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| Torienthos Encinosa | Wed Feb 24, 2016 3:40 am Post #1 |
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In distant realms was where he and his kin were from. Lands where elves roamed the woodlands that was claimed as a territory of their own. Where the tops of the trees rose several stories into the skies. And the trees themselves were thick enough that if one found a hollowed one, one could fit a handful of people within it. Or a good amount of weapons or treasures. To some weapons were their treasure. Such kin had come to the ears of man across many a land, through varying realms, and in so doing, had acquired a handful of similar names. Wood elf, wild elf, squirrels. Trees unfortunately varied from one region to another if one had the lifespan to travel through them for ones' seeking to fulfill that inner whim for adventure, romance, and wealth. And not every woodland would be able to cater to the habitual surroundings that such elves preferred when claiming an area. Thus it was for Torienthos, and his handful of kin who were as equipped as he, if not with their own preference of blades and lethal toys. The trees in these parts were of another breed, yet still large and strong enough to provide a trustworthy rooting to construct villages within their canopies. Or so the words had reached his ears. They had just arrived in the Norwood area, their shadows already at one with their surroundings as they melted amongst the trees. Each elf was at a distance from his other. Yet all were within range of the others pointed ear in case a call was made, or sound emitted that was known to each their own as a signal or warning that should be made aware of. In regards to profession, these elves were rangers. Yet, as skilled as they were, there was no zoo of animal companions on the earthen floor below them in pursuit. Nor a team of horses left at the last nearby village to be returned for when their deeds here would become complete. Their home was in a now distant land. Where others of their kin kept the walls of a stronghold secured within a woodland territory of their own homeland. It was not one that was passed on from generation to generation. But one that was far more ancient, and still of elven design. One that had housed secrets and treasures that he and those with him had come upon, and won over the maws of beasts and monster alike. It now still contained many of the treasures, and had been rebuilt to keep them secure, as well as their women, children, and other jewels of life. These elves though, were not privy to remaining in such boundaries of their homeland for too long of a time. Such lands were quite frankly secured by their own blades, and peace was a boring accomodation that left one seeking bloodletting and real enemy in distant lands wherever they could be discovered. Thus word had reached their ears via merchant and returning kinsman alike of Norwood, and a problem that was arising in its' land. To the words that elves living in the woods, kin of one nature or another, were part of the problem, they were all too easily persuaded to gather what they would need for their travels, and headed out. Thus they had finally arrived. Their handful in numbers just now began to comb through the woodland seeking tracks, and traces of movement through their walls of green and brown that would be out of place. Animals native to the area were pursued, and spoken with when found, to determine if even they might know of such goings on. Things became strange then, for those they questioned knew not what they asked about. Perhaps such banditry was occuring at another region of these woodlands. They had no guide, nor had they even reached the village in the treetops to ask of its' natives for details. They had time, perhaps, to do so. The direction of such a local was easily enough obtained from a feathered creature who's flight passed through their line. |
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| Torienthos Encinosa | Sat Feb 27, 2016 4:25 am Post #2 |
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It was early in the morning when Torienthos would be seen through the eye of a lone falcon perched upon a still growing branch a short distance above him. Below the darkness of tree roots weaved and twined along the forest floor, a created intermingling of life that was bred ages ago. Seeping every droplet that ran through the earth hidden, unseen, below. One could perhaps begin to wonder if there was an underground chasm providing the forest with water. The depths of a well yet to be created feeding them for such an eternity. Roots that were too thick for a handful of chops from even a battleaxe to ruin. Yet, a road had been come across the prior day, they had no map, nor seemed to ever really be in need of one. Yet the road itself was a path that had been cut through these same kindred of roots. Roots that had been cut away from one another like a wall separating people who had been together for generations since their very beginning. As if a wall, or the very earth had been cut away, dividing the forest. Man made clearly. As chips and other aged markings from tools still existed. Walls spanned the entirety of the road itself, walls of roots. The inside of each wooden vein had been cut off. Exposing the age of each developed appendage where it'd been cut, and sealed up over the years. It was like walking amongst the opened guts of the trees in a way. Torienthos was perched upon one side of the road, on top of a segment of these roots. His bared fingertips passing