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 Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 9:41 pm
A small but adequately sized island. The sands are silky smooth and warm year-round. On one side of the island, they are black from the volcanic ash that had once formed the island while the other side has been worn to a nearly white-grey with the sand that the waves carry from the mainland and created by the creatures of the sea.
This tropical island is home to a variety of birds, monkeys, and other wildlife as well. There is a large tree-house with all of your usual homey accommodations located in the center of the island and usually contains a ranger or two who keeps the island clean, in order, and helps Island visitors stay safe.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 10:16 pm
{Enter Ze Porath}
Porath stomped onto the beach of the boat he had just bought, now confident that he wouldn't be disturbed by anything except that which he had came here for. His eyes flared white briefly as he located a sprawling wind spirit. "You there, wind, come here, I have a favor to ask" Porath called out, doing his best to sound cheerful. It wasn't something he did well. But the wind spirit came nonetheless, driven by curiosity of a favor of a human. "I want you to go beyond your great winds boundaries and bring me a storm spirit. It's urgent business and the like. And I want to speak with him alone, no other wind spirits around alright? Don't worry he won't be in your territory long I assure you." Porath said smiling. The wind spirit flew off, blissfully unaware he was assisting the man Ollor himself had outlawed. While it was away Porath dug into he sand and buried the whip portion of his new whip in the sand so that only the handle and it's gaping hollow portion was sticking up. Then Porath patiently waited until the large storm cloud rolled in above him, condensed itself into a small orb and sunk to his eye-level.
Porath waited until all the other winds within miles of them were gone before saying anything. And when he did, it was all smiles and conspiratorial whispers that wind spirits found irresistible. "I have a favor to ask you, and it involves a lot of mischief on you part against the great wind here in this boundary." Porath didn't need his new eyesight to see that the wind spirit was intrigued. And why wouldn't it? It's a simple minded creature that only lives for mischief and blowing hot air around, occasionally spitting some lightning around. I'm about to give it purpose. "What I want you do is wait in this little container here until I give the signal, then you're going to unleash the biggest storm you can on the town, all the fault gets put on him. He could get demoted and someone has to take his place, possibly even you. What do you say?" The spirit couldn't get started fast enough and was already trying to cram its way into the handle, but couldn't get enough of itself inside. Porath tsked "Such a shame, can't fit in by yourself? I could help that if you like, if your willing. All it would take is just some exertion of my will to push you down inside. It'll only be for a moment, what's a little momentary discomfort to an eternity as a great wind?" While the gullible storm wind had some reservations about relinquishing its will to a human, it inevitably conceded.
Porath withdrew himself into his mind and focused his will on stretching outwards until it brushed past the will of the wind spirit, where his mood increased once he realized exactly how powerful a storm wind he had managed to sucker into helping him. Then with his will, he slowly encircled the wind and began to squeeze, until the wind spirit cried out in pain, condensed as it was to the size of a golf ball. He then guided the ball into his whip's handle and slammed the cap on top it, wrapping it quickly with yards of thick strong leather. Keeping a hold as he was on the spirit's will, he could feel its terror increasing as it realized what was happening. Arcs of lightning began to leak out of the handle and into the sand. With a feral smile, Porath yanked the whip out of the sand and watched as lightning arced the eight foot length with a hissing crackle.
He coiled up the whip, chuckling at the stupidity of wind spirits. Once done he examined the hilt of his new whip, frowning at the haphazard covering leather, but he had Tarvainth's fire to assist him with the welding and entrapment of his new weapon. He permitted himself a real smile, a smile feral enough to be at home on a ravenous wolf, as he imagined his revenge on the water mage and fire elemental who injured him, and reveled in the thrill of having a new toy to test out on the newest dragon he had acquired. He kept that smile even he made the long boat trip back and the longer hike back up to the mountain.
{Exit Porath to Dragon Cave}
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