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« Reply #120 on: June 23, 2009, 03:40:23 AM »

At first Roosje was too excited about being reunited with her mount to pay much attention to what was going on. She had no idea that the fire had gone quite as far as it had, though she did notice the downpour and the subsequent drying, which happened quite a lot faster than it should, leaving herself and Inuya rather warm and comfortable (even if the fox's fur did stand out a bit). The Brownie followed the others, though she didn't really realise what was happening while she was scratching Inuya's special spot.

It was only when she heard a voice inside of her head that she jumped up to find that they had reached some kind of burned-out glade. She watched it with open mouth - had the fire really been this bad? And where did that voice come from? It said it was Capher, but Capher wasn't here... or was he? Roosje's eyes widened and her mouth dropped even more when she connected the human-sized dragon with Capher. All she could do was nod her head that she had understood him, though she didn't even know if he had his attention on her to see her nod. Ah well, better to show him she understood by doing what he had asked, anyway.

Nudging Inuya, she made her careful way over the charcoal until the red fox reached the bedroll where Ta'las had put Terra. Roosje was never any good trying to help set up camp, too small to be of any use, but at least she could show Ta'las that she was worried about Terra too - even if she was more worried about him, after Capher's explanation. Still, she tried to act as she would if Terra was really still cold and wet, though she wasn't entirely sure how that was. She let Inuya settle close to Terra's cheek, so that the soft animal fur stroked her face with each breath the fox took. Then Roosje climbed up on Terra's arm and started tucking in the blanket even better than Ta'las had done, even if it was not really necessary, considering the care he had put into covering the woman. Still, she wanted to do *something* to feel useful, a feeling she always had around the time they set up camp.
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« Reply #121 on: June 24, 2009, 06:45:27 AM »

Terra begins to stir ever so slightly under the blanket tucked around her, the warmth spirred by Caphers magic finally sinking into her chilled core and rousing her from her heavy sleep. Her body though is still to heavy and stiff to sit up or open her eyes, noises around her are a mere inaudible murmer. Try as she might she can not drive the heavy wait of the long enforced sleep from her mind or body, nor has the dry warmth sunk deep enough into her to drive away the last of the cold chill in her. Still she repeats to herself, "I must wake up. I can't let the cold win.".

This had been a different cold though, it was not exposure to icy winds, nor had she awaken rested in such cold. She had been exhausted from the battle and then the struggle to stay afloat on whatever she could cling to, the cold came from the water and penetrated through her armor, saturating it and her body. The struggle to cling to floating debris did not help warm her, nor did she have enough strength left when she made it to shore to do any more than draw her head above the tide.

Slowly though she could feel herself wake, the weight lift, the warmth driving away the chill still lingering in her.
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« Reply #122 on: June 25, 2009, 09:36:33 PM »

The being wearing the cloak seems to be deep in thought when Ami gets to him, and she feels almost guilty when her words startle him out of his reverie, then immediately defiant - they really did need to warm people up.  She jumped to work at his words, only realising moments after that she hadn't actually heard them with her ears.  But she had heard them.  Ami turned to look back as she was reaching the others to see fire roaring out of   She drops down on the floor with her arms over her head.  Well, for a few moments at least, until her curiosity overcomes her fear and she sneaks a look at the action.  Flames rush upwards from the branches and trees around her and Ami feels the heat from her position. 

Then, almost as suddenly, it stops and rain begins to pour down from the sky instead and she is as wet as she was when she came out of the river.  It is the cloaked not-quite-man, it must be, and from the way he held the staff it seems as if it was coming from there too.  Who had she found?  Who were these people?  As she began to get up she noticed that her clothes were dry too, as instantly as the rain had started and the fire had stopped.