barely over the surface of one of edges of a root where it'd been cut away, and descended towards the road below sharply enough. A saddened aura was upon his senses. Perhaps he was grieving that such aged spirits had been cut so deeply just to produce the whims of a road. Such had to be done by humans, or dwarves. Commerce was all so very important the short-lived ones. Their wealth and means of increasing it always becoming a superior priority over the life of others. All the more so over those who could do nothing to defend themselves. Those who could do nothing but sit there and become their prey to do unto as they sought was necessary. For their own survival. The road itself was of earth, the creators of the tracks obviously had not put it to use long enough to make it with stones or stronger makings. It thus was not a route for an army, or near enough to a large city that such aid to merchants to spare them wear upon their carts and horses was a consideration. Such a road had to have been made for another purpose. Perhaps it had only been begun, and a war or loss of a reigning ruler had died before its' fuller purpose was completed. Such a feat obviously would not be one able to be completed in only one generation. Maybe another of the lands' coming rulers would take up further building of such a road, to use it for whatever reason might further their reign as well. In the distance, he felt a bidding of relief as there were still an abundance of trees dutifully rooted surrounding him elsewhere. Almost as if they were ancient giants waiting for some cause to come alive again. Though he knew well enough from experience, that if given enough of a reason, they would come alive to speak their words. In one area, where the trees were not so thick, not so rooted. Where a tree was easily enough broken by lightning, or its roots at some point left a length of a tree desolate, and unfed. Sometimes, such thinner trees would break, would fall, and the sound of such huge creatures tearing through the branches, arms, and bristling canopies above would co-mingle as it would fall. It's heavy weight an easily decipherable thud when it'd impact the ground below, or even another tree that might catch it. These though, were not of that sort. These were more powerful, more strongly built. It thus, was a wonder, if carriages, and horses went missing upon such roads. The reportings' he had overheard, and read of upon poster at one of the nearby villages boards, was not too detailed about it's concerns. No carriage could be drawn to either side of the road as far as he could tell. Unless there was an opening in one direction or another. Unless someone had instead constructed another route from this man-made road. One that could be hidden and concealed for such wrongful purposes. If such was the case, he would be keeping an eye out for anything besides the roots he was even now knelt upon. There though, were other means that an entirety of a traveler and his prized belongings could be removed from a road. There was magi even his own lips could weave that would ask of the bidings of the all too natural surroundings that the forest was providing. Magi that could send vines and perhaps even the roots themselves to part forth an opening. Or merely send vines to entangle large objects to carry them elsewhere. Such magic though, would have to be from a quite strong user of magi. Or several of them. Light ochroid depths were narrowed over by his eyelids as he considered the notion. Perhaps there were a number of earth lovers who were taking vengeance upon those who would use such a road. Vengeance upon any who would dare to cut at such trees for their own gain. For some reason, he felt as if he might side with such a group. A sneer slid across the lower portion of his sun-darkened features in humor as a notion to even become one of such a number to do this very thing drew a whisper of a chuckle upon his lips. If he were lucky, he could use similar tricks upon those who he was hunting. If he was lucky enough to find them not of the druid sort at all. Thick lengths of dark hair were drawn away from his view as his head lulled upwards again. Casting his attentions this way then the other to let the hang of a bead woven through one of these dark locks to bounce against the flesh of his forehead. The weight of his armor and arsenal were light upon a muscled physique that bore their weight with ease. Though he wore not enough armor to enter a battlefield. Similar had been done before. Nor was his flesh unscathed from such boisterous livings. Muscles along his thighs crisped and burned as they were put to use to push himself upwards from his knelt position. Muscles thickening and unflexing below him as he rose up and began to send the agility of a leathered foot onwards along the side of the road. Remaining several feet above it on top of the layers of roots instead. The falcon lurking above canted his head to let it's other eyeball view the elf below. It's beady black eye gleaming with apprehension and patience as it merely remained otherwise still and waiting. The search would continue. More ground would need to be covered and searched. Particularly the entire length of the road itself. When his other scouts would join him nearing nightfall for their meal, such intentions would be spoken with them. Their numbers would be split apart amongst their few. Two would go in haste along the entire length of the road in both directions for any immediate signs that they could discover. The others would go separate directions along the road as well, only at a slower, searching pace. The rest would remain on watch, to keep an eye on their surroundings, as one was doing even now, perched upon a tree limb above, watching through beaded eye. |
