The hillside on which the he stood was finally giving in to the shadow of the night as it crept across the isle. Dusk was falling quickly this day as he watched the quiet of night overtake the isle, and with it so did his form go. Garbed in black robes and hooded from the night air he looked out over the countryside. The town of Trolls bane sat of in the distance, warmed by the light of the torches which burned for all those still wake after the sun set behind the sea.
He waited patiently as he often found himself doing these days. Things seemed to be swirling out of control of late and it was just a matter of time before each event spun to its final conclusion. To maintain order was the key to success. In any case the events that were occurring could not be stopped they were too sudden to unpredictable. The best chance was to cut off the sources of these disturbances or at least in form of there Effigies. Now those who were willing had been assembled, and those from afar were arriving quietly on the shores. The time to move would be soon, If there was ever to be peace for he and his then these steps were unavoidable.
The cloaked figure let the sounds of the night overtake him. The soft sound of insects and the night bird calling on the air filled his ears and cleared his thoughts. But the rustle of footsteps on the grass snapped him from his trance all too soon. He turned to find a another dressed as he was, it made him smiles beneath his hood.
“How goes everything.” He asked.
“Well.” The voice came muffled from under the hood. “ Sad that we must act, like this I much prefer working openly.”
“As do I. Please inform all other concerned parties that things are going according the schedule.”
“We may have a slight problem there.”
He raised an eyebrow as the second figure scratches its head aimlessly.
“ alright lets hear it…”
A quiet night
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Shrouded Figures
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((all involved players, sorry got tired of waiting around, so i pushed this up a few days))
Many nights later....
The Darkness of the woods gave way to the light of a strong fire burning near its center. The flames danced playfully as if excited by the events about to pass. Five figures reside around these flames. Garbed in cloaks of the color of the night. Each shroud stands at a point of the compass watching silently as only a single member of them moves. This figure stand before a young elfess kneeled to the ground her head bowed in solemn prayer. Her words are inaudible as she speaks, but grow in depth and meaning with each phrase passing. The language of the chant seems as if it must be long dead, but each syllable carries with it a strange power as it escapes into the cold night air.
The Figure before her begins to chant as well, each word she utters he speaks in reverse, they chant together for a long moment until their voices reach a strange inverted harmony. The last three figures suddenly kneel to the ground black gloved hands begins traces lines in the forest ground each working slowly and carefully, checking for no mistake within their design. Then together they rise in union returning to their Statuesque Demeanor. The flames of the fire in their center rises with them spiraling into a Helix high into the night sky only to turn and dive back down toward the figure before the Elfess.
The elfess does not look up as the sound of the falling flame fills their ears, folding and bending complacently into the open palm of the one before her. The twist, writhing fire collects itself at the point at which it stopped pull into itself and forming a white hot orb as bright as the mid day sun. All the other figures looks away, blinded by light of the orb even within the safety of their hoods but the one who held it stayed steadfast. Finally he spoke in a voice muffled by his garb.
“Open your hand.”
The Elfess obeyed timidly. Raises her hand and opening it slowly. Upon it was the mark of a Demon a pentagram that seemed itself almost alive, and as if in protest an angry hiss became Audible with each moment it was left in open light. The figure before the elfess smiled beneath the hood it wore in his mind his own voice echoed Fare ye to hell demons mark, your master will join you soon…
The figure pressed the Blazing orb into the palm of the Elfess. Her scream was immediate upon it contact with her flesh. The essence of the orb seems to viciously, almost ravenously seek to usurp the sign that marred the delicate skin of the young woman Forcing it’s way into her palm and as it did shoving the crafted pentagram into the night air. The howls of the elfess ceased moments later as the mark of the Demon hung aimlessly in the air. She closed her palm upon the orb of light and presses both hands to her chest. Her entire body seemed to illuminate with the gesture and as this new light fades she lets out an exasperated breath of air.
Once more they all stand in silence watching the mark of the Demon hang spinning in the air like a pendant from a string. The Elfess stands quickly and moves from the path of the one before her. This figure again raises his palm calling up the flame from the fire. It leaps gratefully onto the Pentagram and in an instance burns it away….