She smiles a little nervously at Tal'as's words and follows the small group to another patch of soot-covered grass.  To be honest, this wasn't what she looked for a clearing really, but maybe these people wanted soot for some reason?  She waits patiently whilst the man took Terra off his beast, Deset Rose he had called it and lays her down on the ground before him.  Ami watches, confused but not wanting to say anything, until the cloaked figure's voice sounded in her mind once again. Then she wants to say too much, but isn't sure how to phrase it so that it wouldn't disrupt whatever healing Tal'as had to go through. How did he know what she could do for starters?  How could he possibly know when she barely knew herself? Still, that man did need help.  Could she really justify leaving him without it just because she was getting a bit freaked out by his friend?

Going over to where Tal'as is standing, she gently takes his hand, hoping he won't pull away and smiling and emitting as calm an aura as she can, begins to attempt to work her magic.  She pushes the worries and bad thoughts to the back of her mind, breathing slowly and listening to the soothing sound of the gentle waves on the shore.  She reaches out for the other hand, hoping he will take that too.
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« Reply #123 on: June 30, 2009, 11:39:24 AM »

Ta'las smiles back at the young woman - he has not met and Azhorhrian before, and there are as many different ways of greeting someone new as there are tribes, so he accepts what he thinks the greeting is, for the moment.  "I uh - hello.  I - huh?"  Then, however, he begins to feel a sense of calm wash over him, and something like an ocean tide.  He sees her reach out other hand, and briefly he considers disengaging from her, but the sound of the ocean waves is very compelling, and reminds him of his mother-sister.

The Shendar looks around at the group - something in their eyes tells him that something is wrong, and he wonders if he has been acting strangely again.  However, the presence of the evil sorceror - the one who would have him murder Capher - is no longer there in his mind.  Just this sense of calm.  When he takes Aminah's other hand, a sense of peace like he has not felt since leaving the Vale washes over him.  Briefly, he feels an urge to open himself to his Second Reality, but this is neither the time nor the place.
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« Reply #124 on: July 01, 2009, 06:00:13 AM »

Capher watched with interest as Aminah first took one of Ta'las's hands and he saw Ta'las's face lose its worry lines, tight knit brows and skin around his mouth to a calm and when Aminah took his other hand Ta'las's face seemed so peaceful, it looked liked it was in a meditative state. Capher was pleased. Aminah's powers were working. Now it was his turn.

Capher thought about approaching the two but decided against it. It may break the tenous bond that Aminah has with Ta'las at the moment. Capher decided to just speak to Ta'las. Ta'las, this is Capher. Please listen to what I have to say and do not become alarmed. The cold of the river has somehow affected your mind. We are not in a grassy grove. Do you not remember I accidently burned some of the forest? You have put Terra on sooty ground and the wood you are trying to start a fire with is crumbling dust. Believe me when I tell you these things. Try, with Aminah's help to see the truth of what I am telling you.

That was all Capher could do, now it was up to Ta'las himself along with Aminah's help.
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« Reply #125 on: July 02, 2009, 05:00:46 AM »

Things are not right, nothing is right. Ta'las has wanted to lead us to a clearing to rest and has stopped in the part of the forest which Capher has just burned down. Why? And now this unknown, strange woman is holding his hands as if she knows him from his childhood! Who is she and what does she want?

Talia sits unhappy on the ground and watches the group. Terra starts to stir, Roosje and her fox is near her as well and Talia considers going over to them also, but somehow her body doesn't move. Staring at Ta'las and the woman she suddenly feels jealousy, but wonderes herself why. She has never had the feeling towards Terra.

Oh Baveras, why is life so complicated.

She puts her head on her knees , not trying to watch anything and just waits for whatever would come next. Her aj'nuvic is restless as well, shaking its head and scrabbling in the dusty ash.

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« Reply #126 on: July 08, 2009, 07:39:42 PM »

Two days ago a cart, fairly old and worn looking, has left Ximax with the destination Caelum. It is looking, as if it has undergone some repairs lately, the greying wood of the side-walls has new, light marks, where a new canvas out of leather, spread over some wooden bows out of willow, was freshly fixed to it to provide some shelter from rain or wind. As the canvas covers all sides, a look inside is not possible, but one wonders what could still be in there, for various objects like pans, plates, mugs and other tools for repairing things and some bags are hanging along the outside, clanking and rattling while the cart moves along.

