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[i][center]Location: Near the outskirts of the 'Gathering' - Able to see the tall mountains.
Interacting with: [@Angel Eyes]-Ioan (Collaboration)
Mood: Honored -> Wonder[/center][/i]

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[list][*][color=9999FF]Fletching:[/color] He is an accomplished fletcher, making his own arrows and even his own bow[*][color=797a9e]Unnerving Stare:[/color] His stare is known to look at your core, your soul and deconstruct your very being[*][color=9999FF]Fleet of Foot:[/color] His tribe is naturally gifted in their fast stride, they can traverse the land with relative easy and can scale even the tallest trees in seconds.[/list][list][*][color=797a9e]Scouting:[/color] His tribe requires to know the lay off the land, he scans the area around him and can make a mental or physical map.[*][color=9999FF]Dead-Eyed Markmanship:[/color] There are some truths in rumours, his skill in Archery is well-reknowned[*][color=797a9e]Agile:[/color] He tends to fight using his quick speed, under the doctrate of being able to dodge every attack meaning that they can never sustain damage.[/list]
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Cespheus II approached him with a placid yet cautious expression, his eyes scanning Kanza up and down as if to confirm his thoughts. After a few seconds he became entirely dismissive, waving Kanza off as the 'kid advisor from the Longears'. With an obligatory greeting he walked away, back onto the oddly bamboo shaped carrier. With the now sheathed soldiers lingering behind him, warily keeping their peripherals on Kanza. He brushed off the remarks made by Cespheus II, he paid no mind to his indifference- infact Kanza could relate to it.

The two other figures stepped forward, one with stocky and short black hair. He looked experienced and well trained, if he had to guess it would be Wale Magnorium, head of the guard. Kanza's icy and sharp eyes bore into the young man, who then bowed and apologized for not having recognized him, 

[indent][color=#58D3F7]"... Apologies are unnecessary, I'm not of much importance to be known, nor do I have the intention to be."[/color] A genuinely rare, narrow smile crept up on his face before he continued, [color=#58D3F7]"Sir Wales, drop the 'Sir', I feel that it's too pompous to refer to someone like me."[/color][/indent]

Wales lifted an eyebrow curiously, [b]"Modest. Thats a quality to be cherished. I understand Kanza."[/b]

The other figure, more feminine figure greeted him with a short 'Hello'. Kanza couldn't decide wether this individual was a male or a female, as ironic as it was. The voice was soft and high pitched, bearing a semblance to princesses in court. His purple, wispy hair seemed to flow against the wind. Kanza narrowed his eyes, trying to place a gender on this individual, and figure out who he/she is. After a few minutes of deliberation, he recognized [i]him[/i], Ioan du Van Nostrade. He shot off the same warning mimicking what Wales said earlier, something about him being more careful around these areas.

[indent][color=#58D3F7]"I appreciate the courtesy."[/color] he said, his smile now gone and replaced with his natural rigid expression,[color=#58D3F7]"But I know my own way to my trib-"[/color][/indent]

Kanza's cut himself off, his gaze snapping onto the Lake. It's water beginning to glisten a royal yellow, illuminating the area around them softly. There is a quiet, peaceful thrumming that filled the air, a hum that almost sounds melodic. Kanza began to feel lightheaded, this rhythmic thumping felt nostalgic, as if he's heard this a million times before- but the Longears didn't have any instruments to make any tune similar to this almost angelic feeling.

Ioan felt a similar feeling it seemed. After Kanza had made it clear he could traverse these grounds on his own and the Hollatfoth tribe began to pull off, that sudden melodic glowing of gold light seemed to draw Ioan into it like a month. Almost immediately, he hopped out of the litter, almost toppling over the men who were carrying it, and slowly meandered closer and closer to the lake. What was this strange feeling? This humming. This golden light. Wale and Cespheus II and all the tribesmen were shocked as well, but for some reason, the marvelous watery beacon didn't effect them as it did Ioan. 

Wale moved forth to grab Ioan, but the effeminate man only jerked away, almost as though involuntary. Ioan continued further, his focus on nothing but the golden lake that hummed like angels, luring him like a siren's song. Why did this remind him of a mother? 

But now, even he was feeling a peculiar drowsiness wash over him as he sat by the lake and listened to it. The cherubic sounds flowed through his head and the winds, and then, out of the blue, his eyes swirled into a hazy whiteness and he began mumbling something very strange, incomprehensible to those around him. [b][color=D8BFD8]"אני אחד מן השמים והים. אני אקום שוב מן המצולות. אז בואו ביחד עדי החלום שלי."[/color][/b]

[b]"Ioan..."[/b] Wale muttered as he slowly moved forward , only to be stopped by Cespheus II who had a unprecedented grin on his face. It was safe to say, he was finally intrigued by something. "No..." he growled, moving Wale back with one hand, [b]"Don't interfere. Let us see this play out..."[/b]

[b][color=D8BFD8]"אני אחד מן השמים והים. אני אקום שוב מן המצולות. אז בואו ביחד עדי החלום שלי."[/color][/b] Ioan continued on, his cosmic words(or whatever it was he was saying) echoing and distorted with overlays of his own voice, like he was being possessed. And then, his body convulsed and he fainted in a fetal position, his hair sprawled out around him and partially dipped into the golden light. To be frank, Ioan was falling, once again, into the damsel in distress divison and on cue like a broadway play, Wale came to the rescue, whisking him away from this place.

Kanza himself didn't notice Ioan's otherwordly speaking, he himself teetered closer towards the ethereal glow of gold. With each step his mind strained as if a weight was added to his shoulders. His eyes began to glow a deific blue, and hummed in accordance with the thumping from the lake. Even when he tried shutting his eyes his body still moved forwards in the same direction like it has done this a million times before. His mouth spasmed open and close, moving at impossible speeds but no sound came.

The thumping became deafening at this point, the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat synchronizing with the symphonic sounds the odd blanket of yellow. He opened his eyes a little, and for some reason he felt he wasn't near the lake anymore. It was glazed and blurry, but he could tell he was in an enclosed area of beautiful marble and rock. He was speaking with another figure, taller in stature. Even through his cloudy vision he could tell that the person wasn't exactly pleased to be talking to him. They spoke in a language Kanza couldn't ever hope to understand.

[indent][i][b]"Անգամ, երբ դուք համարձակվում սահմանափակել իմ իշխանությունը" [/b]the figure looking down at Kanza said, it didn't help that there was this ear-splitting ringing present throughout.

[b][color=#58D3F7]"Սա էր ձեր սեփական եղաւ, ես զգուշացրել եմ բոլորին մեկը քեզ հավասարապես:"[/color][/b] a voice came not from the imposing figure, Kanza felt that the voice was familiar- as if he's heard it somewhere before but he couldn't remember when. Soon he recognized that they were the only ones present in the spacious room, so the voice could be coming from none other than himself.[/i][/indent]

His head throbbed intensely, clasping his eyes closed again. With each and every blink, he returned to the Lake, but with another returned to the building of fine marble. At this point he dug his knees deeper into the dirt, it wouldn't stop shifting back and forth- normal to otherworldly, and from otherworldly back to normal. He bit his lip to push back his scream of anguish, so much so that he began drawing blood.

After a while of writhing in pain, Kanza gave in and everything finally faded to black and the next thing he knew was that he was on the back of a figure he didn't recognize. They were traversing the land at a fair pace. He couldn't even muster up any energy to check who it was and he lethargically lowered his head onto the person's back.