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| Torienthos Encinosa | Wed Mar 9, 2016 7:28 am Post #3 |
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‡During Torienthos' search of the road, something had stirred his attention. Perhaps it was the wind blowing into the cartilage lengths of his ears with whispers. Whispers that when loud enough, he'd listen to and listen to the wisdom and knowledge of what had to be said. Perhaps it was such a breeze that drew him into the forest itself. Seeking to pursue the wind where it came from so it would continue to speak to him. Lure him elsewhere besides a base hope of finding tracks, a trail, or anything else that could be put to use to track down those responsible for the missing travelers. Thus it was, whilst traversing through the sturdy limbs of the overly large trees, his eyes would scour the rooted earthen floor below. Where dust had become dirt. Where Fallen leaves from the thick canopies above would fall, die, and turn into dirt in its' own turn had cause aged depths of a still earthly ground to be a foundation for small plants here and there. These woodlands were different than most. Yet, as he settled upon the next branch, easing himself down upon bending haunches. Muscles were felt in their stiffened state as they pressed against oiled leathers that concealed their flesh. Maneuverings from his core were slowly made to pivot the angle of his viewing eyes to the otherwise barren floor of the forest below. For he thought he had seen movement. A shadow even. Something not at all unlikely. He had bared witness to more than one deer alone that, from the distance, took on the appearance of a mere shadow. Ones vision had a way of revealing only so much in a blink of an eye, sometimes his own would readily reveal what his subconscious wanted him to. Thus, he was all the more careful and wise to take caution steps further than the average youth, full of life and still evolving senses. Thus his eyes were concentrated on the distance below and beyond till he could feel them shaking in their sockets. Concentrating so purposefully that his vision no longer saw things as they normally were. Twisting and contorting the view below as he chose one object after another to pay attention to more than the rest. But, he only let this continue for a few moments. His attentions were drawn elsewhere. From a dark knook of a tree,where the lengths of roots had parted from each other wide enough for a natural alcove to noticeable, a quite huge furred animal leapt forth from its' depths. Its' mane was of a thickness that could let it pass through any winter in these lands with a natural ease. It's body was thick with enough muscles to scary any normal villager into an unnatural state of quivering and bulging eyes. It's demeanor was of a sort that was near rabid. Something was wrong with it, even if it wasn't a normal sized beast. A moment was taken to center himself with the surrounding spirits of the woodlands. The magi within the air drawn upon to cast himself to the animal, only to feel himself thwarted off of its' aura as if some shield had been woven around it, making it clearly unattainable to speak with on that inner basis that many a ranger learned to use with the creatures of the wild. It was then, that the animals head shifted, as if drawn to something, or someone nearby. It sniffed at the air sporadically till its' huge paws began to draw itself further away from its' claimed home. Silence remained ethereal about the area as not even a bird sought to chirp or sing its' merry song. Twas then that Torienthos saw something else, someone else. From the shadows stepped forth, only partially so, a humanoid concealed in the darkness of a cloak. A cloak that was topped with a set of antlers. A few enchantable weavings were noticeable even from the distance that he lurked at high above. Perhaps it was a druid, they had a habit of dressing as such. Though little more could be discerned just yet. The two seemed to communicate between each other at that point. The robed figure making obtrusive gestures with his hands towards the huge creature that stood well to a mans' shoulders. Priorities then began making their way into the wood-elfs' mind. His bow could easily betray his stealth and determine how reflexive the two below were to the speed of his arrows. He could as well follow them. He had just now discovered the lair of the creature. Something he also discovered was now only to be tracked by its' huge paws alone. If he got rid of the robed figure, he might terminate whatever magic was causing his skills to falter, and handle the creature afterwards. The figure though,might be careless enough to lead him to what he truly was seeking to find. |
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| Torienthos Encinosa | Thu Mar 17, 2016 5:04 am Post #4 |