Silence as all present with the flames take a moment to recollect on that has just transpired. The elfess seems more at ease now that the ordeal has come to an end. The figure to the right speaks for the first time this night.
“Do you think its master will notice?’ it asks
“ It matters not, in time he’ll be found it’s a matter of waiting.” Answers the one to his left.
The enactor of the ritual speaks again his voice oddly musing excitement
“He will notice that’s for sure. Get her into hiding.” He says motioning to the Elfess. “Soon the fun begins Gentlemen. I hope your all still sharp.”
Many nights later....
The Darkness of the woods gave way to the light of a strong fire burning near its center. The flames danced playfully as if excited by the events about to pass. Five figures reside around these flames. Garbed in cloaks of the color of the night. Each shroud stands at a point of the compass watching silently as only a single member of them moves. This figure stand before a young elfess kneeled to the ground her head bowed in solemn prayer. Her words are inaudible as she speaks, but grow in depth and meaning with each phrase passing. The language of the chant seems as if it must be long dead, but each syllable carries with it a strange power as it escapes into the cold night air.
The Figure before her begins to chant as well, each word she utters he speaks in reverse, they chant together for a long moment until their voices reach a strange inverted harmony. The last three figures suddenly kneel to the ground black gloved hands begins traces lines in the forest ground each working slowly and carefully, checking for no mistake within their design. Then together they rise in union returning to their Statuesque Demeanor. The flames of the fire in their center rises with them spiraling into a Helix high into the night sky only to turn and dive back down toward the figure before the Elfess.
The elfess does not look up as the sound of the falling flame fills their ears, folding and bending complacently into the open palm of the one before her. The twist, writhing fire collects itself at the point at which it stopped pull into itself and forming a white hot orb as bright as the mid day sun. All the other figures looks away, blinded by light of the orb even within the safety of their hoods but the one who held it stayed steadfast. Finally he spoke in a voice muffled by his garb.
“Open your hand.”
The Elfess obeyed timidly. Raises her hand and opening it slowly. Upon it was the mark of a Demon a pentagram that seemed itself almost alive, and as if in protest an angry hiss became Audible with each moment it was left in open light. The figure before the elfess smiled beneath the hood it wore in his mind his own voice echoed Fare ye to hell demons mark, your master will join you soon…
The figure pressed the Blazing orb into the palm of the Elfess. Her scream was immediate upon it contact with her flesh. The essence of the orb seems to viciously, almost ravenously seek to usurp the sign that marred the delicate skin of the young woman Forcing it’s way into her palm and as it did shoving the crafted pentagram into the night air. The howls of the elfess ceased moments later as the mark of the Demon hung aimlessly in the air. She closed her palm upon the orb of light and presses both hands to her chest. Her entire body seemed to illuminate with the gesture and as this new light fades she lets out an exasperated breath of air.
Once more they all stand in silence watching the mark of the Demon hang spinning in the air like a pendant from a string. The Elfess stands quickly and moves from the path of the one before her. This figure again raises his palm calling up the flame from the fire. It leaps gratefully onto the Pentagram and in an instance burns it away….
Silence as all present with the flames take a moment to recollect on that has just transpired. The elfess seems more at ease now that the ordeal has come to an end. The figure to the right speaks for the first time this night.
“Do you think its master will notice?’ it asks
“ It matters not, in time he’ll be found it’s a matter of waiting.” Answers the one to his left.
The enactor of the ritual speaks again his voice oddly musing excitement
“He will notice that’s for sure. Get her into hiding.” He says motioning to the Elfess. “Soon the fun begins Gentlemen. I hope your all still sharp.”
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Shrouded Figures
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Another passive night...
But it had started with such a hectic day. Rumors of Demons were flying all over the isle now as well as mysterious events that had taken place in Varshikar. Two of them stood at the beach overlooking the sea. Though dressed as the night the silhouettes of the pair marks their differences. The first is fairly tall and his garb fits tightly to him, he carries an heir of authority with him. Marked well in the smaller slimmer figure whose head is turned in the direction of its companion.
"if the rumors are true..." says the smaller effigy in a soft feminine voice.
"then the incidents today are not linked, correct." Responds the larger one, in a low harmonious tone, his voice rings the sound of magic, even as he speaks.
