"Nein, wir gehen nicht nach Osten! "
Die Elfe tritt selbstbewusst dem kräftigen Orkkrieger entgegen. Das war die letzten Tage beinahe schon selbstverständlich geworden. Diesmal fand sie sich Sekunden später jedoch mit massiven Bauchschmerzen einige Meter weiter im Dreck liegen.
"Ich bin hier der, der ansagt, wo es langgeht! Keine Elfenschlampe." Böse grunzend kommt der Ork auf Celegail zu.
Die Umstehenden grinsen. Endlich mal eine Auseinandersetzung, so wie die Tradition es vorgibt. Nicht dass sie Celegail jetzt fressen wollten oder ihr auf andere Weise etwas Schlechtes wünschten, doch eine gute Schlägerei war nie zu verachten. Hoffnungsvoll schauten sie wie die Elfe sich erhob und eine schnelle Bewegung mit den Fingern machte. Ruckartig wandern alle Köpfe zum Chef nur um enttäuscht festzustellen, dass er nicht das Ziel des Zaubers war.
Weit hinten ploppte eine magische Flamme auf.
"Dahinter gibt es keine Magie mehr! " Spricht die Elfe mit schmerzverzerrten Gesicht.
Der Ork schert sich nicht um sie und marschiert einfach los. Alle Orkkrieger und die Elfe folgen.
"Ich muss hier weg. Nargun, bitte löse meinen Schwur. " betet Celegail in Gedanken.
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As silent as possible moves a horde of young orcs through the forest. The tallest measures nearly 4 feet and his fangs start growing recently. He has his hands full to consolidate his leadership with vocally and physically violence. If you had filled your ears with wool and sleep deep at least a mile away, you might be able to overhear the horde.
The target of the naïve war run is an elven tree house about a mile away from the cave. The crooked wooden construction is the home of the shaman of the horde. An elfess, dresses in soft fur and leather is sitting next to the rope ladder and examines some herbs. She hardly bothers to ignore the incoming sound but can’t hide a smile totally.
She got attacked by the children and the whole situation ends up in a melee of laughing and giggling. Finally 5 little whelps claimed to be the one who had killed her first and pleased her to confirm it. She said she cannot say who did the first strike cause the war run has been so silent, she did not recognize its coming. It is followed by another little battle in between the growing warriors about the honor having been the first.
Later the whole war run including some very little latecomer is sitting around her and listen fairy tales. No other sound than her voice fill the forest now.
”…and the fireball of the dragon left burned trees only. The warrior, who did not want to listen to the old women, got killed.”
A rat disturbs the breathtaking story and the silence is gone. It is trying to reach the elfess and she wouldn’t be a messenger rat, surviving hundreds of miles if she let her catch by some children on the last few steps.
Celegail pushes two boys back who try to kill the rat for dinner. She hits the whelp harder than necessary but don’t take care. Deep in herself she knows who sent her the message, save the animal in her arms and rises.
”I’ll tell you the end of the story on the morrow.” Ignoring the upcoming protest she climbs up and draw the rope ladder.
Once she is alone in her little private room the rat get some food and Celegail reads the letter from her friend, sister and teacher.
Two days later the elfes sits on the banks of a little forest creek some miles in the north. The messenger rat disappeared in a blue glowing portal. Wiping away a teardrop from her eyes she speaks the final rune and the portal itself returns its magic to Nargun.
On her way back to the orc cave she martyrs her mind herself. ’Slave stays slave, even as a witch. I must find a way to get released from my vow.’
The target of the naïve war run is an elven tree house about a mile away from the cave. The crooked wooden construction is the home of the shaman of the horde. An elfess, dresses in soft fur and leather is sitting next to the rope ladder and examines some herbs. She hardly bothers to ignore the incoming sound but can’t hide a smile totally.
She got attacked by the children and the whole situation ends up in a melee of laughing and giggling. Finally 5 little whelps claimed to be the one who had killed her first and pleased her to confirm it. She said she cannot say who did the first strike cause the war run has been so silent, she did not recognize its coming. It is followed by another little battle in between the growing warriors about the honor having been the first.
Later the whole war run including some very little latecomer is sitting around her and listen fairy tales. No other sound than her voice fill the forest now.
”…and the fireball of the dragon left burned trees only. The warrior, who did not want to listen to the old women, got killed.”
A rat disturbs the breathtaking story and the silence is gone. It is trying to reach the elfess and she wouldn’t be a messenger rat, surviving hundreds of miles if she let her catch by some children on the last few steps.
Celegail pushes two boys back who try to kill the rat for dinner. She hits the whelp harder than necessary but don’t take care. Deep in herself she knows who sent her the message, save the animal in her arms and rises.
”I’ll tell you the end of the story on the morrow.” Ignoring the upcoming protest she climbs up and draw the rope ladder.