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The wind was silent and quiet, as if waiting or nowhere nearby in the following moments. His concentration was on the meeting below between Druid and beast. He was still unaware of how powerful the druid was, nor how adept they were with nature. For all Torienthos knew, they had their own eyes and ears in the very tree next to him. He easily would admit to any tavern boaster he was no demi-god, nor neared being like one. He was proud of his mortality, and the lack of skills that those demi-god like people possessed. It left him with his skills built through daily training, and a lifetime of experience. Thus he left his bow harnessed upon his back for now, not moving an aorta in his perched stance upon squatting haunches. There was a thin air of darkness about him, something about the woodlands here provided a dimmed illumination where the sun was able to filter through the thick canopies above. But otherwise, the woodlands were dark enough to use with an ease of concealment. Any magi that might need to be used to enchant himself with further abilities to hide in the shadows was not yet passing upon his lips. Such drawings upon those powers were also something he prided himself in being necessary to survive. Relying on magics took away the challenge of remaining alive. Of course, when druids were about, one could only hope your other skills were good enough to fight through it's magic instead. The ranger within the trees above was knowledgeable to some extent of druidic ways. He practiced a few weavings of spells in his day that were along the same sphere of nature, and thus was familiar with quite a few spells that were out of his reach unless he chose to change his course of skills and begin taking up the study of magi more than that of his bow and blade. It was enough for now. He was more soldier than rebel. Much of his life had been spent as a scout and hunter. There was nothing calling for him to take up the guise of a druid as well. Below though, something began to transpire that he was familiar with. The beast of a canine began whispering with the antlered druid with ires of menace of hatred beginning to drool from it's furred fangs. It's companion instantly looked upwards. The painted markings upon his pale face scowering the treetops as if in search of someone. The canine, noticing its' companions still lack of pinpointing the direction of that which it was concerned about aided him. It's paws, twice the size of a mans' hand bounded forward with deft ease along the coarse length of a trees root. Some of its nails digging into the solidity of wood beneath as it took up a hunters pose. It's maw beginning to snarl before it barked ferociously in Torienthos' direction. It was times like these that the elf in the trees above sometimes wished he did practice the use of hiding magi as often as he breathed. He was still not pinpointed by the druid just yet, though the figure did begin to step in such a direction, his arcane staff hefted up, but not being used to aid his walking. Through the druids thick beard, one could barely see the mans' lips moving, casting a spell, especially from such a distance. There was thus, always the possibility that he would remain unseen, and untargeted of any of those particular spells. Torienthos waited. His heart beating with a fierce solidity within his chest as his breaths shortened. His whims awakening to await a moment to spur himself alive and into action. Then the spell was cast. A radiance of light was sent leaping forth from the Druids' staff in the designated area the oversized canine was still barking at. It's bark louder than any humans' pet as it's very body was so much more the larger. And thus, it's call to alarm was able to be heard from even farther away. To both druid and elven comrade alike. The radiance of light no doubt was seen to the elf as an illumination that lit up the very area the caster was standing in, the area of effect was large enough to reach a good 40 feet in all directions before it was sent upwards with a shove of the druids opening palm. Sending it into the heights of the trees beyond to see if it could light up what the beast was going on about with such loathing. Torienthos took it as his cue to hide from sight entirely in that moment. A swift movement from his haunches sent him leaping towards the base part of the tree he was perched upon. The branch below a whir of movement as his still bared hands were used to fathom the distance further. Handholds garnered and used to hurl the rest of his light-weight physique into angles that his abdominals were keen to twist and pivot through. Just enough velocity and momentum was used to spiral himself along the length of the very branchs' thickness. Using it to conceal much of his movement before he purchased something along the towering trunk of the tree to grasp and bear his weight. And a breath. The illuminating spell passed through the spot he had been perched upon a breath or two prior. His own figure no doubt would be viewable to any in any direction behind him now, though he had but to wait and see how dense these druids held the woods with their number. One breath, two, three. No missle or shout of further alarm was heard. Not even a rustle. It only meant the area was not their immediate encampment, and they gathered elsewhere in greater numbers. Unless the druid was up to all of this banditry alone. Something he could chance, but highly doubted. A silent curse could be heard echoing briefly below as the target was not discovered. Torienthos decided it a good moment to scale further down the trees' wide base. Gnolled wood and fissured slidden along and grasped until he could find a spot he could lean without the use of his hands to bear his weight and balance. Such a time was shortly given as another enchantment was heard begun. Before a humans' grunt was used to throw a handful of acorns shooting into the air in the rangers direction. Suddenly the tree itself even shook as it was part of all that was blasted with a force of magi and deliberant damage that leaves began to fall away from branches above. Sending a ruckus of