The horse which is pulling the cart is a good fit - it is as grey as the cart and as worn, though a considerable amount of strength seems still to be in it. Sharp tongues claim, that a baneg must have been one of its ancestors, because it s back is so broad and its head looks weird. But otherwise it is thin, rawboned, stronger  and more persevering than expected. His back is sacking, but its legs are strong.  The hair is scrubby and its mane shaggy,  but it is grey, overall dark grey, just the mane and tail is of a lighter shade.

And so it is called „Grey“ by his owner, an old man, who is currently driving his cart towards the ferry over the Dorashi river. The Shivering Woods lie already behind him, which heightens his mood, for this strange forest did never please him. If the horse named ‚Grey‘ harmonises with the (older parts of) the cart, the more does the man match his horse.

Grey are all his clothes, dark grey his pants, a slightly lighter grey has its hooded robe, which he cut to a length just  under his knees. A rope serves as belt, he has various pouches with useful things hanging from it. He says, his hair is silvery, and so he needs only something white to have all colours he likes most: silver, grey and white. For this purpose he carries a piece of cloth with him, nearly the size of a ped in each direction, a blow-rag, which he uses frequently. Sandals grey with dust and bleached by the sun complement his clothes, summer as in winter, what he wears underneath his robe nobody has seen yet.

He is a rawboned, thin, but sinewy old man.  His nose is protruding a bit more than he liked when he was young, his ears have starting growing again with the coming age as well, his eyes lie like grey lakes on a rainy day deep in his wrinkled face . They are accentuated by the nice dark tan of his skin which he has required through former voyages and his recent travels. His lips are thin, but they seem  to smirk somehow all time. Most times. Not when his eyes take on a stormy color, should he be upset. To his despair his hair has lost its former glory, and though he is not bald by any means, it gets thin on top of his head. But nevertheless, it is thick enough to allow soft silvery grey curls to fall on his shoulders.

But there is a bright spot on this cart as well. Next to the old man sits a girl of around eleven, though her age is not easily to tell. Red curly hair frames a little pretty looking round face, her skin colour is  of a healthy tan, though it seems not to be very clean and so what is really sunburned or dirt is not to be judged easily. Especially around her mouth traces of the meals of today can be seen which melt easily with the freckles on her nose and cheeks. But her huge green eyes let you forget the dirt in her face. Under a blanket which covers her shoulders she wears, with the grace of a princess, a dress which might have been green once. Her feet are lost in boots which look warm, but are definitely too big for her small stature. Currently she is very cheerful and charms the old man next to her with her laughter and jokes, while they drive along the road to Caelum, only a few strals away from the ferry.

Hiero, do you know, what‘s the difference between a kuato and a cart?“

„No, of course not, my sunspark, was is it? Tell me!“

The girl giggles before she answers, leaning towards him and searching the warmth of his company: „The kuato runs up trees and the cart is made out of trees as well!“ She giggles even more, if that is possible and Hiero only shakes his head in amusement. In the distance strange noises could be heard, the screaming of men and beasts alike, but as the old man has problems with hearing well and the girl is distracted, they go unnoticed.

Until suddenly the world in front of them, the trees of the forest they are travelling through burst into flames. This is no natural, slowly beginning fire, but a tremendous assault towards the forest and its inhabitants. From whom? Only a mage could possibly do something like this, a Ximaxian mage, a damned Ximaxian mage, the old man thinks.

The horse shys at the fire, but the old man reigns it in with firm hand and brings it to a stop. Then he stands, hands high in the air in a wide posture and calls:

„Grothar, you almighty god of the weather, I call for you help, send water from the sky so that this evil fire will  be expunged from the earth to your eternal glory!“

And to his surprise, it works, Grothar has heard his prayers and now a very heavy rainfall is soaking all, the forest, the old man, the girl and the horse, though the horse is more used to it, than  its humans. Hiero sinks back on his seat in wonder‚ Grothar has forgiven me whatever I have done wrong long ago , all my doubts...

