his grandfather had been - but at the man's warning about the flooding his eyes grew wide and his mind snapped back to the task at hand.
"Right - thanks!" he said brightly, tucking the note into his bag as well. "How much do I owe you?"
He reached into his bag for one of his many money pouches - it would be safer, his mother had insisted, if no one knew he had more money than it looked like - and smiled up at the man.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 4:04 pm
Irenre chuckled again and shook his head. "If we wanted money, my grandfather would have demanded it when he created the map. We don't need it. We have a duty to make sure you get your journey started, nothing more," he said with a bow. The old ways were coming back to the elf. It had been far too long since there had been Angels who Ascended.
"Go now!" he said, saying a silent spell. It teleported Silvrendir out of the shop and into the water filled streets.
It was time to go.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 5:15 pm
Silvrendir's eyes shone with gratefulness, and he was about to reply once more when suddenly he found himself outside in the pouring rain.
He blinked, surprised to find that the water was already ankle deep. Irenre hadn't been joking ... the streets really were flooding ...
Well, now he had a destination, and directions. There was no time for him to sit and deliberate over things - that could wait for better weather and more time. Right now, he had to get going.
Walking was going to be a pain in the backside, so he made sure everything was back in his bag, and that his bag was tied tightly, and spread his silvery wings and headed for the air.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 9:06 am
The air wasn't much better. The rainy season wasn't like all rain-no wind. No not at all. It almost seemed like a hurracan was going to blow through. One wasn't going to, but it was a nice thought.
The people below him paid him no mind; as long as he didn't screech he was okay. Most of them had found a good place to wait out the storm, using teleportation spells to get inside. Most of who were still out and a about were mostly storm chasers and weather scientists, and a group of also flying people.
The people in this group had dragonic wings, in all manor of deep colors. A few of the older males had horns on their heads. Each had a stone hanging from their necks on chains.
These were the Manakete, a group of pure bloods - which was almost impossible now with all the crossbreeding with elves and humans - out sight seeing. The race was almost dead, due to said crossbreeding, and it was odd to see a group of pures so far from the reservation on the Tensa River.
Odd...
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 3:10 pm
The air was no better than the ground had been. The weather was so awful that it was all Silvrendir could do to stay aloft - let alone keep his eyes open or see where he was going. The wind and rain drove at him, forcing him in every direction - and he couldn't tell which way was north at all. There were no indicators, nothing ... what was he supposed to do?
He had to find shelter, that was all there was to it.
Or ...
There was a slim hope for him, that might ... possibly ... maybe ... help him ...
He lifted his hands in front of him and very quickly, so smoothly that the hours of practice he had put in were quite obvious, even to one who had no idea what he was doing, he made the handsigns for the magic that his grandfather had taught him. Of course, at the time, he had learned it for an entirely different reason - but here he was, using it where he'd had neither the intention nor the idea to use it.
As he completed the last of the symbols, a bubble appeared around him: a bubble of calmness, of clarity, that kept out everything around him, keeping him dry, aloft, and, best of all, safe from what surrounded him.
Only when he was safe did he look around himself. There was still no way for him to tell which way was north ... of course, he could use his map, but he didn't want to risk his barrier failing and the map's destruction, so he left it in his bag.
Perhaps he should first find a safe place to spend the storm. At this rate, he was only going to get himself lost. He looked around again, and suddenly, he noticed with surprise that he wasn't the only one in the air ... he had just been focusing too much on the ground to realize it. He stared, startled, at the flying people around them, and from their dragonic wings he couldn't help but wonder if they were some species of demon ...
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 10:51 pm
There was a clap of thunder. The group of Manakete seemed to be arguing, as Silvrendir stared.
"My father can kiss his a**, I'm not going back!" one of the smaller ones yelled. His wings were a purplish color. A pair of older males, both with black horns and dark grey wings, seemed to sigh and grab for him.
"Master Rengeki, you have to. You are in line to rule an--" one of them said, pleading with the young master. The boy snarled, his shaggy black hair plastered to his head. It was tied in a ponytail in the back. His eyes, a yellow color, were hard.
Another clap of thunder drowned out the roar that came from the small dragon-boy. "As if I'll ever get to rule! Not with this government! Now, go! We need to find my sister, anyway, right? Go find her. NOW!" he said, breaking his way out of their grasps. The pair of Manakete, body guards by the sound and look of them, sighed and nodded to the two mages flying along side. The mages flew off as they were, but the bodyguards did not.
There were two roars, one ontop of the other, with thunder trying to drown it out. The stones on their necks glowed bright, and the light enveloped them. A split second later, a pair of deep grey dragons were hovering. They flew off.
The young master sighed, running a hand through his hair, and noticed Silvrendir. He didn't say anything, but looked about. He flew to Silvrendir and whispered, "I'd be careful, young one, flying around with magick about you. The harpies will get you if you are not careful."
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 1:46 pm
Silvrendir couldn't help but overhear the argument that the strange flying beings were having, and he wanted to look away and give them their privacy, but he couldn't help but stare - they were such amazing beings ...
When two of them became dragons, he was only slightly surprised. Had he not seen his own mother do the same thing before?
His biggest surprise was when the one the others called master Rengeki came over to speak to him ... and the message that he brought.
"Harpies?" he asked in surprise. "I ... have never heard of them before ... why do they attack magic users?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 2:48 pm
Rengeki sighed. He thought the Angel didn't look familier. "They don't just attack ones with magick about them, but it draws them. Harpies were used in the War by King Musha. It seems his decendants still use them," he said looking off toward the castle in the east.
He turned back to Silvrendir. "I don't recommend flying about in this storm. It will get worse given an hour. You must have business outside of Junia. I'll acompany you. What is you're name, young Angel? I am Rengeki Trensa."
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 3:01 pm
Silvrendir followed the flying being's gaze but in the storm he couldn't see anything, even with the protection of his barrier. Then he looked back at the man.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," he said seriously. "My name is Silvrendir Aldrich Winters, but you can call me Silvrendir. Or Silver, if you prefer."
He would have stuck his hand out for a shake, but the barrier he'd created wouldn't let him. Though if what Rengeki said was true ... he would probably be safer without the barrier, storm or no storm.
"I'm heading towards a ranch just outside Junia," he explained. "I'm looking for a woman named Mary ... she's supposed to be able to help me. But ... I'm also going to need somewhere where I can wait out this storm ..."
He didn't mind storms, but if he had to travel in it ... it was going to make things very difficult.
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