Rekaigan
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I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something.
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William Shakespeare in past tense would be "Wouldiwas Shookspeared"
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Have you heard about the Italian cook with an incurable disease? He pastaway.
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Trains don't drink.. They chug.
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Something about subtraction just doesn't add up.
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@XenoCyanide
Zenovia watched as some of the others tried to work out what the rings did. She couldn't help but let an expression of surprise appear on her face as one of the men seemed to have angel wings upon wishing upon the ring. The young elf looked at the ring, giving it a quick second examination. She didn't really understand what this was all about, but it seemed that Sardon had no idea about it either. She slipped the ring onto her middle finger, staring at it for another moment. Nothing strange seemed to happen. Perhaps she needed to wish for something? That would have to come another time, as she didn't want to waste her wish on something trivial.
Her gaze moved to another man who began speaking like a leader. Zenovia could only assume that this man was Xen, the leader of their group. She felt quite confident in this man and the spirits around him seemed to agree with her sentiments. Following her 'orders', she quietly separated from the group, going over to the town. She wasn't sure what she was going to do here, perhaps buy a staff? 'Mages use staves right..? She wondered as she walked into a store. It indeed sold staves, but perhaps they needed to be magical? Most the staves, or 'walking sticks' as they were labelled, had different animal shapes carved out of the wood to serve as the handle. Charming.
"Excuse me, Are any of your wares.. uh.. Magical?" She asked the shopkeeper. The old man looked at her curiously for a moment before nodding.
"One of them is, although it's a little on the weak side. Most of my wares are stock standards for your average traveler. so don't expect anything too fancy from a stick." The old man chuckled as he walked into his store room. He wasn't gone for too long, holding a raven headed staff.
"The man who sold this wood to me told me that it was made from a special tree that had soaked up residual magic. I doubted him for the most part and bought it purely for it's coloration. I had it appraised the other day. Seemed he was right, but as I said, it's a weak one. Apparently it'll only serve as a mere conduit." He explained, showing the young elf the staff.
Zenovia asked about the price, only to find out that it was a little outside her budget, not that she really had much to budget to begin with. "Sorry.. It seems that I can't afford it. Maybe I'll just buy a regular walking stick." She said, feeling a little defeated already.
"Tell you what. I'll give it to you for the amount you have, but you'll have to mind the front of the shop for me for today. I got some carving to do out back." He said with a grin.
"You must be joking. Surely you can't trust me like that so easily?" She replied in disbelief, placing her coin pouch on the counter. How does this man know that she wouldn't steal anything.
"Of course I'm joking, you silly girl! Take it~" The old man laughed, counting the girl's coins in his hands. Zenovia could feel her face turn hot with embarrassment. What did she expect from such a funny old man?
The young elf walked out of the shop with her newly acquired staff. She could feel the faint energy within it. It was.. really weak. She sighed as she walked into the town square. She didn't really know what to do now. She didn't know what 'Youthful proclivities' Xen was referring to since she had spent most of her life quite removed from other people. Zenovia felt her mind wander as she thought about it, her gaze following the small spirits that lingered in this town.
Zenovia watched as some of the others tried to work out what the rings did. She couldn't help but let an expression of surprise appear on her face as one of the men seemed to have angel wings upon wishing upon the ring. The young elf looked at the ring, giving it a quick second examination. She didn't really understand what this was all about, but it seemed that Sardon had no idea about it either. She slipped the ring onto her middle finger, staring at it for another moment. Nothing strange seemed to happen. Perhaps she needed to wish for something? That would have to come another time, as she didn't want to waste her wish on something trivial.
Her gaze moved to another man who began speaking like a leader. Zenovia could only assume that this man was Xen, the leader of their group. She felt quite confident in this man and the spirits around him seemed to agree with her sentiments. Following her 'orders', she quietly separated from the group, going over to the town. She wasn't sure what she was going to do here, perhaps buy a staff? 'Mages use staves right..? She wondered as she walked into a store. It indeed sold staves, but perhaps they needed to be magical? Most the staves, or 'walking sticks' as they were labelled, had different animal shapes carved out of the wood to serve as the handle. Charming.
"Excuse me, Are any of your wares.. uh.. Magical?" She asked the shopkeeper. The old man looked at her curiously for a moment before nodding.
"One of them is, although it's a little on the weak side. Most of my wares are stock standards for your average traveler. so don't expect anything too fancy from a stick." The old man chuckled as he walked into his store room. He wasn't gone for too long, holding a raven headed staff.
"The man who sold this wood to me told me that it was made from a special tree that had soaked up residual magic. I doubted him for the most part and bought it purely for it's coloration. I had it appraised the other day. Seemed he was right, but as I said, it's a weak one. Apparently it'll only serve as a mere conduit." He explained, showing the young elf the staff.
Zenovia asked about the price, only to find out that it was a little outside her budget, not that she really had much to budget to begin with. "Sorry.. It seems that I can't afford it. Maybe I'll just buy a regular walking stick." She said, feeling a little defeated already.
"Tell you what. I'll give it to you for the amount you have, but you'll have to mind the front of the shop for me for today. I got some carving to do out back." He said with a grin.
"You must be joking. Surely you can't trust me like that so easily?" She replied in disbelief, placing her coin pouch on the counter. How does this man know that she wouldn't steal anything.
"Of course I'm joking, you silly girl! Take it~" The old man laughed, counting the girl's coins in his hands. Zenovia could feel her face turn hot with embarrassment. What did she expect from such a funny old man?