„Hiero, Hiero, it has worked!!!! Grothar has listened to me! I imagined a huge wall of water falling down on that fire and he did it, he did it! I didn‘t even pray, I just wished it! But it worked!“

Hiero‘s joy and pride falters, is put out like the fire before them. So it was not his prayer which extinguished the fire, but the wish of his young apprentice. So young and already this powerful - and close to his god. With a little smile, trying to look not too disappointed, he takes the girl in his arms, wet as they are both. He wants to say something, but he can‘t.

And then things get even stranger, more frightening. They dry up, all dries up without no reason, the clothes, the horse, the cart. Magic, damned Ximaxian magic. Who is out there? Who is so irresponsible to do such big magic and hurt the normal beings and violates their right to a normal, undisturbed life?

It may well be the disappointment which drives the normally merry old man into rage. He does not consider, that such a mage might not be pleased to be disturbed by an ex-cleric of Grothar. He sets out to find this man. He does not have to drive for a long time. After a stral or so, a huge tree  blocks the road and he has to stop. But not far from the road he sees a movement and determined to bring the mage to justice, he jumps from the cart and goes towards the people, the girl unnoticed by him follows him.

He sees a group of people gathering in what might have once that nice clearing near the road. One woman is lying on the ground, another sitting with her head on the knees, a third, strangle dressed holding the hands of a strangely dressed warrior. Apart from two horses even stranger looking animals are standing aimlessly around, and a red fox!?!  But he doesn‘t really notice them, he only sees a hooded man sitting on burned log, holding a staff in his hands. That has to be the culprit!

And he goes near that figure, outraged, and stirs with his own walking stick, pocking the man-like figure.


„What do you think who you are? Setting a whole forest on fire and using evil magic to dry things up in an uncontrolled way! Have you not learned at Ximax, that you shall not disturb the nature! That you should use your magic with care, and only for the good of the people? What for an irresponsible guy are you? Go back to your towers and stay there!“



The girl who had followed the old man slightly plucks at is sleeves. Unwillingly he shakes off her hand.

Go away Mimi, this is not your business, you could be hurt.“

But Mimi continues to twitch his sleeve, but this time she whispers.

„Hiero, don‘t you see, that is no man, that is a .. big lizard!“



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« Reply #127 on: July 09, 2009, 04:11:27 AM »

Capher sat on the burned log waiting anxiously for Ta'las to say or do something. Aminah was doing her part for when Capher spoke to Ta'las he felt her magic upon Ta'las and it even affected him for as long as he was in touch with Ta'las's mind.

Suddenly there was movement behind him and a gravelly voice yelling. „What do you think who you are? Setting a whole forest on fire and using evil magic to dry things up in an uncontrolled way! Have you not learned at Ximax, that you shall not disturb the nature! That you should use your magic with care, and only for the good of the people? What for an irresponsible guy are you? Go back to your towers and stay there!“

Capher paused, thinking. If he turned and faced this man the man would see a dragon instead of who he thought he was yelling at which sounded liked he thought Capher was a Ximaian mage. Which under the circumstances that this man had probably just gone through; the fire, the rain and then the drying up, was understandable. Capher really had no idea of the powers of Ximainian mages, nor did he care for them as they were strangers to magic; they learned magic, whereas Capher and some others, like the Brownies were born with magic inside them. The only reason they were going to Ximax was because of the supposedly Orb that would help him recover his full powers.