Once she is alone in her little private room the rat get some food and Celegail reads the letter from her friend, sister and teacher.
Two days later the elfes sits on the banks of a little forest creek some miles in the north. The messenger rat disappeared in a blue glowing portal. Wiping away a teardrop from her eyes she speaks the final rune and the portal itself returns its magic to Nargun.
On her way back to the orc cave she martyrs her mind herself. ’Slave stays slave, even as a witch. I must find a way to get released from my vow.’
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Working tirelessly on her secret project, Kyre begins more carvings. Feeling she will come across the answer soon, yet if not.. she will continue until Nargun makes her stop. Her sister needs her and she needs her sister. As sawdust decorates her dark hair, working late into the night having woken distracted and unable to sleep due to.... well that is something else she needs to tell her sister, Kyre prays...
Nargun, show Celegail the way.
Awhile later she whispers softly all alone in the workroom.
Now to get the blood...maybe, just maybe it will work this time.
Nargun, show Celegail the way.
Awhile later she whispers softly all alone in the workroom.
Now to get the blood...maybe, just maybe it will work this time.
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“Word, Sending, Expansion“
The elfess is sitting under the tree which carries her warped tree house. She’s surrounded by a mess of various feathers, pieces of parchments, bottles with ink from different berries and some thread, wax and other ingredients.
There is a parchment on her lap and another mount at the tree. Her eyes are focused at the parchment at the tree while she writes anything onto the other.
Nothing happened and she puts feather and parchment angrily away and murmurs to herself. ”Without a mage book or teacher it will last until Corvus won his first battle. Nargun please help me to find the way sending magic letters into the region where runes don’t work! Why I didn’t listen as Kyre talked about the feather witchcraft?”
It took her about two more weeks until the first successful transfer of anything to another letter but it didn’t need more than the blink of an eye to let the transferred letters disappear again.
Cleaning up the mess a little before sunset the next day Celegail found a parchment with partial visible text. It looks like she wrote cutted text just on the upper left third. The other part of the text is missing. There is a feeling she holds the solution of the problem in her hands. But she can’t remember what experiment these parchment is related to.
The elfess is sitting under the tree which carries her warped tree house. She’s surrounded by a mess of various feathers, pieces of parchments, bottles with ink from different berries and some thread, wax and other ingredients.
There is a parchment on her lap and another mount at the tree. Her eyes are focused at the parchment at the tree while she writes anything onto the other.
Nothing happened and she puts feather and parchment angrily away and murmurs to herself. ”Without a mage book or teacher it will last until Corvus won his first battle. Nargun please help me to find the way sending magic letters into the region where runes don’t work! Why I didn’t listen as Kyre talked about the feather witchcraft?”
It took her about two more weeks until the first successful transfer of anything to another letter but it didn’t need more than the blink of an eye to let the transferred letters disappear again.
Cleaning up the mess a little before sunset the next day Celegail found a parchment with partial visible text. It looks like she wrote cutted text just on the upper left third. The other part of the text is missing. There is a feeling she holds the solution of the problem in her hands. But she can’t remember what experiment these parchment is related to.
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The elfess is sitting at the spring and watch Corvus playing with sticks on the meadow. The sun shines warm and an eagle owl howls. Anywhere a night bird answers. Otherwise it is silent besides the smooth purling of the water. A dump bash shocks her bedding and she opens her eyes. The word becomes dark.
It took not more than a blink of an eye and the alertness replaces the lovely sleepiness. Her wand ready, an fireball half spoken Celegail crawls to the door of her warped tree house. The forest around is as dark as possible. The moon hides behind some clouds. There could be a dragon waiting in front of her door and she wouldn’t see it. The illusion of an fireball is more a reflex than any intentional move like ’This spell costs nearly no Mana and will hurt nobody but I can see everything.’. There is no dragon outside nor did anybody tide up the mess around her tree house. Everything looks like usual. Just far away she supposes to see a shadow run away.
She enlighten the spot around her flat with some more illusion flames and hopes the guard at the entrance of the cave of her orc clan did not sleep. Carefully she checks the forest around but there is everything as it should be. Once she is sure that no harm is waiting outside her attention turns to the throwing axe hit her tree house. A usual weapon you could find dozens at any battlefield. Just the handle looks feathered. In the moment she grabs for the weapon she realized that anybody wraps an eagle wing around the handle. And suddenly her mind is as bright enlightened as the surrounding of her flat.
Muttering ’Thank you! Very much thanks.’ she unwraps the wing and strokes the stylish long black and white feathers. ’I hope you won't be disappointed.’
While the illusion flames fade away one after the other Celegail falls asleep with a happy smile on her face.
The next few days her orcs see much more strange things happening around their elvish shamans house. She cuts a number of dear furs in stripes and washes it in showers of green stars. Later she sits for hours at her fire striking an eagle feather.
