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After awhile of standing around outside the library, Ellie decided to re-enter it, going back to the small room where the other two had remained. She sighed as she sat back down into her armchair, appearing drained of energy. She looked at the two women in front of her, a soft smile appearing on her face. She felt calm around these two, it was pretty unusual for her to feel so comfortable around people that she had just met, but she didn't mind it one bit. But now, things weren't going to stay peaceful.
"I'll have to move out toward the northern mountains tomorrow.." She began in a serious tone to Evelyn. "It appears that some strange creatures have appeared in the mountains, and I must deal with it. I don't want to endanger either of you, but I think you might need to come with me." She continued, frowning slightly. Evelyn was much too delicate for this, but this mission may have something to do with their vision and the reason they were brought together. Perhaps she was getting too ahead of herself, but so be it.
"I'll have to move out toward the northern mountains tomorrow.." She began in a serious tone to Evelyn. "It appears that some strange creatures have appeared in the mountains, and I must deal with it. I don't want to endanger either of you, but I think you might need to come with me." She continued, frowning slightly. Evelyn was much too delicate for this, but this mission may have something to do with their vision and the reason they were brought together. Perhaps she was getting too ahead of herself, but so be it.
@HHShetland I think there should be a wiki page for the race as well as the magic that is stated within their history. This helps other players understand what your race is all about and what the magic is all about as well. You might not need to flesh it out entirely now, but it would be best if you gave us a fair idea with an article on the wiki.
Her pale blue eyes widen slightly as the dragon turns to face her. She almost takes half a step back, but she remembers her teachings from her old hunting companions, If I make the slightest movement to show weakness, he will kill me. She thought to herself. Her mentor turned to her, "Do not be so afraid, my child. Dragons are intelligent beings, they can speak common, among the many languages that they learn throughout their long life. They are not simple beasts." The Drow said with confidence, but she still had doubts, considering how utterly consumed the boar was.. It had been a long time since she had seen a dragon, her last memory of a dragon was when Vircastoria was still a powerful kingdom. Both Zenovia and her mentor could feel an overwhelming sense of magic from the Dragon's spirit, which reinforced her flight instincts, but she stayed as strong as she could to stop herself from running.
"I have not heard of a white dragon with this appearance.. Who is he? Is he not a Pyresian?" She wondered. Zenovia took a deep breath to calm herself before repeating her mentor's question, "Who are you? Are you not from Pyresia?" She asked in the most non-hostile way she could muster. She was far too used to speaking curtly, and now wasn't the time to speak in such a way.
"I have not heard of a white dragon with this appearance.. Who is he? Is he not a Pyresian?" She wondered. Zenovia took a deep breath to calm herself before repeating her mentor's question, "Who are you? Are you not from Pyresia?" She asked in the most non-hostile way she could muster. She was far too used to speaking curtly, and now wasn't the time to speak in such a way.
She stood there, waiting for the direboar to move in her direction.. It stopped drinking and looked up into the sky for a split second before a giant red and white.. thing went crushed it. The shock of the sudden event caused Zenovia to lose her concentration, sending her spirit back to her body. She gasped as her spirit rammed itself back into her body. She felt like throwing up, but she shook her head, regaining her composure after a few minutes. She slowly got up, using her staff as a support, her legs wobbling slightly as she rose. "FUCK!" she shouted aloud as if she stubbed her toe. Her heart slowed as she calmed down after her outburst.
She jogged quickly toward the river, only to see a giant lizard's maw tearing into the unfortunate animal which was now a pile of viscera. She stopped just outside the trees, closer to the river, her staff's rings jingling as movement came to a sudden halt. Her eyes wide, she stared at the dragon, taking in it's massive form and power. There was nothing she could say. She wasn't about to accuse a giant beast of stealing her prey. Her crow swooped down quietly, perching on Zenovia's staff, also watching the gruesome spectacle.
"What is a dragon doing here? Outside of Pyresia?" Her mentor spoke up as she too stared at the massive creature. Since all dragons were blessed with innate magic, the blood covered dragon could easily sense Zenovia's mentor's presence next to the Kvaren.
"A.. Dragon.." She repeated softly. She marveled at it's imposing presence and the amount of blood it had on it's scales. She suspected that it had killed a lot of animals or creatures to get that bloodied. Her instincts told her to run, but her mind wished to gaze as this magnificent, brutal creature.
