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 Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 2:39 pm
::She giggled a bit, and spoke in a sort of whimsical tone. It was a poem of sorts.::
A thousand words a picture makes, but a thousand words no pictures take. To see things lost, or hidden in lie. See through with truth, the one true eye.
::At which point would come the tingling in Ruuvans eye. Not his average, but the brightly colored new one. A tingling followed by what seemed to be specks filling his vision, as if his eye was suddenly getting horrible reception. And then, a blast of white, as if someone had suddenly covered all existance in snow. And then, came the focus. Ruuvan saw...what he had seen thousands of years before. And lost.
He saw a view from atop a tree, a rather large tree extending several hundred feet into the air, and yet while this tree dwarfed most others, it was almost dwarfed by some yet larger trees. This forest was plush and green and yet untouched by corruption. The tree's held homes, not shacks or shanties but what seemed to be full size manors, and estates resting flawlessly on countless branches. Such was Elemengal Construction, a genius art known only by the rare elemengal elf.
One could see a series of tree swings, and bridges being used to link houses and form a community. As well as several odd devices which seemed to project something like an arrow, yet the arrow moved very slowly and people rode it. This was some sort of Elven magic. This place was not an empty village but rather a bustling city in the trees.
Ruuvan would not be able to touch, or taste, or smell, or even hear the surroundings, but he could see them, and clearly. Yet his view point was not under his control, it was like watching a pre-recording with crystal clearity.
His eyes scanned left, then right, and then far right, as it seemed something caught his attention. A woman exited the house from behind him, a woman wearing a long green gown, and in her hand was a tray. Her hair was a fusion of sort of blonde, and an emerald, as were her emerald eyes. A green drink lied in a golden challice, and strange salad lied in golden bowl. She walked up to Ruuvan and spoke, yet while he got no audio, if he looked closely enough he might be able to read her lips, as they read.::
Why are you standing out here alone love? This is a party for you and your men.
::From his first person view he would see his lips are moving and yet, no audio. She smiled and set the tray down on a small table and held him close. The two looked out at the view from the manor...
And again it faded to white. And as the white dissolved, there stood Ruuvan again, on Shadow Island. And she spoke.::
Most memories can be lost, so their kept in a safe place. An eye is such a place, most safe as it is attached to you face...
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:19 am
Never before had Ruuvan seen such an architectural feat as manors placed upon the top of trees, but he could now say that he had done. Ofcourse the chances of these places surviving all the time he had been gone from Aria was slim, but at least he had a chance to look back into those times through his new eye. Who needed smell, taste or hearing in a place of such beauty? He had little trouble reading what Arian had said, but when it came to his reply he was as oblivious as anyone.
"One day and I've learnt so much..." There were people in the world who could learn entire martial arts forms in one day, however strange that may seem, but to learn so much about one's past and friends in the span of a few hours was something not normally achieved, "What else can you tell me... what did I do before joining Maximos to fight against the Dark Lord?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 1:29 am
Ruuvan Never before had Ruuvan seen such an architectural feat as manors placed upon the top of trees, but he could now say that he had done. Ofcourse the chances of these places surviving all the time he had been gone from Aria was slim, but at least he had a chance to look back into those times through his new eye. Who needed smell, taste or hearing in a place of such beauty? He had little trouble reading what Arian had said, but when it came to his reply he was as oblivious as anyone.
"One day and I've learnt so much..." There were people in the world who could learn entire martial arts forms in one day, however strange that may seem, but to learn so much about one's past and friends in the span of a few hours was something not normally achieved, "What else can you tell me... what did I do before joining Maximos to fight against the Dark Lord?" ::She paused for a moment as if trying her best to recall. And then finally she spoke.:: Ahh yes, General Ruuvan. General in the Army of Light. I uh....um...well. You used to uh....fight. I'm afraid, you and Maximos kept this secret rather tight. ::Tis true. Poor Lady Arian was told nothing of Ruuvans past not even by Maximos as it was Ruuvans request that his path be know by others. Perhaps the general was simply looking to base his identity off of who he was then, not who he had been. It was another lifetime ago, and so she was literally, without a clue.::
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 1:18 am
Let me...
:: D seemed confused, his eyes darted from side to side.::
Let you what? Mishter Walter?
::But Walter was no where to be seen. Where was poor mister Walter at this poor D's time of need.::
LET ME.
:: D grew more scared as the voice echoed up his spine and through his mind. His hand spasmed as if ripped free from his control and filled with an urge to grip, grind, and gnash.::
Let you what!?
: razz anicked the boy darted into a corner, but it didnt help. He was there, and D knew he was there. He always there. He had always been there and D knew it. The difference was that he was HERE. He was right here, right in front of him. There were no words no descriptions, only fear. Pure, unadultured fear.
He ran. Gripping the sword in hand and dashed up the spiral stairs, but HE followed, D couldnt escape. Just as he was about to break free from the Windmills door...HE overtook him. The voice boomed forth across the shadows...::
LET ME FREE!