"Yes. that is better for we...but. things are not as we'd hoped. if the rumors are true then one of them has returned. in northrot, his presence was felt. seriously." the female figure pauses a moment. "If those demonic scum protect there Advocates even from death. then it's sure the other will be back as well."
The night is quiet and the sea lazily sweeps the sands away from the shore. the soft crashing of the waves seems to overtake the pair as they embrace the song of the sea, until finally the larger figure turns to the smaller one.
"We're all but alone here. we must rely on our own power." he says simply. The motion of the small figure at his words betrays her hooded nature. her arms swing wide in aggression.
"what are you saying!? we've not been abandoned. i don't believe that!"
"of course you don't how could you." the larger responds. his companion falls silent for a very long moment, then her voice comes weakly from beneath her hood.
"i can't believe we’ve been abandoned. no matter how big our numbers. without our god to support us. we can't ever...."
"you are right. " comes a response followed by a sigh "We must seek guidance and assistance. but not just from the mother. we must find a way no matter what the consequence. if we are to ensure our success."
There is no response to his words this time. merely silence as the smaller figure turns solemnly and begins to walk away from the beach. followed moments later by her comrade. they slip into the forests of the night. Leaving no trace that they have been.
But it had started with such a hectic day. Rumors of Demons were flying all over the isle now as well as mysterious events that had taken place in Varshikar. Two of them stood at the beach overlooking the sea. Though dressed as the night the silhouettes of the pair marks their differences. The first is fairly tall and his garb fits tightly to him, he carries an heir of authority with him. Marked well in the smaller slimmer figure whose head is turned in the direction of its companion.
"if the rumors are true..." says the smaller effigy in a soft feminine voice.
"then the incidents today are not linked, correct." Responds the larger one, in a low harmonious tone, his voice rings the sound of magic, even as he speaks.
"Yes. that is better for we...but. things are not as we'd hoped. if the rumors are true then one of them has returned. in northrot, his presence was felt. seriously." the female figure pauses a moment. "If those demonic scum protect there Advocates even from death. then it's sure the other will be back as well."
The night is quiet and the sea lazily sweeps the sands away from the shore. the soft crashing of the waves seems to overtake the pair as they embrace the song of the sea, until finally the larger figure turns to the smaller one.
"We're all but alone here. we must rely on our own power." he says simply. The motion of the small figure at his words betrays her hooded nature. her arms swing wide in aggression.
"what are you saying!? we've not been abandoned. i don't believe that!"
"of course you don't how could you." the larger responds. his companion falls silent for a very long moment, then her voice comes weakly from beneath her hood.
"i can't believe we’ve been abandoned. no matter how big our numbers. without our god to support us. we can't ever...."
"you are right. " comes a response followed by a sigh "We must seek guidance and assistance. but not just from the mother. we must find a way no matter what the consequence. if we are to ensure our success."
There is no response to his words this time. merely silence as the smaller figure turns solemnly and begins to walk away from the beach. followed moments later by her comrade. they slip into the forests of the night. Leaving no trace that they have been.
“Soon the fun begins Gentlemen. I hope your all still sharp.”
The words sound in the darkly clad mans mind as he hastily climbs the wall.
'Fun, pah'
Finding another handhold the man continues to climb, his cloak trailing behind him.
Not long ago, within the shadow given to him by the night the man had been watching a gathering of the guard and other citizens of trollsbane. Flames danced around the centre of the group giving them an eerie glow. The hour was late as the darkness dictated and this group had just finished battle with a host of demonic beings.
Demonic beings which looked remarkably like the one which now trailed him.
Looking over his shoulder the man could make out the creature glowing lightly at the bottem of the structure he now climbed, with a shake of he's head the man reaches the top of the building and stealthly makes his way across the rooftop, if you were standing close you would hear the word ' Fun ' spoken lightly.
The words sound in the darkly clad mans mind as he hastily climbs the wall.
'Fun, pah'
Finding another handhold the man continues to climb, his cloak trailing behind him.
Not long ago, within the shadow given to him by the night the man had been watching a gathering of the guard and other citizens of trollsbane. Flames danced around the centre of the group giving them an eerie glow. The hour was late as the darkness dictated and this group had just finished battle with a host of demonic beings.