She jogged quickly toward the river, only to see a giant lizard's maw tearing into the unfortunate animal which was now a pile of viscera. She stopped just outside the trees, closer to the river, her staff's rings jingling as movement came to a sudden halt. Her eyes wide, she stared at the dragon, taking in it's massive form and power. There was nothing she could say. She wasn't about to accuse a giant beast of stealing her prey. Her crow swooped down quietly, perching on Zenovia's staff, also watching the gruesome spectacle.
"What is a dragon doing here? Outside of Pyresia?" Her mentor spoke up as she too stared at the massive creature. Since all dragons were blessed with innate magic, the blood covered dragon could easily sense Zenovia's mentor's presence next to the Kvaren.
"A.. Dragon.." She repeated softly. She marveled at it's imposing presence and the amount of blood it had on it's scales. She suspected that it had killed a lot of animals or creatures to get that bloodied. Her instincts told her to run, but her mind wished to gaze as this magnificent, brutal creature.
Starting Date and Time: 17th day of Jadeyan, 301 DM, Morning
Starting Location: Kerawac (Valley of the Screamers), Forest.
CS URLs: Zenovia & Genrit’khaath
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The morning sun beamed through the trees of the forest however the morning light remained cold due to the time of year. Hunting was difficult at this time, but the occasional boar or fox roamed the forest in the early stretches of the day.
A woman sat alone in the forest, her legs crossed and her back upright, but still relaxed. Her eyes were closed and her body remained still, meditating. To a regular person or creature, it seemed as though she was lifeless and still, however to someone with magical aptitude, they would feel an aura of magic around her.
"You know. I'll never get used to seeing my own body like this." Zenovia commented, looking at her body with her spiritual one. Her spiritual body was a ghosty, blue colour, as was everyone else's, small blue flickers came off her body like a flame. "Being a shaman really takes 'out of body experiences' to a whole new level." She added rather blankly. She glanced at her Mentor who's spirit she had called to guide her with her training. The Drow chuckled lightly, "Well, you'll just have to get used to it. It might take you a year or two." Zenovia shrugged slightly before turning away from her physical body, facing her mentor. Of course, this conversation couldn't be heard by anyone without the power of 'Spiritism' as it was aptly named.
"I'll watch over your body while you hunt. I'll be sure to call you if something happens." The old Drow said with a nod. Zenovia nodded in response as she walked a little further into the forest. 10 meters was the maximum she could go due to her inexperience, but it was far enough, or so she thought. A direboar crossed her path, taking a drink from the river. Thankfully, the boar couldn't sense any danger since it couldn't sense magic, however she had to suppress her own blood lust just to make sure. She hadn't done this before, but her mentor had told her that hunting was really easy when using Spirit walking. All she needed to do was attack the Boar's spiritual body to disable it. Easy enough.
Unfortunately, it was just outside 10 meters. Her staff didn't have the reach, nor the striking power to do anything substantial from so far away. She cursed under her breath, wishing she had brought a bow and arrow instead of her staff.
Starting Location: Kerawac (Valley of the Screamers), Forest.
CS URLs: Zenovia & Genrit’khaath
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The morning sun beamed through the trees of the forest however the morning light remained cold due to the time of year. Hunting was difficult at this time, but the occasional boar or fox roamed the forest in the early stretches of the day.
A woman sat alone in the forest, her legs crossed and her back upright, but still relaxed. Her eyes were closed and her body remained still, meditating. To a regular person or creature, it seemed as though she was lifeless and still, however to someone with magical aptitude, they would feel an aura of magic around her.
"You know. I'll never get used to seeing my own body like this." Zenovia commented, looking at her body with her spiritual one. Her spiritual body was a ghosty, blue colour, as was everyone else's, small blue flickers came off her body like a flame. "Being a shaman really takes 'out of body experiences' to a whole new level." She added rather blankly. She glanced at her Mentor who's spirit she had called to guide her with her training. The Drow chuckled lightly, "Well, you'll just have to get used to it. It might take you a year or two." Zenovia shrugged slightly before turning away from her physical body, facing her mentor. Of course, this conversation couldn't be heard by anyone without the power of 'Spiritism' as it was aptly named.