::With a thunderous slash of a mighty weapon the windmill door was blown off its hinges and a qwaf which was once a boy dressed in black dashed across the Island landscape. He felt he had to go somewhere...away...now. AWAY.
It didnt matter where or how. Once at the edge of the islands shore the Boy flung his sword beneath him and boarded it as if it was some sort of vehicle. Or perhaps, perhaps all along he was ITS vehicle. It didnt matter, it had to go...it had to go now...darkness awaited.::
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 4:10 am
It was a shame Arian knew nothing more, even though she did know quite a bit before Ruuvan joined Maximos on his quest, but it had become apparent that he had become quite quiet after joining the group against the Dark Lord.
"Thank you for telling me what you know, Arian." Ruu smiled and slowly slid the bow onto his back again, turning to face the windmill door in preparation to go back into the building. Then it happened.
The sheer power used to blow the door apart sent the elf stumbling back a few feet, covering his face from the splinters that showered out in his direction. Once he could see again, he was surprised to see a familiar hue of black, much like the one when D killed all the Salamanders, erupt from the windmill and dart in his direction. Of course he quickly jumped out of the way to let it pass, realised it could be D and quickly broke off into a sprint after the boy.
"D, wait! What's going on!" He could see they were approaching the shore and the sword was coming into a position to be used as a vehicle, so Ruu upped his speed and closed the gap between them. Once close enough, the only thing he could do was to jump and tackle whoever it was to the ground with all his strength.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 6:34 am
::But whilst elven speed is infact, a legendary thing. So is the fabled power of the Destroyer, such power was coursing through this child now, filling his life blood.
Ruuvan latched onto the boys back, but his form did not give in to his wieght. Instead, the elf would likely find himself dragged and carried, lest he let go, at which point he'd find himself taking a little nanite swim. Most fatal.
Should he hang on, he was on for one hell of a ride...::
((...And overdue for a post in the Northernlands.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 7:01 am
((Yea yea, University is over now, so I got the time to post.))
Since the black object had already launched itself off the edge of the island with Ruuvan still in tow, he figured it would be suicide to let go and allow himself to fall into the ocean, if not get caught up in whatever trailed behind this demonic form. So, using the strength given to him through many years of training, Ruu held on for dear life as they moved on.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 1:36 am
(( In accordance with the sum of a billion things Maxi has mentioned bit by bit... ))
Whether or not it was an oversight by the census man, or simply a technicality, one thing remained true about Shadow Island: Walter was not alone. There was, in fact, one other 'resident' of the island, though this resident was nothing more than a freeloading guest who was not quite so humble as to not impose upon the caretaker's solitude. Though in nearly the entire extent of his time upon the island, he had barely been seen, barely been heard from, and had not stirred an inch in nearly a year's time.
The traveler Joshua, who had come to the island just before the death of its master through that notorious rabbit hole residing in Maximos' own black hat, had been locked away in one of the rooms, doing nothing but sitting and meditating for all that time. Though now he moved at last, eyes opening, breath drawing, and he stood from where he had sat, cross-legged upon the bed for so long, looking to consult that aged man who trimmed the hedges here.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 9:30 am
::Yes, trimming the hedges, doing the dishes, dusting the shelves, sweeping the floo-
Well, Walter was deeply involved in the act of sweeping when he passed that room. He had nearly forgotten that man was even here, he saw him so very little. The sound of the bed springs squealing as the man rose, was so shocking Walter could have sworn that if he had a heart, it would have stopped cold. But his lack didnt stop him from jumping back a bit, accidentally knocking over a vase, and frantically catching it before it shattered against the hard wood floor.
An accident he immediately attempted to play off as a rather odd form of Arian Cleaning. Though now, the time for cleaning was over. There was a guest to service. He quickly pulled off his apron, folding it quickly and sliding it into a nearby drawer, while depositing the broom in a hidden closet, as he took his station beside the door. He would wait patiently for it to open, so that he may greet the man with a formal, and yet kind.::
Good day, how may I be of service?
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 2:27 am
It had been so long that a thin layer of dust had settled upon the furniatuare: Walter, as dedicated as he was to his duties, did not seem the type to intrude into an occupied room simply to polish the nightstand. However, both the bed and the floorboards began to creak as Joshua stirred finally, climbing to the floor barefoot and half-naked, and heading directly for the door.
Everyone has an aura about them, every living thing that possesses energy, spirit, and life. There are thousands of different ways that they vary, and no two are identical aside from the rare occasion of spiritually linked twins. This man, Walter, had one of the most unusual that Joshua had encountered in his long travels, and it was very easy to tell that the tireless groundskeeper was just outside the door without any physical signs.
And so, Joshua began to speak even before reaching for the knob. "Man," he began, "I have news that might interest you."
He opened the door inwards, and paused for a moment to stare at the broken vase.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 8:05 am
::As humbly and yet as formally as possible Walter made a slight bow, taking the mans statement as a greeting. He didnt smile, or show any facial expression, but then again he hardly even did. Too much facial motion and his monacle would fall from his eye and ruin his formal look.
He did speak, as failing to do so would be rude. His voice always only a few levels above a whisper.::
Indeed sir, and what news might that be?
