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« on: 25 April 2004, 14:10:00 »

(the following is taken from the rpg Misfortune in Helente / the Eastern Road and is in the process of being made into a story. The contributors for the first chapter include:

Emalaya (ciara)
Ailin Ioeil Seafra Cyeall (me)
Celestial Delmar

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Part One : The Cry of the Last Glitra





Chapter One : A Dark Hunt


“Injèrán só cáo fá óhín es án móchin’eophyrán sá quáel’veván,”*1 sighed the boy with emerald eyes as the piercing glow of an early afternoon sun sparkled on the smooth surface of a small, secluded pond. He was already lost in the iridescent reflection of his handsome face when the dancing lights temporarily deprived him of sight.

(*1: guides, the child of light into a dark hunt, the bright bird. Translation: The bright bird (the sun) guides the child of light into a dark hunt)

He could feel the restless earth stir beneath him, calling all within its touch to a site where horrid, unsolved deeds were committed. The putrid smell of gory instruction had reached Ailín long before the fetid afternoon breeze carrying the foul tokens. The winds themselves smelled of the brazen assassination they were bathed in. Ailín knew what little help he had to offer might be of grave importance, yet he still could not ready himself to set off. The fear of being rejected tightened its grasp around the boy as he thanked the cool waters of the grove. Clasping his hands gently on what appeared like the vague silhouette of an amulet half hidden beneath his silken shirt, the earth-child treaded heavily amid the creepers. Sighing softly to himself, the boy’s hands began to gather all the convenient herbs they could find along the underbrush. Among the mourning trees he could spot herbs to ease the pain of grieving widows and agitated husbands, herbs to seal wounded hearts and relieve sore cuts, herbs to secure an infant’s desolate sleep, herbs to... As the emerald eyes gradually found their way out the woods, a silent expression of gratitude for every tree, fern and moss that granted him the remedies of nature as he waltzed along was molded into a graceful sigh.

Not far away lay a devotee to the ever-changing element on the moist grass, who too was lost in a disturbing deliberation. The night had been a long one for the water druid as her meditation had been restless and full of troubling thoughts and disquieting dreams. It had been a few nights since Alexander had visited her last and she dearly missed seeing his face in her dreams. Raven tresses billowed out about her like a dark shadow, hiding her features from whoever might pass by. They had spent a few nights in the woods, resting and studying the plants and animals about them. The elf was looking for solace as much as instruction in those hours embraced by overwhelming darkness; seeking something that could calm her fleeting mind. And if truth were told, it had been working thus far, yet there always existed a time when the need to return to civilization overcame the soul’s yearning for peaceful solitude.

Carefully the druid and her winged companion made their way away from the trees, Emalaya turning sadly to look into the depths of the darkness for the last time before slowly making her way out the peace and quiet. Once they left, Saphire suddenly took off and despite Emalaya's calls for her to return, did not. Quickly, she ran after Saphire, beckoning to her but receiving no response. At last the druid caught sight of the runaway eagle, circling in the air and hurried toward her.

The cry of the druid’s eagle pierced the silent afternoon sky as Ailín stepped out the concealing shadow of the woods. “Inconsiderate bird, hush at once before you scare all the goldenbells… Please, gracious cór’veván, do calm down, I am but an instrument of nature’s will,” he addressed the skies.

As Ailín forced his attention to the ground and muttered something about insensitive eagles, a silver chain caught his eye. Slowly looking up, he saw sparkling dark blue sapphires shaded with long eyelashes. They had a captivating peculiarity about them, these eyes. Like watching a lonesome gull hunt above a stormy sea, one could not stop staring. It was the kind of scene one was compelled to glance at for that one last time, which never ended, before walking off… to make sure, contrary to common sense, that everything was all right and still in its place… Not even the heavy navy cloak shrouding this elf’s delicate face could hide the sorrow emanating from those blue eyes.