He heard the man say something to someone, "Go away Mimi, this is not your business, you could be hurt.“

There was a pause and then he heard a girlish voice say, „Hiero, don‘t you see, that is no man, that is a .. big lizard!“

Capher almost chuckled except for the fact that he could hear fear with a slight slice of awe in the girl's voice. It was that fear that made Capher's decision for him. He did not turn and look at the two behind him and hoped that Talia, who had seemed to have lost her cheerfulness and optimisum, was sitting on the ground with her head on her knees would say something. There was no one else except Roosje and would those two be afraid of her as well? Not many have seen a Brownie and especially a pure white one! Though the way the man spoke, it would seem that he knew somethings, since he seemed to know something about magic and how it should be used. That was the most curious thing about the man, Capher thought.

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« Reply #128 on: July 09, 2009, 11:49:58 AM »

Ta'las is still lost deep in thought when Capher's voice speaks into his mind.  The sound of his friend speaking inside him is enough to jar him from his contemplation, though Capher's words shock him.  What does he mean, by sooty ground?  The clearing here is a green meadow surrounded by tall trees-  And then another enters the clearing - or rather two others enter the clearing - an old man and a young girl with red hair, who almost looks like Terra, except that the girl's hair is curly.  And then he looks at the woman standing in front of him, as if he has never seen her before.

Why am I holding her hands?

And then it dawns on him that the air around him smells like burnt wood.  It is a smell he remembers from his early days as a scout, when he had come upon a village that had been burnt to the ground, and nothing remained but the blackened shells of several small houses.  He lets go of Aminah's hands as the clearing comes into focus and he sees things for what they are - the ground and the trees around them are black and dead - burned by fire, though it does not look like any fire he has ever seen.

"Sorceror's fire," he whisperes to himself, and then recalls the time they came upon the clearing where the others had fought the demon that had nearly killed Talia and Lady Terra.

"Lady Terra!" he gasps, as he notices her lying in the soot for the first time.  He kneels down to pick her up.
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« Reply #129 on: July 10, 2009, 02:56:11 AM »

Terra's eyes heavily slide open as arms slide beneath her, through the disorientation of such a long sleep she can tell from the way his arms are under her that the fuzzy form over her must be Ta'las. The smell of ash and soot fill her nostrils and so she stiffly turns her head trying to focus her eyes. They fall upon a robed figure on a log with a staff as they finally begin to come into focus, the face of the figure makes her gasp in start before her mind can begin to put it all together.

She takes note of the unfamiliar man and girl behind the figure, but something failure keeps her attention on him as the takes in every carving on the staff, every stitch of the cloak before looking back to Ta'las with a questioning look.

"Capher?"

She asks as she stiffly begins to sit herself up.
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« Reply #130 on: July 10, 2009, 03:22:35 AM »

When Roosje was done tucking Terra in, she stood for a moment leaning against the woman's chin, considering what to do next. Ta'las and Aminah were holding hands, part of the instructions that Capher had given, and the dragon himself was intently facing them both, though Roosje could not hear what he was 'thinking' to them, since it was only directed at the two humans and not at anyone else in the group. Talia was sitting down, apparently not paying attention to anyone. So naturally, when a rickety cart drawn by a grey horse moved towards them, the Brownie's natural curiosity took over, and she climbed up on Inuya to take a closer look.

Out came a just as crickety old man, who purposefully strides over to Capher and starts prodding him with a walking stick. Roosje urged Inuya closer, trying to hear what he was saying, but it just confused her. Did the Storyteller even have a tower? Ah well, he might, she was discovering every day that what her people told about the Storyteller was not even close to what he really was.