Demonic beings which looked remarkably like the one which now trailed him.
Looking over his shoulder the man could make out the creature glowing lightly at the bottem of the structure he now climbed, with a shake of he's head the man reaches the top of the building and stealthly makes his way across the rooftop, if you were standing close you would hear the word ' Fun ' spoken lightly.
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Falythea Heoheim
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She tripped over a tree root and nearly fell, had the forest not been so dense, Falythea would have. However, all that happened to her was a bump on the head when she knocked her head on an evergreen trunk.
"Ouch." She muttered, just a hiss among the chirping of crickets and the other noises of the dark forest. The dark greens and browns of her tunic,trousers and boots made her easily blend into her surroundings, not that she needed to at this time of night. Falythea's skin was a deathly pale, and her eyes were large and purple. The fingers of her right hand lightly rested on a sheathed daggar that was strapped around her waist, while her left hand remained free to make sure she was heading the right way.
Falythea was escaping from Varshikar, a life that seemed to hold nothing for her,although there was nothing wrong with Varshikar. Being naturally tall, Falythea still lacked the nimbleness of an elf....and of course the grace. Her father was an elf, and he had long since departed from their small family and returned to his own clan. Her mother, Adrionia, had wallowed in her greif for many years, and gone after him. There was no one left to protect Falythea, neither from the cold and rain, and not from the taunts and words of others.
The strands of her black hair was tangled with underbrush and grit, and Falythea was almost sorry that she had walked almost blindly into the forest with hardly any provisions. The 2 days of scouting out the forest didn't do her much good now.
It's too late to go back, but what would i go back to anyways?She thought while stepping over a grey boulder.
I shouldn't keep going, at this rate, i'll just be sacrificing myself to the creatures of the night. Those grim thoughts made Falythea even more conscious of her surroundings, and immediately began looking for a shelter of some sort.
"Should be a clearing around here somewhere." She said aloud.The halfling girl pushed aside some dangling leaves, and came to a small area with some rocks and vicious looking thorn plants.
"Better get rid of those." Falythea whispered warily, her bones felt heavy as if made from lead,and her eyes seemed to be darkening themselves because she would not close her eyelids. Groping at the ground for a stick, she grabbed the first one and dug out the plants. Flicking them aside, she ignored the rocks and collapsed on the ground, falling asleep amongst the dewy blades of grass.
"Ouch." She muttered, just a hiss among the chirping of crickets and the other noises of the dark forest. The dark greens and browns of her tunic,trousers and boots made her easily blend into her surroundings, not that she needed to at this time of night. Falythea's skin was a deathly pale, and her eyes were large and purple. The fingers of her right hand lightly rested on a sheathed daggar that was strapped around her waist, while her left hand remained free to make sure she was heading the right way.
Falythea was escaping from Varshikar, a life that seemed to hold nothing for her,although there was nothing wrong with Varshikar. Being naturally tall, Falythea still lacked the nimbleness of an elf....and of course the grace. Her father was an elf, and he had long since departed from their small family and returned to his own clan. Her mother, Adrionia, had wallowed in her greif for many years, and gone after him. There was no one left to protect Falythea, neither from the cold and rain, and not from the taunts and words of others.
The strands of her black hair was tangled with underbrush and grit, and Falythea was almost sorry that she had walked almost blindly into the forest with hardly any provisions. The 2 days of scouting out the forest didn't do her much good now.
It's too late to go back, but what would i go back to anyways?She thought while stepping over a grey boulder.
I shouldn't keep going, at this rate, i'll just be sacrificing myself to the creatures of the night. Those grim thoughts made Falythea even more conscious of her surroundings, and immediately began looking for a shelter of some sort.
"Should be a clearing around here somewhere." She said aloud.The halfling girl pushed aside some dangling leaves, and came to a small area with some rocks and vicious looking thorn plants.
"Better get rid of those." Falythea whispered warily, her bones felt heavy as if made from lead,and her eyes seemed to be darkening themselves because she would not close her eyelids. Groping at the ground for a stick, she grabbed the first one and dug out the plants. Flicking them aside, she ignored the rocks and collapsed on the ground, falling asleep amongst the dewy blades of grass.