Surprise marked her pale features as the elven lady too found why her eagle had flown off so recklessly. The water sorceress called to the bird that thought of anyone as an immediate threat that must be dealt with in order to protect her mistress. Obediently Saphire landed on her shoulder, nuzzling against her long black hair. A pale hand rose to stroke the soft feathers before dark eyes turned to the figure before them, studying him closely. "I am sorry about Saphire. Please forgive her, she seems to do it to everyone and anyone" or so was the druid’s strange greeting, with a soft smile playing at her features as she spoke, voice warm and welcoming.

After straightening his posture and fixing his shirt, making sure the Astyrhim talisman was well veiled; Ailín bowed before the elf’s smiling features, “It truly should be a blessed day then, to see a lady so fair.” (OOC: This refers to the elven greeting daín artanhé!, which literary translates as day/being blessed according to the Tharian dictionary  ) As he spoke, the goldenbells scattered around her feet kept twinkling brightly at Ailin, distracting him with each glow. “Allow me to introduce myself fair lady in blue; the elves have called me Ailín and sometimes Ióéil, Séafra or Cyeáll. But I usually go with the first, since it’s the only one my race can pronounce without difficulty… May I have the honor of learning yours?” He continued to cast quick glances at the flowers lying at her feet, hoping that she would notice his fleeting looks and pick up a few petals for him. Few knew in this area of the kingdom that the true power of the goldenbell bush would only be exposed when it was given from one to another freely and with affection, as a friendly gift; and Ailin was one of them.

A slight nod of her head in return to the boy's greeting was Emalaya's only response to him. Her ebony tresses falling over her face as she did so, deep sapphire eyes gazing at the male figure before her with interest but showing none to him. She turned, speaking softly to the eagle that rested on her thin shoulder, pale lips barely moving as she gave simple instructions to the bird before urging her to the air. Only then did the druid return her silent attention to the boy before her.

Séafra had waited patiently as the elf whispered a few silent instructions to the brown eagle resting on her shoulders. Emerald hues of a startling brilliance caught the druid's attention as he rose from his bow, his locks shining in the sunlight added to the young attractiveness of his features. Years later the earth-born would sigh and say that the same subterranean blue eyes greeted him when he finally rose from his bow. After some time, she lifted her voice to speak directly to him. When she spoke at last, the words that surged through her lips were like the soothing sound of water falling, "Geetings Ailín. My name is Emalaya Lanthir and Saphire is my companion. A gift from my husband 30 years ago." Her voice soft and soothing as she spoke to him, a pale hand reaching up to brush a few loose strands from her features, placing them behind her well defined elven ears.

Like the cool waters of the Ephirn after a hot summer day’s joyful labor, her voice sent a pleasant shiver down his neck. ‘Twas strange … yet still very reviving to hear his name from another sentient being after all the days he spent alone in the dark. Yes, ‘twas certainly worth the trouble to feel Injera’s cheering touch on his skin. Now only if the gentle elf would hand him the bright goldenbells…

Following his gaze to the ground, she noticed what his eyes were fleeting at occasionally. With a small smile playing delicately on her pale features, she lowered herself to pick a few of the petals, holding them gently in the palm of her hand. "I believe that you were eyeing these." Gracefully the blue lady made her way to stand before Ailín and placed the petals in his outstretched hands, the smile growing as she watches them fall into the awaiting palms. When Emalaya knelt to pick up the petals and placed them in his grateful hands, Ailín could have laughed at having such a frail wish of his fulfilled so soon but for the sake of maintaining a proper expression did not.

In the distance she noticed that a town lay not too far to the west, a fascinating place no doubt to visit. Something about all the people together just puts laughter into ones life as they watch them bustle about their lives, ones that will never change in status and many will never see the world outside the walls. Which is sad but she could see the logical reasoning in it. The outside world can often be a terrifying place, especially to someone who has no idea what it holds. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she carefully brought herself from her surging thoughts before she could return her attention to the young man in front of her.

