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 Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 7:51 pm
__________■ Sand and Wind
Two caped figures moved across the fiery landscape, veiled by a thin layer of violent golden sand. The wind was strong, the siblings barely hanging on to their belongings as they sought any kind of shade that could shelter them from the storm. It was early in the morning when they had started their journey in the area of Saimoor. The pair had known it would be an arduous journey to pass the wide desert that rested in the heart of the country--yet none of them had anticipated the storm that came along with it. The older of the two was more worried about passing Ardya where desperate bandits and thieves lurked in every corner and with their vision impaired like this, an attack would render them completely defeated. The violent sandstorm continued to welcome them with gaping arms and a promise that things were not going to get any easier.
Intense grey eyes peeked out from the cloth that wrapped the male's face, looking over to his older sister who was right beside him, at least, what he could make out of her.
"Older sister" he shouted, calling out to her in their native tongue. "Do you see anything out there at all?"
Most of what he had said was carried off by the strong gusts, the female barely making out his words yet understanding their serious plight in any case. "Younger brother, I think I see something to the east but --I can't be sure!" With that she pointed to the direction, making sure he at least saw her answer if he couldn't hear her, light teal eyes looking at her younger brother worriedly.
Elias clutched the steel weapon at his side, he wasn't that adept with fighting with a knife but by the gods he couldn't use his bow and arrow in this kind of weather. In all honestly he couldn't even make out what was in front of him, he wouldn't be surprised if he would be walking into something at any moment or even fall into some kind of trap or quicksand--or heaven forbid, a group of thieves. Needless to say he didn't really have much hope for anything good at the moment. He followed Kianna with heavy steps, going against the strong winds that met them at each tiring step. This... was going to take a while.
He trudged forward and collided with a particularly strong gust, the leather pouch strapped to his waist slipping and falling on the rough sand, tumbling towards the opposite direction. Panic welled up in Elias---that pouch had all the coins they had in this world. And losing it meant that they had to start from scratch. Again. With one word that called out to his sister, he ran after the small bag, hoping that Kianna heard him. Following the direction of the winds was still hard, the man tripping and landing on the dunes beneath his feet, eyes still focused on his goal that kept on rolling down the hill, the man breathing heavily, any sound he made engulfed by the screaming winds. He lids his eyes, the sand and winds demanding and unforgiving.
For a few seconds--or minutes--he couldn't even tell how long it was as he tumbled along the hills of sands, the wind and sand taking him wherever it pleased, the chaos around him making it hard to think or do anything else.
Then he finally stopped. Everything stopped.
Suddenly he could hear nothing, his body laid out on the carpet of sand, his clothing and hair ruffled and filled with the fine grains. Yet he could feel something in his hands. It felt-- out of place as well, it was smooth--and he would have expected some sort of rough rock in his hands or even a set of old bones but not what he saw when he finally opened his eyes.
It was a bottle of peculiar nature. The smooth clear class did not fit in with the raw and jagged surroundings yet what it contained was a perfect replica of the everything which they were in, warm to the touch.
Instinctively he grabbed the said bottle and was even more alarmed when he saw his pouch of coins resting neatly underneath the bottom of the bottle. As if someone had mischievously placed it there. His grey eyes darted back to the bottle in his hands as he grabbed the brown bag and stashed it in his pocket, the man now kneeling on the bed of sand. He almost missed his sister's voice calling out for him as he stared at the bottle with such troubled features.
Where did you come from? he thought to himself as he held it, the desert quiet and calm once again as if content.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 2:04 pm
__________■ New Beginnings
__________■■ Elias & Tesla
__________■■ Siren's ShoreQuote: Upon first arriving in this new city he is welcomed by a very beat up old shack that he had purchased before. But amid this was a (surprisingly) warm greeting from his new neighbor named Tesla Grey. Of course Elias is floored on how to present himself and even converse properly with the young woman.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 6:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 6:21 pm
__________■ What Have I Gotten Myself Into?
__________■■ Elias & Tesla
__________■■ Siren's ShoreQuote: Tesla stops by for a surprise visit. But what surprises Elias the most about her visit is her revelation that she had obtained a bottle like his--- similar but very different from each other. Both of them have no idea what it is and where they came from.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 4:32 pm
__________■ The Storm It was a comfortable afternoon for once, the winter air still blowing by yet Elias liked the chill that easily woke his weary bones. Indeed it was a full day of work once again but the most important thing to note was that ---he was almost done. He let out a sigh of relief with a tired smile as he sat on his makeshift chair on his almost-finished porch. It was a lovely afternoon with a perfect blue sky that faded to a light orange. He watched the reflection of the sunlight on the cool waters ---and more importantly he firmly held the warm, bright bottle that sat on his lap.
