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LANTERN (redux)

I have the feeling that Elliot is going to end up becoming somewhat similar to Anise from the original and turning into a hero (Minus going temporarily insane).

LANTERN (redux)

"Is he waking up? Is he waking up and we're the ones who'll see it? We'll go down in history!"
"But why, do you think? Have we done something? Is someone down there?"
"Who knows! I wanna know why he stopped! C'mon!"

Elliot wondered what exactly he had gotten himself into. Who were they talking about? He could barely hear what they said, but a clear level of excitement was present. This caused him to relax a little as they clearly were not thinking they were under attack or anything like that. That much was a great relief. He noticed they wore hoods that took on the appearance of animals and wondered at the historical and cultural significance to it.

Since he was a close as he cared to get, the griffin appeared even more imposing than ever before. What kind of legend had he stumbled into? Everything he had understood as reality had been blown away. Everything was now different, and he could not operate under any assumptions from before.

The boy leaped and splashed recklessly across the rocks, nearly slipped once, and boldly pressed both hands against the obelisk while the water frothed at his ankles. "Wind-god! Come out!" he hollered with a grin. The obelisk didn't respond at all. "We've been watching over you! We're ready for your return! Help us take back the island! We'll fight for our land and our freedom!"

A wind god? Is that what the obelisk represented? Is that what created that gust of wind?

"That is not quite how I would speak to a god," the girl pointed out calmly -- and she did not mention the fact that the wind-god did not appear to be at all interested in the boy's raucous crowing.

Elliot rather liked the girl's response. She was certainly far more level headed than the boy. He had seen children act similarly before in which boys were generally far more reckless than girls the same age. At a young age, he learned to avoid most recklessness, but even so he could not come close to the cautious nature of most women he knew young and older.

Then he noticed he had been caught. He had been seen. Elliot sighed, stood up tall, and faced the girl and her griffin.

"You can release him," she called to Eliot, while her companion was distracted by his own ego. "It was you."

Elliot stared for a while at the magnificent beast. There was no way to have been able to know he could be seen in that darkness. He could barely see a thing himself had there not been the glowing obelisk and the fire. He extended his hands out in a wide shrug.

"I'm not exactly sure how I could do that," Elliot said. "Why would I even want to?"

He then heard a warble not far off in the distance and glanced off towards the sound. It came from not far off beyond the obelisk. "Those are my friends. We were just attacked by a fiend, and we don't even know where we are. Our ship was caught in a storm and only a few of us survived. If you can help us then I may help you. I don't want us to run into anything dangerous without more information, so what causes a need for a god to help you achieve freedom? What makes releasing him a good idea? What is this land in the first place?"

LANTERN (redux)

I'm pretty locked in on gathering more information, Elliot wouldn't do anything without more knowledge.

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I'm not a fan of that small post, but it's the best I could come up with.

LANTERN (redux)

Elliot rubbed his eyes as he recovered from the sudden increase in light. The wind also left him somewhat dazed. He had no idea what to expect as a result of what just happened, but he certainly wanted to investigate the obelisk further. First, he had to make sure that he would be safe exploring it. He had not looked that way yet, however he could hear the frantic voices in the distance. Perhaps they were not a threat. The griffins however were a different story. If they were directed to attack, Elliot was certain the castaways and himself would die very quickly and painfully.

If he could hear them better he might be able to determine better whether or not they were a danger. He crept around skirting the edge of the light to cautiously approach the two natives. He kept an eye on the griffins as he hoped they had not noticed him, or he hoped the light blinded them enough to distract. He was used to sneaking up on people at this point. There were too many times he had been forced to hide and sneak around so he could either avoid the discovery of unsavory folks or sneak into some historical site to investigate. While he was no pro at stealth, he felt confident in his skills.

Elliot picked up a rock as he slipped behind a boulder to listen in on the frantic discussion between the two natives. Should he be at risk of discovery he could use it as a distraction while he retreated.

LANTERN (redux)

I've been working on a post, and I will have it done in a couple days.

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Seems like I accidentally rang the doorbell so to speak. XD

LANTERN (redux)

Elliot

Elliot strolled up to the obelisk and stared at it as it floated there. The yellow glow made him think of sunlight. He wondered if the obelisk was warm like the sun. He cautiously reached out to the mysterious floating object until his fingertips made contact. Hot? Cold? He wondered what the obelisk meant. How it floated like this. He could see no wires holding it up.

He removed his hand quickly as soon as he saw a large winged beast land. Half-eagle, half-lion. Never before had Elliot seen a creature like this before. They were not supposed to exist. All the books he studied dismissed them all as fantasy and myth. However, here it was, a griffin. A proud and courageous creature according to the legend. The legends he read touted them as noble creatures, perhaps they would not attack.

Somehow he had not been seen yet, however he knew that it would be only a matter of time if he continued to stay in this light. He then noticed beyond the griffin was a campfire and around the campfire he could see people. More strangers. More natives? This island certainly was not uninhabited as the shepherd earlier proved that. He could not be certain that they could be trusted, and thus he stepped back into the darkness. It was at this point he realized he had been followed.

He prayed the others would be quiet enough that the griffins did not attack for the sake of defending what he could only guess to be their riders. He raised his finger to his lips in a silencing gesture to anyone that paid attention and then pointed towards the fire. There was no way they could tell if those were friendly people or not, and Elliot's experience taught him to lean towards caution.

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I gotta say it's pretty funny that Elliot decided that the yellow light would be a good place to be alone for a while and everyone decided to head off in that direction.

I think he would still do it anyway.

LANTERN (redux)

Elliot winced in pain as he felt someone grab his arm and pulled him away from his destination. He turned to face Temp whom promptly started to hit him once and lecture him about the dangers. He quietly listened while patiently observing her. In spite of her clear and obvious temper, she was actually quite kind.

He took a deep breath and calmly responded with a light smile. "Thank you, Temp. I did see it, however, I also saw it reel in agony as it bit into Lord Varric. It appears our blood is like poison to the fiend, and if that is the case then we have nothing to truly fear from them with proper planning." He rubbed his arm to soften the ache from it being pulled and then pointed toward where the fiend crawled off. "That fiend certainly learned its lesson. I do hope the Lord avoids an infection."

He pushed the dark feelings that swirled beneath his calm composure a bit deeper. "The native shepherd told us to be quiet, and I will definitely be quiet."

He considered Temp carefully. "That light is not far, and I will be back."

With that Elliot pulled away from Temp and continued to walk over toward the shimmering light. All he needed was some time and space. He silently prayed to the fates that his wish would be granted.