Thanking the lady in blue, he turned his attention to the sprout that lay broken at a small squirrel’s feet, pretending not to hear her soft sigh at the dark silhouette of the town’s gates,

“Now, if you’ll excuse me for a minute milady…”

A loud and horrid cry wrenched the very skies echoing about Emalaya and Ailin, as at once, standing out brilliantly from the light of day, a magnificent raven swooped low over the two, casting a rush of wind to fall about them both for a startling moment.

Dark blue hues watched with interest at the young boy as he kneeled to turn his attention to the small plant at his feet. It was then that Saphire returned to her shoulder, anxious as if something was going to happen that would not be favored. The bird continually nudged Emalaya, trying to draw her attention to the sky. When Saphire succeeded in doing so, all color seemed to drain from her features as a dark shadow passed over her line of vision. A raven...

Séafra had heard the vile shriek of the raven just before he could kneel completely, but could not react in time to warn Emalaya. Even as the disquieting messenger of death swooped low over the two, he could feel the earth boiling beneath him, responding to the depraving presence of the half hidden figure farther up the road. Gazing at the heavy cloaks of the bird’s master, Ailín wondered how she could bear the horrendous heat. He did not have much time to think, however, as he felt the talisman heavily tighten around his neck when the earth’s unnerving tremor aroused (?) under him again. Ailín truly could not tell whether it was the outstretched hands of horrible imaginings that hummed and murmured and pulsed through him and down to the earth or the impact of the slight, sudden tremor. Whatever the reverberation was, it half-hindered his hearing; detaching him from all but the great burrow of earth beneath him.
The brilliant bird seemed to be off somewhere, although to where could not easily be told. Farther up the road however, a figure could be seen, although seemingly appearing from nothing, it had not been standing there moments before. Arm extended, welcoming that dark bird to her shoulder, the raven's golden hues glimmering softly from the glare of the sun that lay across its delicate form. The figure's gaze only flickered for a moment in the shadow of her heavily cloaked form that fell nearly dragging on the ground as she walked. The bird leaned down for a moment, whispering to its 'owner' words that would certainly be unheard by the two patrons that beast had passed, and just as quickly as that figure had appeared, she was gone...leaving nothing there but the silence Argon had interrupted before.

Celestial had felt the imposing dark aura from Helente. In a sense it had beckoned her to the small city long ago...Although one would rarely catch Celestial as she was now, out in the open, in the daylight, she found the necessity to finally make herself known.

"So you say, more trouble awaits in Helente?" Her voice was soft, alluring. As smooth as velvet holding with it an aura of the very evil to be feared itself. Her raven Argon seemed to bow his head in assurance, before ruffling his feathers and settling down to appear as the mundane bird he was, holding a silent and fearful intelligence that was his own. One golden eye would gleam the other more dull bluish one lay in watch...in observation...As small as he was, it was obvious he was a necessity, especially to his mistress. "Well then, perhaps we should have been revealing ourselves much earlier than now...It appears the hunt is on..." A feral smirk fell to her hidden elvish features, those crimson hues flickering in a moment of thrill...Yes, the hunt was on again...And so long had she waited in the dark for an opportunity such as this to be revealed...With that, Celestial turned, making way back towards the gate that would give her access into Helente...

The encounter with fire had not been so smooth for the bent figure a few dashes below the source of blazing. The stranger’s soft voice had bellowed and burned through the profound darkness the emerald boy covertly wished to be buried and lost in,

"So you say, more trouble awaits in Helente? Well then, perhaps we should have been revealing ourselves much earlier than now...It appears the hunt is on... on… on… on…"

The walls of the bitter darkness crushed in on Ailín, allowing the outsider’s voice to penetrate the insubstantial shield he had around him, and surge through the diminutive cracks in that confined obscurity. Her words burrowed through his essence slowly at first. With every syllable uttered, her voice continued to set ablaze the strands of his sanity; the tongues of the smoldering fire licking at and widening the gaps between Ailín and the rest of the world… Like the first flicker of a forest fire that gnawed at the sturdy barks of worn trees until they would succumb to the ruthless inferno before them. Until, until… the grand forest lay in ashes.

