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PostSubject: A storm comes....(SoD Event #1)   Mon Aug 12, 2013 3:08 am

They say the worst storms are those that go unheard, far out in ocean, past the crashing waves of the sandy shores. Coppery wings glided through thick storm clouds, and sharp gold eyes watched as the storm twisted and turned, drawing up into itself volumes of water from the seas own surface. A crash of lightening set the leathery wings to turn quickly upon the winds beckon towards the island over the horizon, thunder rumbling with a fury unseen on land. As the winds howled their misery, savage teeth bared, glistening in the heavy rainfall, and the startling crackle of lightening that tore through the black curtain of the sky.

One could only presume the wayward soul that dipped, rose and fell with the winds was in some sort of chase for some unseen object or perhaps searching for something that only they might know. A low rumble shuddered through the air, as a massive scaled cranium rose from the churning seas and lifted up over the wild turning waves. Huge eyes of sapphire blue rolled to wakefulness, and green-stained opal scales lit with a ghostly fire as lightening crashed again. The winged one that turned in the winds circled the massive head as it cast about, looking with a barely awakened gaze. "Svabol shinalta?" The ancient rumbled above the thunder that rolled and crashed about the two dragons, the young and the elder catching glance of one another.



The winged one in the air circled again before landing on the giant draconic snout, peering in the right eye of the ancient. "You have been dead for sometime..." The ancients head rose further, as it drew itself from the seas, wings spread, causing waves to rip through the tides and spread away from where it had awakened from it's long slumber. "Dead? Child of the embers, I am far from dead." The voice so familiar to the smaller dragon, the copper and gold dragon clutching to the ancients snout as it's nose nearly bumped against the sapphire surface of the ancients eye, the ancient reacting with a quick closure of it's second lid, shielding it from harm as the rumbling voice spoke once more, this time tinged with a weariness that beheld an ageless life and†millennia†of experiences. "Tell me Child of embers, what day and years is it?"†


"Tis spring, of the year 245 After Redemption, elder." A crackle of thunder quenched the voice of the ember child, as the copper and gold figure darted up into the air to escape possibly strikes from the strengthening tropical storm. In such, the ancients head tilted up, staring in intrigue before speaking again, calling after the ember dragon. "I will not forget this meeting, Child of Fire, we will meet again. Soon." With a glance down to the ancient below, the ember dragon shouted above the churning waves, and the wild thunder that followed the crackling lightening that danced in the sky. "I would certainly hope so, Truth. It is time for the keys to be joined." The ember dragon blinked a moment, gold eyes flickering with inner fires of molten power, dancing from the ancient towards the eye of the storm headed their way and it shouted again. "Rise, and join your children. Bahamut summons thee." With that said, the ember dragon surged forth towards the eye of the storm, diving straight into the funnel and straight towards the heavenly peace above the storm clouds that churned the seas so violently.†


The ancient watched, blinking for a moment as it cleared it's sight and roused the old brain from it's resting state, and threw itself from the sea, tall waves surging away and parting from the giant spread of wings. The mass of the dragon clearing the ocean, green kelp, seaweed and barnacles clung to parts of the massive frame, but the joints still functional. Within a few moments the elder dragon kissed the sky with blessed wings, the mistress of the seas letting the dragons journey be met with no trouble.....as an elder god has summoned the dragon to His service.†


Baesonna awoke with a gasp, jolting up from the pile of tangled sheets in the cabin bunk, the sea tossed the ship as the storm intensified outside of the safety of the cabin, and the tapping of the heavy rain on the port window captured the frightened dragon†disciples†attention. Was it all just a dream? Her breathing slowed as she calmed herself, watching the rainfall tap at the glass and heaved herself from the bunk to dress. Her naked frame swayed naturally with the motion of the ship and the turbulent sea, her hair tickling the base of her back, leaving her well aware of her exposed state. Within moments, she was digging through her travel chest at the foot of the bunk, pulling out her gear and buckling her belt and harness. Those amber eyes flicked up from the buckle to glance at the port window once more as she slid the dagger into it's sheath. Something was out there, it prickled her senses, the hair on the back of her neck rose and brought a shiver to her back as she pressed the crossbow to it's harness on her back and flipped the oiled raincloak and hood into place to protect her from the worst of the heavy rainfall.†


For a moment it was there, glistening gold eyes and copper scaled face peered into the port window, a clawed hand pressed to the glass for a moment before it darted away, it saw the Emberchild, it knew, it knew what she was. She resonated with the deep fires magick, and her aura so very rich. The drake flicked up into the air and ducked into the folds of the rocking ships sails. The ships crew had taken advice to draw them up to avoid tearing and breaking of the mast in the heavy storm, giving the drake ample room to hide from the worst of the storm it'self.†


