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| Miriel | Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:28 pm Post #1 |
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The ruined cathedral was still, motes of dust falling as the light from the sun cast them as golden sparks as it flowed through the broken stained glass window at the far side of the building. Not so much as a whisper of wind disturbed the silence of the place, still holding an echo of serenity and peace despite its ruined state and rotted pews. In the center, standing before the broken altar, stood a woman, she had white hair with just a hint of blue, and pointed ears denoting her as an elf. clad in black cotton pants and a matching tunic, A pair of feathery white wings spanning ten feet across were unfolded from her back, Despite the lack of any real wind elsewhere, there seemed to be a faint breeze swirling around her, causing slight movement in both her hair and the snow white feathers on her wings. Nen was absentmindedly stretching as she contemplated the ruined place. She had heard about the ruins, apparently abandoned for the most part, even of explorers simply due to the lack of valuables to loot for the most part. Having cast a wary eye around the area before entering the cathedral, she had taken off her cloak, now resting in one hand, to let her wings get some air, they had grown stiff after too long of being folded away and hidden. It was an inspiring place, no doubt caused by the arrogance of whatever empire this city had once claimed, a testament to the folly of humans, at least in her opinion. The towering buildings and beautiful artwork had done nothing to prevent their utter destruction, leaving nothing behind but shattered buildings and rotted wood. "I wonder of the history of this place, who lived here." She spoke softly, looking at the altars remnants. "What god abandoned the city when it fell, and left it to ruin." |
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| Doran | Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:54 pm Post #2 |
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The Cathedral was a relaxing place to come and think. Away from the towns and cities which were full of life. The only life here was well, not life at all. The building had much history and it was a lovely muse for the bard. Sitting on remnants of a broken wall about two stories above the ground. Looking down into the large center room, there was a woman an elf from the looks of it. She had a large wing span. A winged elf? He would want to document this in his next story. Reaching to his side for his paper he accidentally knocked his quill off the ledge. It plummeted to the ground beneath. Quickly moving backwards into a small nook he hid. Uncertain of this woman's nature or abilities. He drew his wand and kept it within his clenched fist. Panting heavily he heard a noise. His precious owl, Spots must have just arrived and noticed the young woman. It was hooting loudly, he could sense that Spots wasn't scared. Perhaps Spots didn't fear the unknown woman. Working to a nearby stairwell Doran felt beads of sweat racing down his face and dripping onto his forearm. Cautiously creeping down the stairs he stopped for a moment. Taking a seat and collecting his breath, Doran remembered a similar incident about a year back. Before he left his homeland to come to Imythess, when his brothers estate was robbed. A lone person stood at the center of the estate, hands tainted with the blood of his brother. If this woman was anything like the man from back then, he would surely lose his only remaining friend and possibly his own life. Wearily continuing down to the main room of the Cathedral he could see the woman a few yards away. She didn't seem very evil to him. He made a gesture for the owl to fly to him and she perched on his shoulder. Doran gathered himself for another moment, "What brings a winged elf to a cathedral like this? I'm sure none of your kind are burried here.." |
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| Miriel | Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:14 pm Post #3 |
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"What brings a winged elf to a cathedral like this? I'm sure none of your kind are buried here.." Nen turned quickly upon hearing Doran's voice, her wings folding behind her back into a more easily hidden state with equal speed as she turned. Her expression was quite surprised, but held a hint of pride as she studied the bard. "I was exploring the ruins." She stated simply, this interloper did not precisely look to be of particularly good repute, a wand in hand as he silently snuck up on her.. "What are YOU doing here, wand at the ready and sneaking up on me like that." the Avariel snapped irritably at him, she had not really been planning on having to interact with someone else while looking around, questioning her intentions. She had assumed before that the hoot of the owl was simply a wild one in the area, having not bothered to even turn around, but it seemed that it belonged to this strange man, how wonderful. He definitely looked the part of a bardic wanderer, traveling from town to town and getting by as best as he could. "Probably a thief to boot with my luck, not that I can really blame him for that" She thought morosely. She had never really had the best luck when it came to who she met too say the least. |
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| Doran | Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:36 pm Post #4 |
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The elf had seemed to be nothing more than an adventurer. Though she questioned him, his intentions. He had more right to be there than her. Being an elf she was already the worst race to ever exist in the world and she would question his intention. "Well girl, I have my wand in hand because I saw you and decided you were untrustworthy as an elf and a mysterious figure on the ground below." Taking a few steps towards her, "My original image of you seems to be false however, looking at you in this dim light I feel that you're probably just a sweet, lonely, little girl." Making a motion at his pet, she flew off in search of any other intruders within the cathedral. "Spots, share with me your gift of sight. As we might learn if she came alone." As Spots flew through the nooks and crannies of the old ruins Doran could see nobody else on the premises. Breaking their sight connection he slid his wand into its holder on his belt. "I am a very cautious man, It's not uncommon for someone to attack a bard for money or possessions." Spots came flying back to her master and again perched on his shoulder. Doran raised his left hand to pet the bird, Spots loved all sorts of attention and performances. "Miss have you ever seen an owl dance? It's quite a remarkable sight. Why once, I actually saw a woman who had a group of turkeys. I wanted to have them dance but she scowled at me and showed me the door." |
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| Miriel | Thu Mar 24, 2011 9:30 pm Post #5 |
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Nen fastened her cloak again as the bard spoke, outwardly polite but with several somewhat subtle barbs at both her race, and her age. "Hrmph, and how many bandits and thieves pretend to be bards?" She said, smirking as she continued. "I saw someone as untrustworthy as a human and a mysterious figure that crept up behind me." She paused, a very small smile creeping onto her face. "Still, you keep the company of a bird that seems quite loyal to you, and you seem to be but a lonely boy with a silver tongue." He definitely seemed a normal bard rather then the rogue she had pegged him for at first. "I have never seen an owl dance before, so why not, as long as.. Spots does not mind." She gave no comment on the latter part of his story, turkeys indeed. However, still not entirely trusting of Dora, the Avariel went through the only spell she currently knew in her head, namely the creation of water. Not really the best spell for fighting, but it was still a reasonably good distraction if it got into someones eyes. |
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