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| Risian | May 20 2009, 11:29 PM Post #1 |
Mage to you and me,
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A small town, that is where this will take place. A nowhere landmark on the journey to the town of bards, where so many interesting things can be found. Including bards, no doubt, who can be quite interesting on their own. So this place, this nowhere town, more of a village, more of a collection of houses than the other two to be somewhat clear, marks a stop not too frequented by those traveling to the, already mentioned but still that important, interesing town of bards. One lone traveller, well not really alone, a caravan is about three minutes behind him, he knows it, but he isn't really interested in them, even when one of them rides up to scout, comes to this collection of houses to rest for the night, little to know that the lives of these few, if need be boring, people of the homes and those merchants, would need his hand to survive. Not a bad choice of person to place your life into hands. He was a mage, young, at only 17, but still a mage, with the powers to prove it. His name was Risian, well its a nickname, his real one is much longer, but we won't go into that now. He paced himself down the cobble and dirt road that stretched the land across like a narrow gash from a scaple. Risian smiled sheepishly at this notion, as he has had many a knowlege about such, being a mage, and won't rest from a good study to get some proper rest. Yet through all those late night study times, he still remained to keep his boyish good looks, or so he, and some of the younger ladies, think. He still contained some dark lines under the eyes, and a scar from when a plague struck Avalon about a year ago. Other than those, he still managed to keep his lean, obsured as it was by a traveling cloak, figure. The young psionic mage, yes he has a bit of an ability to do things with his mind, scary thought eh, traversed into the town with no more a flourish than a paper blown in the wind, which he made a note to try to save. Never know what a papaer might hold. |
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| Claira | May 21 2009, 02:12 AM Post #2 |
A Path to Light
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A gentle breeze blew the dust in a whirlwind in front of her. Her bare feet padded lightly along the cool ground, dirt sticking to her feet. A black cloak covered her wings to a decent amount her skirt swirled about her legs as it swayed side to side with her hips. She had just arrived in this town earlier that day... well, about midnight... and was taking a short rest as to searching for her mother. She was near the entrance to the town, watching to see who was coming. The town seemed to hardly ever have visitors for as soon as the caravan was spotted everyone was making a very big deal over it. Claira spotted the caravans but ahead of them, not far ahead mind you but still ahead, there was a young man walking. Why was he walking all alone? She was merely alone because none of the villagers or townsfolk, whatever one wished to call them, would hang out with her merely because one of them had caught sight of the edge of her wings which had been momentarily revealed by the breeze. She stood there, watching him, pondering his reason for isolation.... |
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| Koralle | May 21 2009, 04:05 PM Post #3 |
More than carbon and chemicals.
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She was used to small towns like these. Nameless little villages in the midst of wilderness. Koralle never could remember the names of them. They were usually something with 'ville' in the name, or named after a landmark. The people were no different, folks with ordinary names and average occupation. In truth that was much how she preferred it, though she could never find any one of them to call home. And so as always, this was just another status of 'simply passing through.' Koralle did not expect anything to go any differently here. Of course as stories usually go, what she expected did not occur. Or what she wanted rather. All the same her trek into the nameless village among many nameless villages would soon turn. Well, into something she never found herself suited for. May yards ahead of the boy and the caravan, she rode horseback. The mud brown horse took a relaxed pace. All it wanted was a warm stall and a meal of hay and oats. Koralle on the other hand was finding it difficult to determine inn and stable from the rest of the town. And so it was that she now meandered aimlessly, unaware of the brother not far at her back. |
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| Risian | May 29 2009, 07:26 AM Post #4 |
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The young mage, now into town for a good five minutes, which is an eternity of time for a town as small as this, was setting off for the nearest inn, the afternoon was setting in, and he knew that he would never make it, even with the magic he knew, to the next village before nightfall. His footsteps padded along the dirt and dusty road down to what looked like two large barns converted into a makeshift tavern, appropreately named "The Rest Barn", some people just had no sense of naming objects. Risian chuckled lightly at the thought. He slipped passed a few giggling towngirls along his way, they both turning a bright shade of crimson red as he passed by and gave them a small flick of his hard, which constituted as a wave and hello. The girl quickly trodded away as he passed, still even more feverously giggling and chattering among themselves. Risian finally reached the two converted barns in no time, and after a couple of quick waves to a few passing townsfolk, and one irritably looking town gaurd, who gave him a kind of snort, as if to say "Your magic is no use for my spear", the man couldn't be too wrong on the subject, if the seventeen year old was not so nice as he was, the guard would have been twisted on the ground, missing chunks of his bloody corpse, even missing a limb