The elf shut the door behind her securely, ensuring that it did not open and let the pour of rainwater sweep into the room to mildew. Rushing towards the first stable support beam, she climbed up, her eyes closed against the stinging rain as she tilted her head up, as if she were looking with her eyes yet instead her nose twitched, and her right ear pricked sharply. Her voice called out over the shattering thunder. "Out with you, drake. What is it you seek here?" The ember drake clung to the sails, remaining quiet, picking carefully what it chose to say in reply. Bae in her impatience spoke again. "Our sails are only so strong, drake. Speak up, or leave us. The choice is yours." "I come to warn. The gods call the ancients from the seas, the dead are rising again and the draco-lich may rise with them. Warn the city of the elves, warn them - there is little time to prepare." Baesonna's eyes flicked open to stare up at the drake, it's gold eyes staring right back with a worrisome whirl of green in their surfaces, the copper twitch of it's wings reflected nervousness as lightening shot through the skies and struck the top of the mast, sending the drake screaming at the top of it's lungs in pain and fright as it was lit with ghostly fire from the lightening strike...until it hit the crashing waves. It's body twisted and turned about in the waves, battling to surface, it's body too ravaged by the strike of lightening to do any good.†


Baesonna called out to the ships crew, beckoning them to bring out a net and casted it out to the drake in hopes it had the strength to pull itself up. The net held by the hands of ten men, and two women, yanked twice with the pulls of the fighting drake, and went limp in their hands as the struggling draconic sank into the unforgiving sea's depths. Bae could only let out a wordless cry, lurching towards the starboard, hanging to the edge of the ship as she tried to call out to the drake, helpless to bring it the aid it so†desperately†needed. Those gold eyes, still of any power, dulled as the drake was pulled deeper into the sea, it's fighting ceased as deaths grasp claimed the fighters spirit in the drake and left only the glistening shell that sank to the floor of the mistress of the sea.


The elf could only watch, the ships crewmen fighting to keep her from going overboard. Tears poured down her cheeks as she screamed again and again to try to give the drake something in the way of encouragement to keep fighting, her voice cracking as she saw the dulling in the drakes eyes and lost sight of the draconic form as the seas claimed it's sacrifice as it's own. It took three men to keep her from the drake and the seas hungry waves, and it took two to bring her back to the cabin. She was listless as they left her to sit in the bunk alone, with a steaming bowl of fish and seaweed soup, and waybread. Shocked that a drake would go so far to warn the mortal races...shocked that one of her own kin would give it's life, just to warn a lesser people of dangers to come.


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PostSubject: Re: A storm comes....(SoD Event #1)   Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:08 am

The rocking motions of the ship churned with the rage of the storm, the wood creaking and straining against the might the storm. Of course, the ship was much more stable than that, nothing at all like the river canoes that Ogrun was so used to in the Greenwood Forest. In a heavy inhale, he breathed in the smells of the cargo hold, a mix of boxed spices, tanned leathers, moth balls for boxed cloths, and the preserved food set aside for such long voyages. They were well secured, of course, lashed down by leather cords and thick coiled rope soon after the storm was sighted. It was the smallest crates that would occasionally fall and slide along the deck of the cargo hold that made this voyage more uncomfortable than it was already. Rising on the apex of another wave, the Druid steadied himself with the sharp drop, a small crate just barely missing him by a hair. In his meditation, the Druid was focused on other places; places that he'd probably never live to see again. This journey was one of solitude and isolation, a spiritual journey as much as a physical one. His thoughts went back in time.

"Where do you think the seed is going to pull you, hm?" The forest giant eyed the much smaller Ogrun as he asked this question.

"I do not know, Loffrick," Ogrun closed his fingers over the acorn, a simple nut to any outsider but a very valuable source of life to the Druids. The man felt a pull, a tug on his heart, his soul, as he slowly turned East. Loffrick stepped slowly to sit down beside him, when standing he was twice the height of a grown man and when sitting his height was cut in half. The Druid spoke, looking at his mentor, "This direction."

Nodding the forest giant pointed towards the horizon, the trees bent their trunks so as to reveal what lay beyond the forest, the pair was greeted by the setting sun. "That is East, Ogrun. There is a land, far to the East, that is in need of life, of a forest. Now, take a deep breath, what do you smell?"

Ogrun breathed in deeply, as was his teacher's directions, almost gagging on the smell that came with the wind through the opening that the trees had opened. "The sea... I remember going there once, to see the fishing village. It was a long time ago."