Even as an experiment goes wrong she miles. Celegail tries to catch a fireball in a bottle but the glass melt away and the fireball burns her fingers and the end of one side of her long hair.
It took not more than a blink of an eye and the alertness replaces the lovely sleepiness. Her wand ready, an fireball half spoken Celegail crawls to the door of her warped tree house. The forest around is as dark as possible. The moon hides behind some clouds. There could be a dragon waiting in front of her door and she wouldn’t see it. The illusion of an fireball is more a reflex than any intentional move like ’This spell costs nearly no Mana and will hurt nobody but I can see everything.’. There is no dragon outside nor did anybody tide up the mess around her tree house. Everything looks like usual. Just far away she supposes to see a shadow run away.
She enlighten the spot around her flat with some more illusion flames and hopes the guard at the entrance of the cave of her orc clan did not sleep. Carefully she checks the forest around but there is everything as it should be. Once she is sure that no harm is waiting outside her attention turns to the throwing axe hit her tree house. A usual weapon you could find dozens at any battlefield. Just the handle looks feathered. In the moment she grabs for the weapon she realized that anybody wraps an eagle wing around the handle. And suddenly her mind is as bright enlightened as the surrounding of her flat.
Muttering ’Thank you! Very much thanks.’ she unwraps the wing and strokes the stylish long black and white feathers. ’I hope you won't be disappointed.’
While the illusion flames fade away one after the other Celegail falls asleep with a happy smile on her face.
The next few days her orcs see much more strange things happening around their elvish shamans house. She cuts a number of dear furs in stripes and washes it in showers of green stars. Later she sits for hours at her fire striking an eagle feather.
Even as an experiment goes wrong she miles. Celegail tries to catch a fireball in a bottle but the glass melt away and the fireball burns her fingers and the end of one side of her long hair.
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Days become weeks. The elfes didn’t count them. It seems an eternity since she escaped from her orcish clan she was bound to by oat.
Everything started the day, she want to ask for a partial leave. A fragile magic construct she prepared. It should be able to send a call back to her once the clan requires her help again.
But Nargus plans has been different, if he even has a plan.
That day in the morning she had a bad feeling. Somehow a simple rune spell requires much more personal mana power than usual. As if the ambient mana structure freezes slowly. An hour later a simple illusion required all her will power and ability.
”There’s something with the mana. I’ll go to find out.” had been her last words to the clan before she grabbed her little backpack and head north. More north the ambient mana structures seems more fluent and rune spells works easier again.
But the next morning the situation has been as yesterday. And more north the solidification of the mana get back. Some days with constant traveling northwards the situation didn’t change. It seems as if the mana border moves.
Later the speed of the move increased and Celegail could not keep step with. Much too late she realized that she left the region were a portal spell might bring her back to Runewick. She runs all day but the phenomenon has been faster. Until some day long passed not even a simple illusion rune spell worked.
’It must stop anywhere!’ she told herself and heads up northwards, passing unknown forests that becomes a steppe slowly. The animals over there didn’t know much about hunters and made it easy for her grabbing some rabbit or other minor animal for lunch. At least this brings a little bit joy in her live since the nights become quite cool now.
Large spiders usually don’t like cold. Celegail will never find out where these one came from. It might be special race or it might waken by her camp fire. But once she got hurt everything else becomes of no interest.
Slowly she fades away just to learn that not only Nargun has other plans with her. Even Cherga sent her back.
Everything started the day, she want to ask for a partial leave. A fragile magic construct she prepared. It should be able to send a call back to her once the clan requires her help again.
But Nargus plans has been different, if he even has a plan.
That day in the morning she had a bad feeling. Somehow a simple rune spell requires much more personal mana power than usual. As if the ambient mana structure freezes slowly. An hour later a simple illusion required all her will power and ability.
”There’s something with the mana. I’ll go to find out.” had been her last words to the clan before she grabbed her little backpack and head north. More north the ambient mana structures seems more fluent and rune spells works easier again.
But the next morning the situation has been as yesterday. And more north the solidification of the mana get back. Some days with constant traveling northwards the situation didn’t change. It seems as if the mana border moves.
Later the speed of the move increased and Celegail could not keep step with. Much too late she realized that she left the region were a portal spell might bring her back to Runewick. She runs all day but the phenomenon has been faster. Until some day long passed not even a simple illusion rune spell worked.
’It must stop anywhere!’ she told herself and heads up northwards, passing unknown forests that becomes a steppe slowly. The animals over there didn’t know much about hunters and made it easy for her grabbing some rabbit or other minor animal for lunch. At least this brings a little bit joy in her live since the nights become quite cool now.
Large spiders usually don’t like cold. Celegail will never find out where these one came from. It might be special race or it might waken by her camp fire. But once she got hurt everything else becomes of no interest.
Slowly she fades away just to learn that not only Nargun has other plans with her. Even Cherga sent her back.