The next thing she heard made more sense though. A girl had joined the old man to point out that he was actually poking a big lizard. Roosje had Inuya trot around to where she could see the old man's face, wanting to see his reaction. She didn't think that she might attract the attention of either of them - they seemed too intent on Capher to pay much attention to anything else, especially something as small as she was.
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« Reply #131 on: July 18, 2009, 01:52:32 PM »

Relief is evident in Talas' feaetures as Terra regains consciousness and speaks Capher's name.  The Shendar is still embarassed for mistaking the soot in the clearing for a grassy meadow.  He looks to Capher, awaiting his friend's response to these newest arrivals, and whispers quietly to Terra.  "Our friend is showing even more signs of change, as the elves of the Quallian had predicted.  We must reach Ximax soon."  As he spoke those last words, Ta'las shivers.  For once, he is looking forward to the comfort of an inn - the events of the last couple of days have greatly weakened him, but the Shendar refuses to show it.
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« Reply #132 on: July 23, 2009, 06:31:28 AM »

Talia is lost in thoughts, she is far , far away in a land where the winds are warm and the smell of water means life, not being wet and cold. She waits for things to come and go, and maybe finally they will be in an inn, in a bed, safe. For a moment she thinks she should go over to the still unconscious Terra, but she doesn‘t find the energy to get up, to do anything. Roosje is with her, and surely that woman will look after her and Ta‘las. Ta‘las, he should not be here, he should be back home in the Raház-Dáth, guide people unknown paths, gamble his fortune away in a night - all would be better than this.

But suddenly she is pulled out of her mental absence - someone is railing at Capher and she looks up!

„What do you think who you are? Setting a whole forest on fire and using evil magic to dry things up in an uncontrolled way! Have you not learned at Ximax, that you shall not disturb the nature! That you should use your magic with care, and only for the good of the people? What for an irresponsible guy are you? Go back to your towers and stay there!“

To her surprise she sees an old, grey-bearded man pocking Capher with a stick and scolding him! And next to him a red-haired girl, telling him, that Capher is no human, but a lizard! A lizard! Talia nearly chuckles.

In a first impulse she wants to get up to defend her friend, but then sinks back, for Capher is surely able to fend for himself. Somehow the situation has a funny aspect and Talia is watching what might come.
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« Reply #133 on: July 23, 2009, 06:47:56 AM »

„Hiero, don‘t you see, that is no man, that is a .. big lizard!“

The old man blinks at the words from the little girl. A lizard? A lizard???

Hieronimus Kupfdrubus does not know, what to do with these words. So he just walks around that hooded figure to have a look at its face. Definitely not human. But what... a mask! That must be a mask!

As his eyesight is not the best anymore and such things like spectacles are only for the famous persons like Dalá Valnnía and as the mind sees what it wishes to see, Hiero sees a mask.


So, you not even dare to show your face, I didn‘t know, that the Ximaxians are such cowards. But with such stuporous magic as you did I do not wonder, that you want to hide your mug. Believe me, I will report to those who have a say in the academy, what I have seen today!


With that said and a bit uncertain what he could do at all and fearing a bit, that this mage might be dangerous - so irresponsible as he had acted he might be even a villain -  he orders Mimi to follow him, turns around and leaves the clearing, with no look at the companions of that mage.
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« Reply #134 on: July 23, 2009, 07:06:51 AM »

Mimi is exited. Lately it has been a bit boring, though travelling with Hiero is definitely better than staying in Nepris, but as they didn‘t do any wonders, no cloud pushing or letting it snow on a warm day, the allure of the first weeks has made room for some monotony.

But now - never before she has seen her old mentor so angry and shouting! He is such a nice companion, friendly and patient with everybody! He walked straight up to that person and pocked him! Mimi is fascinated. Even more, as she discovers, that there is no human face under that hood, but, well, a lizard one. Should that be one of those psss, pssyr-something she has heard about?

Of course she doesn‘t follow his advice to go away, nor the second to come with him, when he leaves the place, still in rage. For the lizard man might be very interesting, there is something much more fascinating - a fox, a red fox and on top of it a tiny, white, living doll!  A doll like only a princess might possess it, with a procelain (or what was the word for those fine white mugs in the temple she had been with Hiero?) face, so finely made. She never saw such a doll, but she always imagined, that a princess‘s doll must look like this. And it was alive!

In admiration she sits on the ground, where she holds out a hand towards that fabulous little person.

Come to me, I won‘t hurt you....
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