A similar feeling had washed over the druid’s form, one of discomfort and uneasiness. No fear was present in the azure eyes but the source of the wretched sensation was certainly something she did not wish to come into full contact with for the evil that emanated was something she was not sure she could contend with. Her gaze left the sky in search of the master of the massive creature of the sky, falling upon the slim form not far away, actually nearly upon herself and her newfound companion.

The voice of the stranger was not what she had expected, so soft and gentle, not like the aura that she could feel strongly emanating from the figure. The eyes were piercing and ones that would be feared if one had a weak heart for such things, she could feel them bouring into her sharply but she did not flinch. Blue hues darted down to her companion who had knelt to the ground earlier to tend to something and found him quiet out of sorts. Reaching over to aid him and steady him, she spoke quiet comforting words to him though knowing little of his situation and what he was actually feeling. "Do not fear her...Do not allow her power to overcome you for it will be your destruction." Whispering yet another set of strange counseling lightly to him, her gaze once again fell on the figure, sensing something other than the aura of evil that surrounded the figure...if she could only tell what it was.

Concentrating for only a few moments, it came to her in a flood of power. The figure before her was also a magic user and apparently a powerful one. One that was well instructed in the ways of the disparaging fire. Opposing elements...perhaps it would be helpful to befriend this stranger for her power might prove helpful to have in combination with my own... Her thoughts rang loudly in her mind. Though the only words she spoke were to Ailin, not ignoring the female figure but studying before addressing for the right words would make all the difference for both her and Ailin.




Raise of that eyebrow was given, as the fire sorceress found her steps faltering only for a moment. Pause was given in that fluid stride, and her endless crimson gaze turned back, to rest on that of the female who stood there, seemingly studying her intently. Soon it traveled from her to the fallen man at her side. A soft smirk settled on paled tiers, although hidden beneath the downcast shadow of that hood, it seemed her quiet pride had taken show for only a moment.

"Well, then my dear Argon...it seems we have caused a disturbance. Perhaps this town will not be as dull as we first anticipated, finally, some life has come upon it..." Once more that velvet voice took echo on the breeze that billowed through the full folds of that onyx cloak, revealing for only a moment her rather slender form beneath. Those paled tiers took rise once more, and she soon found her need to enter that town, more so than the interest she found in the pair. Although there distinctly was something about that woman that sparked Celestial's intent curiosity. Even from there she could feel an aura dominated not only chaos but also righteousness about the druid. Quite opposite of her own darker alignment. As the boy with the emerald eyes would describe years from now, the two mages were like the two sides of a san.  Both had almost at once recognized how the cár'áll that flowed through the other was remotely different from that of their/her own. “Remarkable”, was their response, “did creatures such as this truly exist?”

All through this time, Celestial had been contemplating about the druid’s powers. She finally concluded that encounter was, well, yet another surprise to mark on her very short list. Her thoughts danced like the flickering flame of a librarian’s candle. She knew why the druid had reacted so sharply to power, what was it though that had troubled that man so fiercely about her very presence there on the road? It wasn't as though she was consciously trying to bring the man harm. For if she was, the display would have indeed been much prettier. Perhaps her answers would lie within that woman, but would she dare to approach Celestial? Here on the road? Not many were brave enough to do so, but Celestial was well aware, that this woman was not as the average adventurer she'd come into contact with in her long journeys.

Well, nonetheless, the dark mistress could only give a little chuckle, and turn about her form heading back towards the city. Should the need arise for her to be approached by either of those two; she was certain it would be done, and with that, she made entrance into Helente.


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Edited by: Coren FrozenZephyr at: 5/28/04 18:44
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« Reply #1 on: 26 April 2004, 22:26:00 »

Hi Coren, in regards to your Shakespeare quotation at the beginning of your chapter, it's been mentioned that it's best not to incorporate 'real world' elements, such as speech, mannerisms, quotes etc. into our poems or stories cause it detracts somewhat from the overall otherworld feel of Santharia :wink2

As for your title, why not merge your two suggestions into 'A Dark Hunt Begins'? ;)

Am looking forward to your next chapter! Hurry, hurry!