Loffrick smiled, "I remember that day, you were very young. You were excited to go there. You learned that there are those who depend on the world to survive, the soil around that village was unfit for farming and so, they had to fish."

"Loffrick," the student looked at his teacher again, previously distracted by the beauty of the sunset. "Must I go to the village again to restore the soil?"

The forest guardian shook his head, "No, dear Ogrun. You must cross the sea."

A crash of thunder woke Ogrun from his trance, the booming splash of something massively heavy hitting the waters set the ship into another rocking motion, on top of the waves that it climbed over. The druid tumbled into a roll, crashing into the wall of the hold, as a number of boxes and crates landed on top of him. The man groaned in pain, crawling out of the displaced pile. Groping around for his staff, he used it to pick himself up to his feet, a hand instinctively going for his necklace; it was still there. Walking up the stairs, with the occasional stumble and near fall, he managed to leave the hold and emerge to the outside deck. When he opened the door, he was greeted by the sound of angry thunder and the breath of a furious gust. Gripping the door, he steadied himself as the wind tried to knock him down the stairs. Ogrun felt a feeling creep up his spine. For one reason or another, this was not an ordinary storm.
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PostSubject: Re: A storm comes....(SoD Event #1)   Thu Aug 15, 2013 2:22 pm

The scent of death and rot hung heavy in the winds as the ship cut through the lingering storm and fog. There was something†eerie†about the amount of thick fog that hugged the†coastline† figures half seen dancing in the shadows of the night, and creeping even during daylight with what fog remained from the bright sun's burning rays.†


As the ship came to dock, Baesonna was already set to disembark as soon as she could. Ever since the storm had rocked the ship with it's fury, she had felt like she was being watched, and something often was creeping on the edge of her sight in the shadows. This left the dragon disciple extremely wary and anxious to get on solid earth that she was most familiar with. The sooner, the better.


Never had she felt such a chill as the one she experienced when she left the ship and the†ship's crew†behind. As she walked down the†piers†towards the market place, she kept tossing nervous glances over her shoulder as she sensed wandering†malevolent†eyes. It was not a normal day at all, the crowd in the market was fairly sparse, and there seemed to be fewer guards as well. A group of guards rushed past her, following a frightened captain that kept beckoning them along. The dragon disciple could do nothing but watch on as they brushed past her in a rush, all of them looked to be frightened to her.†


What is going on? What did I miss? She questioned herself as she stumbled into a pair of women browsing the grocers shopfront, drawing angered glares and annoyed huffs as they moved away from her. Confused and frustrated with the smattering of people that kept brushing past her, she stormed past a group of children playing marbles, and a pair of bullying teens picking on a smaller kid and grabbed for the nearest guard on duty. "What is going on in the city? I've never seen patrols frightened and rushing around like ants.." The guard stammered a moment before mentioning a warning from the imperial watch of vampiric activity, drawing a sharp frown to Baesonna's lips. She gave a terse nod before she released the guard and barreled with her duffel straight towards the the palace.


She had words to share with the ruler....and nothing was going to stop her from doing just that.


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PostSubject: Re: A storm comes....(SoD Event #1)   Sat Aug 24, 2013 9:04 am

As Ogrun emerged from the ship, a powerful gust had sent him tumbling down below decks. In a mess of cloak, man, and staff, he crashed into a pile of crates and was unconscious until the ship had finally reached the shore.

When he awoke, he was sore all over and his head was beaten upon like drums. Awkwardly, he struggled up the stairs again. The daylight revealed what a mess the storm had truly caused. He used his staff for support, grimacing at each step as he found his way through the pier and marketplace. With legs shaking and muscles crying for relief, he collapsed underneath a tree. No one seemed to pay him any mind, though, too busy rushing about and worrying about much more important matters than a foreign stow-away.

The Druid shut his eyes during that time, resting the time away. Though his concentration faded in and out, interrupted frequently by the previous injury, he heard of what the fuss was all about. The undead, vampires specifically. Ogrun remembered hearing stories of them but seeing one, where he was from, was a rare event and not taken lightly. As a few hours passed, his body still sore but able to move without screaming like a banshee, he rose slowly using his walking staff as support.

Ogrun grasped at the necklace around his neck, gently curling his fist around the small acorn. Through it's magic, he felt the direction that he needed to go, lowered his hand, and continued onward. If he came across these vampires, he would certainly exercise caution.

Something stood in the edge of his vision, when he looked it was gone. He shook it off as weariness.
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PostSubject: Re: A storm comes....(SoD Event #1)   Sat Aug 31, 2013 6:11 am

OOC:Moving the rest of this portion of the story to the palace. Time waits for no one.
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