sounds and bristlings as the ancient tree was awakened and stoicly dealt with the harmful affect to it's barkskinned flesh. Another of the blasts erupted against the branch above and beyond him, the power sent the aged branch into a state of ensorcelment as vines swirled around it from the very tree itself to grasp and hold onto anything attached upon it's surface. A swarm of bugs ignited out of the enchantment to swirl and cloud the air with their presence. Toreinthos had only intent to get out of the paths of such magi, but he was not foolish enough to throw his life away, or fear that which was not going to directly harm him. A third impact was heard above and beyond the tree he was on as the third sending of magi sent with the first two managed to reach even further away before it struck something within the thick woodlands. Torienthos only had a breif moment before the scurge of bugs descended upon his spot mounted upon the trees' sturdy base. There was no way to bat them off and hold his balance at once. Nor was he of a manner to begin crying out in pain and let them eat away at his flesh so he could merely hide from those below. There was a preference to die fighting. There was the preference to not cower when one held enough skill to kill that which was below. There was always that chance, and one that often continued to occur, that one would encounter someone better than ye. That would test your skills and put you further into check. If one lived..there would always be the next one in line to learn something else from as well. |
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| Torienthos Encinosa | Sat Jun 9, 2018 4:18 am Post #5 |
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Bark skin was a very common spell, nearly every druid and rugby player who entered the woods was familiar with it. It also barely strained ones senses when ones willpower was deep enough. The druid below would liably be running out of spells at the rate he was at. Within a span of a few moments he'd already cast quite a few rudimentary spells. Was he trying to kill him all at once or scare him out of hiding? He knew not. He did begin to develop bark for skin. His body physically began to meld into the tree behind him as he leaned all the more strongly against it. The layers of leather armor were felt on his back as he pressed them against the quivers that also in the way. Yet as a solidary chant was quickly issued through his lips, his flesh took on the same hardened structure of bark as the tree he leant upon. Becoming very much like the tree itself. The first of the bugs landed on him, searching, walking along his arms, yet finding no flesh to eat away at. As more of them searched as the magic that was enpowering them controlled them, they found him not, nor harmed him. Yet, he felt it was not enough, and he visibly began to meld into the tree itself. His very presence sinking into another realm of existence. His spirit entering the threshold of the tree that was ancient and trying in its old, aged self to communicate. He traveled along its' structure, passing upwards through it's base till his spirit waned in its' upper reaches. The tree itself allowed him the freedom to pass and travel through its' contours. Till he emerged upon a higher branch further above. Even as he was emerging, he was reaching for the bow that was harnessed at his back. Waiting till the weave of magi would release it from the ethereal plane and allow it to be put to use. As soon as it was, it was drawn before him. Another hand dexterously bringing three arrows held between his lithe, spindly fingers to knock the lowermost shaft upon the tightening bowstring. Eyes of a tree sap like amber shifted below to search for the two targets awaiting the busying spree of the bugs below. They were confused why they were at a loss of eating away at what the raucous animal had been barking about. Any reason for it to bark again was silenced then after. As a shaft of light flickered in the air between the wood-elf and the ground below. The distance rapidly pursued until the arrow was the first of two that sunk into the huge immense creatures neck. Splattering blood onto the druids robes nearby. The snapping of a spinal cord sounded as the second arrow struck all the more deeply than the first. The short sentence of its' death toppled the creature from it's paws to cause it's bulk of furred weight to drop onto the wooden root workings of the ground beside it. The druid merely looked upwards, as if expecting his own fate of death. An unseen marksman was in the trees. Was the intruder accompanied by another? His guard dog turned out to be untrustworthy. His errant of spells was still being recovered from. Yet, the split second it would take to find the sought after shadow in the height of the treetops above was not enough to cast a spell for a druid. Perhaps for a wizard who could fidget a finger at a demon and cause it to cast a spell in that split second. But not a druid. And in that split second, a third arrow was already swirling through the air. The metallic beads' aim blithering through the druids skull where the opening of an eye was allowed to perceive it's path and his fate. A shame there was no “hello” , but only death as an invitation and introduction. Torienthos waited in the tree tops for a lasting lingering moment of peace. The still considering buzz of bugs were below, though far enough away not to disturb him as he watched below for any companions who might come out and discover the fate of their comrade. |
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