"I'll watch over your body while you hunt. I'll be sure to call you if something happens." The old Drow said with a nod. Zenovia nodded in response as she walked a little further into the forest. 10 meters was the maximum she could go due to her inexperience, but it was far enough, or so she thought. A direboar crossed her path, taking a drink from the river. Thankfully, the boar couldn't sense any danger since it couldn't sense magic, however she had to suppress her own blood lust just to make sure. She hadn't done this before, but her mentor had told her that hunting was really easy when using Spirit walking. All she needed to do was attack the Boar's spiritual body to disable it. Easy enough.
Unfortunately, it was just outside 10 meters. Her staff didn't have the reach, nor the striking power to do anything substantial from so far away. She cursed under her breath, wishing she had brought a bow and arrow instead of her staff.
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A few weeks prior to arriving in Ruby Banks, she had been caught up in an argument with one of the 'senior' Shadewalkers about why she shouldn't go to Ruby Banks, let alone by herself and that she should organize a proper raid if she wanted to go somewhere in Ebonfort. "This isn't a raid, you idiot." She retorted, her arms crossed in irritation. "I'm going there because I want to see the Winter Fesival. And it's not like I'll get killed by some mere Ebonknights. This paperwork is flawless." She added, slapping some parchment with the back of her hand as if she were a lawyer of sorts. "You know very well why I still cannot allow this! It's unbecoming of a Kvaren. Especially one of your status. If this gets out to the other tribes, we won't hear the end of it." The halfling argued back. Ever since Zenovia expressed her disinterest in formal speaking toward a Warlord, her shadewalkers, among other members have spoken to her quite casually. She had no problem with it, but it brought about some bold disagreements, like this one. She moved closer to the halfling, bending slightly, her face brought closer to the halfling, "Then do your job and keep it under wraps. Alright?" She commanded in a low voice, glaring at him.
The Halfling stepped back smoothly as he admitted 'defeat', giving a slight nod, then a sigh as he walked away. There had been a few other Shadewalkers around, since they mostly kept close to the Warlord at any time. "Anyone else got a problem with me enjoying myself?" She asked openly, the irritation clear in her expression. None of them stepped forward to protest, in fact some of them had been involved in making the documents for Zenovia to enter the Ebonfort region.
She made no effort to change her clothing, thus many people stared at her as she walked through the region toward Ruby Banks. Her Shadewalkers had given her a simple map of the place so it was easy for her to get where she wanted. Her appearance had caught the eye of many Ebonknights, but they were 'repelled' by the fantastic paperwork to claim that she was legally allowed to travel through Ebonfort as a foreigner.
She had made it to the festival grounds on the outskirts of Ruby Banks, but it was only eighth stretch in the morning, so festivities weren't going to start for awhile, however she noticed a few people setting up already. Zenovia noticed one of the stall owners struggling to light their fire. And here I thought anyone could do it. She shrugged, strolling up to the blonde woman. "You look like you could use some assistance." She commented with a playful smirk on her face. Before the woman could respond, Zenovia produced a small ball of dried grass, which she used for tinder. She lightly tossed it onto the firewood that the woman was trying to light.
The Halfling stepped back smoothly as he admitted 'defeat', giving a slight nod, then a sigh as he walked away. There had been a few other Shadewalkers around, since they mostly kept close to the Warlord at any time. "Anyone else got a problem with me enjoying myself?" She asked openly, the irritation clear in her expression. None of them stepped forward to protest, in fact some of them had been involved in making the documents for Zenovia to enter the Ebonfort region.
She made no effort to change her clothing, thus many people stared at her as she walked through the region toward Ruby Banks. Her Shadewalkers had given her a simple map of the place so it was easy for her to get where she wanted. Her appearance had caught the eye of many Ebonknights, but they were 'repelled' by the fantastic paperwork to claim that she was legally allowed to travel through Ebonfort as a foreigner.
She had made it to the festival grounds on the outskirts of Ruby Banks, but it was only eighth stretch in the morning, so festivities weren't going to start for awhile, however she noticed a few people setting up already. Zenovia noticed one of the stall owners struggling to light their fire. And here I thought anyone could do it. She shrugged, strolling up to the blonde woman. "You look like you could use some assistance." She commented with a playful smirk on her face. Before the woman could respond, Zenovia produced a small ball of dried grass, which she used for tinder. She lightly tossed it onto the firewood that the woman was trying to light.
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