One would think this scene rather odd. A grown man who looked as if he was nursing a bottle. Elias would calmly reply that the bottle was indeed warm and helped the blood rush into his fingers with the comforting feeling. Yet it wasn't just for that reason he was doing this. As the weeks went by more and more he felt that he couldn't leave this bottle alone. And after finding out that this bottle had others like it out there his curiousity and protectiveness of the item only increased with time. He brought the bottle everywhere, especially since his house wasn't secure at that time, he wanted to make sure the bottle was safe. So there he sat, not unlike an old man in a rocking chair, staring at the sea with some kind of 'companion' on his lap. Staring at the sandy bottle, he tapped the clear glass and immediately felt it 'reply' with a stronger glow --and making Elias bite his lip in confusion. It was as if it understood what was going on. Strange things had been happening lately, for instance when he was working late at night it would glow brighter as if to help him see better, if he was cold at night he could feel it warm his cold skin.
"You strange bottle." he grumbled under his breath, shaking his head at his own irrational thoughts.
The raven-haired man stood from his seat, carefully placing the bottle on the chair he sat as he went in to grab his tools, ready to work once again. He went through his list mentally in his head once again as he grabbed the heavy bag of items. Today he had to fix the glass on the windows--which would be a fairly simple job since he already had the materials. What was going to be complicated was---------
With a loud thud his bag hit the wooden floor, the man's eyes open in suprise as he stood on the porch. The bottle was gone.
He sharply drew in a breath of air, looking around his little home in a frantic search. No one was around! Was this even possible? He was definitely sure that he had not misplaced it, only seconds ago the warm object was comfortably on his lap and now it was gone. Elias felt his stomach fall, unsure of what to do as his grey eyes still tried to search for it, feeling a sense of great loss.
In the middle of his frantic search he heard a gust of wind from behind his home, knitting his brows in confusion as he dashed towards the source. And he was greeted by the same kind of storm that hit him and his sister on the day he had found the bottle yet--this storm was strangely concentrated on one small area, the surrounding sand calm and gently moving as the hurricane of sand danced in place.
The man couldn't even hear himself think, staring all too blankly at this spectacle and unsure of what in the god's name was going on. Yet as soon as it had started the sand started to settle down, and this was when he could see the bottle he had been searching avidly for, sitting in the middle of the swirling sands that danced around it.
He gave the bottle a scolding look, "So that was you..." he said, reffering to where he had found the bottle in the first place--to which the sand curled around his thumb as if by apology. He knew it was absurd but the show of that small storm as well as the evident reactions of the bottle made him realize that what he thought--that the bottle was actually alive--- was not so ridiculous after all.
Muttering in a gentle preach he rubbed the bottles sides, "Don't scare me like that." And he took the bottle back inside, a trail of gliding sand following in its wake.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:25 pm
Warm & Cozy.
(Dust Spin --> Child Quest*) It's no secret that's it's been chilly during the winter months on the shore: where it might be cold normally in the cities and in the forests, it's downright frigid at night by the ocean. It's quite understandable then that Elias might be confused when he wakes up one night to find himself warm, snug like he fell asleep by a fireplace...or in the dunes of sand. Unfortunately, it's the latter that seems to have happened - in fact, Aric has utterly covered Elias in his warm blanket of sand, and it's not just on the hunter: it's all over the house, filling every nook and cranny! What does Elias do? How does he get all that sand back in one place? Can he get the heat of the desert sand contained and keep it contained, or will Aric make his presence known all over the place? *Please note, there's a minimum word requirement of 500 words for this quest.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:37 pm
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PROMPT ANSWER HERE
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:39 pm
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Elias is all OMFG THERE'S A BOY IN MY BED
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:40 pm
__________■ Blood & Sand
__________■■ Aric, Elias & Nolan, Tesla
__________■■ Siren's ShoreQuote: FURST MEETING LIKE WOAH YOU HAVE A CHILD?!
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 1:13 am
__________■Bright Findings
__________■■ Aric & Ziya
__________■■ Amies ShoreQuote: OMG IT'S A BLONDIE..............LIEK ARIC.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 1:32 pm
__________■Paper Trail
__________■■ Aric & Konstantin
__________■■ Amies LibraryQuote: Oops got in trouble again
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 1:33 pm
__________■ Solo
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__________■■ Quote: The hunting, omg aric killed one ..
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 1:35 pm
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__________■■ Elias & Aric, Sable
__________■■ Outskirts of Whi Forest
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