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« Reply #2 on: 27 April 2004, 08:52:00 »

Sorry, i didn't know...

Okay, stoke that out for now. Maybe I'll come up with a line of my own to fill in that space...

What do you think of the story, btw? I'm not sure I could tie all the different bits written by others together... Having to read off screen doesn't help for sure... :: wonders when he'll have his printer fixed ::

:hug   for commenting :hug   :hug   :hug  


PS: I hope you don't get mad at me for not changing the title... It just occcured to me that "the Hunt Begins" could be a nice title for a later chapter, when they discover who the murderer (oops... wasn't meant to say that till the next chapter) is

Edited by: Coren FrozenZephyr at: 4/26/04 16:56
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"Is he allowed to do that?"
"I think that comes under the rule of Quia Ego Sic Dico."
"Yes, what does that mean?"
"'Because I say so', I think."
"That doesn't sound like much of a rule!"
"Actually, it's the only one he needs." (Making Money by Terry Pratchett)
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« Reply #3 on: 28 April 2004, 02:17:00 »

*Claps*
Get on with it I want to read more!

Welcome to my world of shadows

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« Reply #4 on: 06 May 2004, 07:53:00 »

:: gently places it back up ::


8)  should be ready now

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"I think that comes under the rule of Quia Ego Sic Dico."
"Yes, what does that mean?"
"'Because I say so', I think."
"That doesn't sound like much of a rule!"
"Actually, it's the only one he needs." (Making Money by Terry Pratchett)
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« Reply #5 on: 07 May 2004, 01:15:00 »

Brackets! Footnotes! And that at the very beginning.. *runs away screaming without reading it...*

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« Reply #6 on: 08 May 2004, 09:30:00 »

:(  :o

I'm sorry Talia, but it's really not easy to get rid of an old habit. Sometimes I do that unconsciously... I apologize again, will correct them asap. But, aren't they necessary? Otherwise the readers would have to translate an entire sentence themselves from Strash, and I don't think anyone would want to do that... What do you think I should do?

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"Everything should be as simple as possible and not simpler." Albert Einstein

"Is he allowed to do that?"
"I think that comes under the rule of Quia Ego Sic Dico."
"Yes, what does that mean?"
"'Because I say so', I think."
"That doesn't sound like much of a rule!"
"Actually, it's the only one he needs." (Making Money by Terry Pratchett)
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« Reply #7 on: 28 May 2004, 12:42:00 »

:: gently kicks it back up for the second time ::

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"Everything should be as simple as possible and not simpler." Albert Einstein

"Is he allowed to do that?"
"I think that comes under the rule of Quia Ego Sic Dico."
"Yes, what does that mean?"
"'Because I say so', I think."
"That doesn't sound like much of a rule!"
"Actually, it's the only one he needs." (Making Money by Terry Pratchett)
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« Reply #8 on: 28 May 2004, 14:29:00 »

YOu have a great way of writing. I'm not much of a writer myself; I try, but with mixed results, so I wont search for minor mistakes and such:p  I do however read alot and i must say you have a great way for creating atmosphere.

..and I really like the introducing verse, nice touch!;)  

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« Reply #9 on: 29 May 2004, 10:33:00 »

:o  Thank you so much, but it really wasn't all mine. I must be lucky to have such wonderful rp partners.

@isilhir: I really want to read your ulvur story, but I can't find the post after i accidentally closed the window... don't know what that says about my concentration though...  

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"Everything should be as simple as possible and not simpler." Albert Einstein

"Is he allowed to do that?"
"I think that comes under the rule of Quia Ego Sic Dico."
"Yes, what does that mean?"
"'Because I say so', I think."
"That doesn't sound like much of a rule!"
"Actually, it's the only one he needs." (Making Money by Terry Pratchett)
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« Reply #10 on: 29 May 2004, 16:56:00 »

hihihihi it only tells me that youre a victim for the confusing ezboard thread display like the rest of us!

here it is: p223.ezboard.com/fsanthar...=309.topic

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