::He watched the mans eyes shift to the broken vase, and he did his damndest to hide the embarassed look on his face by faking a slight cough and using his gloved hand to cover his face.
All vases aside though, he was quite curious as to what news the man had attained in solitary confinement for so very long.::
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 12:48 am
"The..." Joshua began to speak, still looking at the vase, then raised his eyes to address the caretaker, resuming after a short pause, "...master of this house appears to have found a cure for death." That seemed to be the most consice way to put it, and as the demon pondered how to continue on with that statement, he came to realise that several months of meditation can make a mortal body very thirsty.
"...could I bother you for directions to the well?" he began again, completely changing topic and turning to the right down the hallway. "I must drown this thirst before I say more."
At a quick, but not hasty pace, Joshua continued down the hallway towards where he remembered a door to the courtyard had been, at least, as far as he could remember of the palace.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 9:09 am
themightyjello "The..." Joshua began to speak, still looking at the vase, then raised his eyes to address the caretaker, resuming after a short pause, "... master of this house appears to have found a cure for death." ::Now see. Should Walter have had that lovely vase in his hands again, it would surely have fallen the exact moment those words came from Joshua's mouth. Instead his eyes widened to the point that his monacle nearly fell from his eye and had to be caught and gently replaced as he stared dumbfounded for a moment.:: themightyjello "...could I bother you for directions to the well?" he began again, completely changing topic and turning to the right down the hallway. "I must drown this thirst before I say more." ::A very astute deduction that a subterranean island home wouldnt have a sewage system but rather a well, and a magical purification system for ocean water. Walter would have asked several questions about the previous revelation, but as Butler duty came first.:: Right this way.::Walter said as he led Joshua down the maze-like corridor making quite a few seemingly random turns before leading Joshua to what seemed to be a rather large pool a few hundred feet around with several pipes leading into it, and a strange grouping of violet twinkling lights dancing at its bottom.:: Here you are, sir.::Walter said in all formality trying his best to hold back any curious outbursts.::
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 4:03 pm
His Final Meanwhile...
The stars seemed as bright as ever and on a night more clear than most. The island almost seemed to blend into the night while rocking idly with and against the ocean current, almost as if it had claimed this spot for itself. A star fell from the sky and straight towards the island. Gradually getting brighter but smaller as it neared, the air became crisp and hard to swallow while sound seemed non-existent. The section of the island and sea met a light not even the sun could provide from its current distance. Yet the star met its unfortunate end a couple dozen feet above the islands surface. The air moistened and sound flew back on the winds...
Time contracted; it twisted and turned and maneuvered to the will of space, the stars, and one who broke the rules. A large hole distorted reality and time threw up. A young boy stepped out from the portal* and allowed it to seal. He gently fell from the sky and halted before touching the island's surface. He never touched the ground. Looking around he smiled his old childish smile; the smile of one who comes back to something familiar; the smile of loving innocence. He pushes back his dark brown hair, then reaches into a pouch at his waist, and pulls out a familiar opaque orb. For a split second it shone with all the brilliance a dramatic moment imbues a starburst with. So he dropped it; the sphere hit the ground exactly like a drop of water would and soaked into the island. Time torques one last time and another door opened; only on the other side was a world that could only be opened once. The boy stepped through, turned around, and waved as it closed before him. In it's wake grew an odd sort of flower, the midnight lotus, whose deep navy blue petals hid the secrets of the stars, and shone just as brightly, but blooms only when the night grows darkest.
And in a land of shadow, the stars in the petals revealed the constellations of heroes of the past.
...The wind blew in more that night, for not more than a familiar dozen feet off shore, a boat floats, and its captain, a light, sea faring man, ardently rows towards the island. His only problem was,
"Where to dock...?"
*Yes, portals are the anuses of the time space continuem.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 4:54 pm
Maximos Right this way.::Walter said as he led Joshua down the maze-like corridor making quite a few seemingly random turns before leading Joshua to what seemed to be a rather large pool a few hundred feet around with several pipes leading into it, and a strange grouping of violet twinkling lights dancing at its bottom.:: Here you are, sir.::Walter said in all formality trying his best to hold back any curious outbursts.:: Wasting only the time to find a container to lower into the pool, Joshua stood at the edge of it and drank the drawn water until it seemed almost surreal; scarsely believable that one man could drink so much at once. Finished, he dropped the pail to the ground and exhaled sharply; his chin, neck, and chest were soaked with the runoff from the bucket, but it made no difference to him. "...now, about your master..." he began, turning at once to address the poised and dignified groundskeeper, "he died. Some time ago, we both know this... his existence vanished from this world, his soul taken to the other side, and his influence upon this place no longer holds. He is cut off in every way from what we call life. Dead. And. Gone." Despite how this all contredicted his earlier statement, Joshua continued as if it were all the same anyways. "Though I saw him. No... felt him, at the Leviathan not long ago. I can assure you that he was more alive then than he had been the last time he lived. Maybe he's found a way to cheat the system... maybe he simply won favor in the afterlife. I don't know how he did, but he came back."
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