The young elf walked out of the shop with her newly acquired staff. She could feel the faint energy within it. It was.. really weak. She sighed as she walked into the town square. She didn't really know what to do now. She didn't know what 'Youthful proclivities' Xen was referring to since she had spent most of her life quite removed from other people. Zenovia felt her mind wander as she thought about it, her gaze following the small spirits that lingered in this town.
Uh sorry for having a pile of things to do? I'll post when I can.
I feel like this rp is moving really quickly.. I hope you guys give others a chance to post when something important starts happening~
@Thinslayer
As self doubt swelled in her mind, Zenovia felt someone touch her shoulder in a gentle manner. "I know you are capable. You will succeed where others cannot. Don't count yourself out just yet." Sadron said quietly to her. Such words of encouragement left her stunned for a brief moment.
"I-I'll try my best." She replied in an equally hushed tone. Of course, she still felt inadequate. However, now was the time for her to step forward and move away from her usual lifestyle of meditation and lazying about. The light of the spirits that surrounded her pulsed and glowed as if they were also trying to encourage her. She made a slight nod to herself and smiled softly as she got up from her seat.
She walked over to one of the chests that hadn't already been opened. She investigated the contents quite thoroughly. A lot of these things were necessities, but there was one thing that stood out to her. A ring with the word 'Eru' on it. It was a strange thing to write on a ring. Perhaps it wasn't? She didn't know the meaning of the word. Maybe it was a name? The elf had some suspicions about the ring. She didn't know what it would do if she wore it in some way, but she felt that it was wrong to doubt Sadron. For now, the ring was going to sit in her small hip pouch.
Zenovia was glad that she hadn't packed much into her satchel to begin with, meaning she could take the majority of these items and stuff them into her bag. 'I guess I should put the cloak on.. It'll save me from carrying it.'
As self doubt swelled in her mind, Zenovia felt someone touch her shoulder in a gentle manner. "I know you are capable. You will succeed where others cannot. Don't count yourself out just yet." Sadron said quietly to her. Such words of encouragement left her stunned for a brief moment.
"I-I'll try my best." She replied in an equally hushed tone. Of course, she still felt inadequate. However, now was the time for her to step forward and move away from her usual lifestyle of meditation and lazying about. The light of the spirits that surrounded her pulsed and glowed as if they were also trying to encourage her. She made a slight nod to herself and smiled softly as she got up from her seat.
She walked over to one of the chests that hadn't already been opened. She investigated the contents quite thoroughly. A lot of these things were necessities, but there was one thing that stood out to her. A ring with the word 'Eru' on it. It was a strange thing to write on a ring. Perhaps it wasn't? She didn't know the meaning of the word. Maybe it was a name? The elf had some suspicions about the ring. She didn't know what it would do if she wore it in some way, but she felt that it was wrong to doubt Sadron. For now, the ring was going to sit in her small hip pouch.
Zenovia was glad that she hadn't packed much into her satchel to begin with, meaning she could take the majority of these items and stuff them into her bag. 'I guess I should put the cloak on.. It'll save me from carrying it.'
@Rekaigan Also noticed that you thought that lady durvain was an important lady like you didn't know her. I thought you might've known her as she is one of the high elves. (shes erudessa) not sure if im mistaken though...but beautiful writing and since i havent said hi yet...hi! (lol, im so awkward *cringes*)
Aaah... I think I should change that. Unless I can get away with the "She's secluded and clueless have mercy pls GM"
And, Hello! Don't worry about it~ Also thank you for thinking so!
@Thinslayer
It seemed that Zenovia had just made it in time for the meeting. The guard had let her in without as much as a question about her identity. She quietly assumed a seat somewhere and listened to Sardon. The young wood elf didn't really know what she was getting into until the man mentioned the death of a woman by the name of 'Lady Durvain', obviously someone important. Leader of the Humans if she remembered correctly. 'The Warlock' seemed quite ominous, but overall she was quite oblivious to what was actually going on. However, the death of Durvain was, of course, a terrible thing. Perhaps her spirit still lingers somewhere.
Zenovia glanced around at the others whom she assumed she would be working with, given the instructions from the leader. Everyone looked quite.. Prepared. Whereas she seemed quite unprepared, given that she only brought a sling satchel of belongings.
"Zenovia Almire, you shall be the party's mage, the hand of the gods."
She looked up at the man as she heard her name. "M-mage..? Me..?" She muttered in disbelief. She was a little apprehensive about this. Yes, she could cast magic, but it didn't have the variance of a true magician... yet. 'Hand of the gods is.. a big pair of shoes to fill.'
It seemed that Zenovia had just made it in time for the meeting. The guard had let her in without as much as a question about her identity. She quietly assumed a seat somewhere and listened to Sardon. The young wood elf didn't really know what she was getting into until the man mentioned the death of a woman by the name of 'Lady Durvain', obviously someone important. Leader of the Humans if she remembered correctly. 'The Warlock' seemed quite ominous, but overall she was quite oblivious to what was actually going on. However, the death of Durvain was, of course, a terrible thing. Perhaps her spirit still lingers somewhere.
Zenovia glanced around at the others whom she assumed she would be working with, given the instructions from the leader. Everyone looked quite.. Prepared. Whereas she seemed quite unprepared, given that she only brought a sling satchel of belongings.
"Zenovia Almire, you shall be the party's mage, the hand of the gods."
She looked up at the man as she heard her name. "M-mage..? Me..?" She muttered in disbelief. She was a little apprehensive about this. Yes, she could cast magic, but it didn't have the variance of a true magician... yet. 'Hand of the gods is.. a big pair of shoes to fill.'
I'll get a post up later tonight
Thought I'd toss in a little somethin'~
(Also fail tag)
(Also fail tag)
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