or two. Risian smiled knowingly and walked passed the huffing burly man of a guard. He pushed the double doors open and stepped into the threashold of the barns. It was almost as he thought, hay covered the whole floor, and there was stairs to the upper rooms, with an implanted upper flooring and door to them that looked like it would have only belonged in a barn. There were tables scattered almost randomly around the room, and a makeshift fireplace on one side of the barn, looking out of place for the double cowholdings that served as the tavern. The other end of the tavern, opposite of the fireplace, was a wooden bar, and past that bar was an elderly looking man, the bartender. and of course, as all good bartenders seem to do, was cleaning a dirty glass that never seemed to change the amount of unnameable goo in the glass. There were several of the townsfolk in the tavern, all looking tired and almost sunburn, the fire place was not lit, of course. Harvest season was in full swing in the area, but the fire was not lit during the day. Risian walked up to the elderly, infinately dirty glass cleaning, thin and gaunt man at the bar. "I am looking to aquire a room for the night tonight, and would be ever so kindly of you to inform me of the price of one of your lodgings," Risian said with a smile, the kind that would make some more of the local girls swoon, or it would seem to, because the young tavern wench did just that for a brief moment, before slipping into the backroom of the barn, hiding her red face from sight, only to come out later when the transaction was over. "I don know abut all that fancy whoo haaack" The elderly man coughed up a bit of phlem from the back of his throat and spat the gooy green and brown lob of mucus and throat crust onto the straw floor behind the bar. "Donno abut all that whoo haw, but ifer look'n to gert a room, te price fer one of 'em is th'rty s'lvers 'nd a copp'r." Risian happily paid the man and walked off away from the grubby man and bar combo and took a seat in a corner of the room, restinf his feet. No more than three minutes that he was resting there that the young tavern girl server some how appeared at his side with a tray and a blush. "H-hello there s-sir, is there, there anything I-I can ger y-you?" She stammered through her tray, looking like a girl watching a parade of the Avalon's Most Sexiest Knight winners. Risian flashed a knowing smile that made her turn more red and burry her face up to her eyes in the tray. "Yes, I would like a bottle of your finest wine, full bottle, unopened please, and a glass preferably that has never been in his hands." He pointed discretely at the old man at the bar, now trying to get the impossibly everlasting hunk, of what ever the hell it was, off the bar. The girl just nodded shyly and almost sprinted off to the backroom, leaving the seventeen year old mage to his smile... |
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| Koralle | May 29 2009, 10:35 AM Post #5 |
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More than carbon and chemicals.
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It seemed forever until she'd found an inn. But at last a village girl directed her to the least likely of places. A large converted barn was the only place with open rooms. Though from the way the girl had said it, it was also the only inn. Koralle too found a place to stable her horse. The hound however, would not remain hidden in the dark for long. And so at last, she paid the stable master and helped the boy working there in removing Rich's saddle. While leaving the stalls and riding gear, she hoisted her travel supplies over one shoulder, exiting into the street. Silently did the hellhound stride up beside her, his presence immediately causing distrustful looks and nervous glances her way. Koralle was used to such reactions however,and simply offered a brief smile to those who lingered their gazes on her too long, and continued walking. Arriving at the inn, they passed an annoyed looking guard and several villagers. The guard made to halt her path but, with a glance given the the horned hound, thought better of it. He muttered something to her along the lines of 'keep that thing on a leash, girl'. Koralle ignored him and continued on. She doubted that Levi would let even her put any sort of restraint upon him. Ever since her father had rescued the hound from a cage, he'd never been confined again. With a brief glance about the bustling tavern, she noticed that despite its making, it was quite ... normal. For a tavern that is anyway. Stepping past people, most of which gave her a considerable berth at the sight of the hound. Making short work of the path between the door and the bar, she shifted her gear to the other shoulder. With some difficulty she managed to get the old tender's attention, what with all the people around vying for drinks. He gave her a skeptical look before pointing at the hound. "That an'mal betta not mess up the room." Koralle nodded, taking the dirty room key from him. She knew better than to bother explaining to him, it wasn't like he'd see past the hound's appearance anyway. Placing the key in her pocket, she took a seat in one of the surrounding tables. Dropping her gear in the opposite chair with a loud thud and clank of cookware, the hound took residence under the table. Before a server had arrived to take care of food and drink, a familiar voice resounded from nearby. Turning quickly in her chair, she was greatly surprised to find just how familiar it was. A blushing serving maid came over with a glass and a bottle of wine. Catching the girl halfway, she took the bottle from her. Motioning for quiet as she gestured towards Risian, she'd head to him with it. Leaving the girl to stare in confusion, Koralle walked slowly to Risian's back. As she set the full bottle down on the table in front of him, she leaned over his shoulder. Taking on a teasing tone, she held the bottle just out of his reach. "So this is where you've been hiding Ris? Run off to drink and flirt with pretty waitresses?" Edited by Koralle, May 29 2009, 11:33 AM.
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| Claira | May 29 2009, 01:45 PM Post #6 |
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Claira had rolled her eyes at the girls who had watched him and walked straight to the tavern where she was automatically given honey ale since she already had a room and had been here for a night or two. She was staring into it, seeing her reflection in its surface as she looked up to see the guy she saw earlier standing there. She rolled her eyes at the girl who left him giggling and looked back to her cup. In the hot air of the inn her cloak felt suffocating, but she dreaded taking it off. Such things were not what she wished to do especially in front of all of the people here.... although the townsfolk had learned her secret she didn't want others to know as well. But the heat was smothering.... oh well, the heat was too much. Claira untied the string holding her cloak on and let it fall into the seat behind her. She was happy to be sitting in a darker corner where she was less likely to be noticed.... or it was darker, until some guy came and lit the candle near her. The light from the flame was cast onto her wings, and even though they were a bit dusty, they still seemed to gleam in the light. She moved her chair some, hoping to evade the light but it didn't work. A voice in her head told her not to shy from it, she was a angel of God and that was what mattered, nothing else... Claira spotted a girl walk over to the strange boy and found herself curious. No girl from town would dare do such a thing... all were raised to be shy, or close to it anyway... |
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| Risian | May 29 2009, 04:06 PM Post #7 |
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Thinking of his last studious adventures into the realm of books once again at the avalon library, the young mage closed his eyes. Swimming before the closed lids held spell components, jestures, and other various ideals that sprout from delving into tome after tome of books on magic. Risian was a scholar mage, not some battle thirsty evoker, no, he prefered to learn and test new spells. Don't underestimate him though, in a battle, he could hold his own, and unmistakenly well for a boy no older than eightteen. He had traversed many of Avalon's many areas, from libraries, to ancient ruins and beyond. Yet the past always catches up to the boy, and in about five seconds, the most, and undoubtebly important, influential figure of his life was about to lean over and throw teasing words deep in his ear. Risian didn't to turn around to know the voice of his older, and the one who adopted him, sister. Risian's family was killed by a fire when he was only fifteen, and as a mark of pity, Koralle, his future sister, had taken him under her wing. Risian was suprised, at first, and only for a brief second. He was not expecting her to come through, or even see her for a while. Nothing bad was between them, he had just departed after a nasty episode involving a demon. They met occasionally, and even spent time together as siblings, but in the end, Risian and Koralle always left their seperate ways, knowing they would meet up again. Risian never doubted it, Koralle could survive on her own, as could he. Though it never hurt for her to have that hellhound and horse with her, those were added bonuses to her pallet, as all the mage had was his spells, and a sharp mind. He had stopped from using this very magic when he recognized the voice, after the split second shock. "Who is hiding, I may say?" Risian asked, sarcastic venom dripping from his voice, not bothering to turn around, "Surely one would brand me as some drunkard vagabond, groping women at my delight. How rude," Risian flicked his wrist and the bottle of sweetly looking red wine slid across the table and infront of him. "That you for bringing my wine, I must say, all the tavern maids are so polite and helpful." Risian smiled broadly and mischeviously, he was pushing her buttons, and he knew it. "Though the orders would be followed better, I should say," With that a wine glass, cleanest one they had, neatly packed into a crate with some fifty others, and imported straight from Avalon City, flew from it resting spot and into the lad's hand. "Though no one ever complains about some wine, in fact it' good for you as well, or so say the medical mages. Wouldn't you say, sister Koralle?" He cocked his head towards her an smiled. His long windedness usually got people pissed, save for some of thos friends and family, and the only family he had was right behind him... Edited by Risian, May 29 2009, 04:07 PM.
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| Koralle | May 30 2009, 05:59 PM Post #8 |
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More than carbon and chemicals.
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Koralle had long since decided that fate deemed it necessary for her never to stay in one place for long. And always for her to part ways with those she cared about the most. But she was consoled in the fact that Risian knew how to take care of himself. Both of their lives had their rough patches, but at the very least, they always met again. She enjoyed their times together, and wished she could stay with him longer. But it seemed this was never meant to be for very much time. So she would relish this chance when it was presented to her. "You've always been such a trouble maker." She teased, moving the bottle just out of his reach again. "And drinking at such an age! Little brother you've been away from my guidance for far too long. To be taking up habits such as these." Leaning again at his shoulder, she would shift her position to hug him round the neck with one arm. "Always the show off." Was her remark in response to the telekinetic movement of the glass. She had since gotten used to the fact that he had the ability. In truth she even had a bit of it herself. But using it caused her more harm than good generally and she did not have near the same amount of control. Magic had never been her strong suit anyways though. Walking around to the other side of the table, she set the bottle down in its center. "Well. I don't know much about that." Her gear would be left at the table she'd claimed earlier just because she did not feel like moving it about. And besides, the hound was over there too and none will approach the empty seat. "So. What have you been up to little Ris?" |
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| Risian | Jul 21 2009, 09:47 PM Post #9 |
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Risian smiled at her as she dangled his order of red wine in front of him. They were, if not by blood, then by heart, siblings. The teen mage rolled his eyes as his big sister Koralle teased him about drinking. He wasn't an alcoholic, but he did enjoy the taste of a good wine, especially after a long journey, on foot. Risian wondered if there was ever going to be suitable steed for him to ride, so he wouldn't have to continue this blasted walking. That made Risian smirk lightly, him, charging at an enemy on a horse, blasting spells in front of him, watching the man quake and run with fear as the mage charged at him. Risian shook the boyish thoughts from his head and looked back at his sister. "I like a good bottle now and then, yes," Risian said, with an air of sophistication. "it calms one after such a harsh road behind him, and more ahead." He accepted her hug in the drudging way a younger sibling would. He liked his sister, she was there for him, and took care of him when his parents died in the fire in Avalon city. Even if they were not bound by blood, she did unofficially adopt him, he felt as though they were, and probably wouldn't say to the contrary. He felt though, that he might be almost substituting for someone else in her life, perhaps someone she lost. He got that feeling sometimes, and wondered about it at night on his journeys, when the thought came up. Risian also tore this thought from his mind's eye and watched as she set the bottle down, and took the seat next to him. He reached slowly, smiling at her with an air of defiance, and picked up the bottle of red fermented grapes, also called wine, and poured himself a portion in the glass. He also poured, with a glass that he had gotten from the same crate, quite the same way too, a glass for his bigger sister, and slid it over to her. "I've been exploring some of the ruins around the lands, most have some interesting knowledge of the history of the land." These explorations were for scientific and magical study and knowledge. As a mage, he thought it his goal to learn the mysteries of the known and unknown world, as well as the mulitverse, damn if he was only an elf, he could spend a lot more time learning these mysteries. Risian took a small sip, almost as if to annoy his big sister. "So, what brings you out thi..." Risian didn't get to finish his question, as in a split second the tavern was thrown into chaos. A man busted through the door, his sweat dripping freely from his brow, and a crude blade in his hand. "go-goblins... raiding... now... help please!" The man rasped then collapsed onto a table, spewing beer all over the patron's of the table, Three arrows protruding from his back. The cause of those arrows became clear and it felt as if time slowed down for a second, and Risian looked at Koralle with a semi-shocked, semi-prepared look on his face, as seven goblins swept into the bar suddenly, four held shortblades and small shields, as three held arrows. The three immediately noticed Risian's robes, and discerned him correctly as a magic user. Risian saw this fact spread over their faces, as they notched their bows. Risian instantly flipped the table over on it's side, sending the quite delicious wine over the floor, and pulled himself and Koralle behind it, as two arrows sunk into the wood, and another bounced off the wall behind them... |
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| Koralle | Jul 26 2009, 07:11 PM Post #10 |
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She didn't drink often, and when she did it was barely a glass. As far as she knew she had a good enough tolerance for the stuff. But she never liked to press her luck. Getting comfortable in her chair, she watched him. It was true that she had latched on to him so easily because, at the time of their meeting, she had just recently lost a brother by blood. Three, in fact, and her parents. And he slightly reminded her of her youngest brother, though Risian was a good few years older. Still she was ... used, to playing the big sister role. Very few had she people close enough to treat in such a manner. But bring a sister was something she could never shake. There was a reason she never spoke of her own tragedies. They were her own, there was no point in forcing someone else to pity or to even hear of such unpleasant ends. Her seeing the events had been enough, and there were secrets she would keep as her own forever. In a childish gesture she stuck her tongue out at him. "Lil boys should listen to their big sisters you know." But she would not take the bottle from him again. Now that she was here, she could keep an eye on him to make sure he did not divulge in too much wine. Listening to his talk of ruins with quiet interest, she nodded slightly. Though she had little knowledge or study in Avalon's history, she'd always enjoyed the lore. It was no different than the stories her father used to tell, she supposed. Before she could answer her brother's next query, a great commotion broke out amongst the tavern. Well, that's how it always went, it seemed. Her hand had already dropped to her sword and the hound was at her side as she threw her chair back to stand. She was about to call out a warning to the tavern in full when Risian turned their table into a make shift shield. A foreign curse would slip from her lips as she drew her katana from her side. "Levi, zurück." She called the hound back, and it stepped behind the table with them. "Got any bright ideas, Ris?" |
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