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by **Miril** on Fri May 23, 2008 11:34 am

The chicken smelled fantastic as it cooled in front of Rile, the first few bites of it were fantastic. Rile shifted uncomfortably in his wooden chair, listening and waiting. He drank his mead fairly quickly in an attempt to quench his thirst from a day of resting without a drop of liquid. The only thing left on his rusted bronze plate was a large chicken, the last of a meal well worth what was needed to pay for it. Rile quickly heated his chicken before taking a large bite out of one of the legs of the dead fowl.

Suddenly Rile was aroused from his wondrous meal, he had totally forgotten about those who he had just sat by. "I am Litania, Mage of Iaos and General of the Iaosian Guard. How fares your travels, friend? I have not seen another of our kind for a long time." Litania's smile dropped slightly, "I don't know how long you have been away from the planet but I am saddened to bring you the news... The Kandra have virtually destroyed Iaos. There are few of us left now. I am sorry," said the woman who had been eating as Rile looked up towards her.

After a moment of processing, Rile realized that the woman was speaking elvish! So that’s what she was! After a slight excitement over the fact that the woman was an elf, Rile was suddenly dismayed at the fact that his home world was now no longer really his. Suddenly Rile felt alone. A fantastic day had just been ruined. Rile felt his body getting hotter and realized that he was beginning to summon fire, and not controlled fire. That was the first time in years that Rile had lost control, even a little. ‘Temper, Rile, temper,’ he thought, calming himself down.

Shaking off the look of amazement he knew he was wearing on his face Rile formed a response. "Greetings, Litania," he said in elvish that he hadn’t used in quite some time,"I am Rile, military mage of laos. I welcome you; I have been here for… quite some time." Rile stumbled when he tried to say how long he had been on Earth, he frankly had no idea, "I am… dismayed to hear what has happened to our wondrous planet, I haven’t heard news of laos for nearly as long as I’ve been here. It’s a sad thing, we were strong once," remembering his manners, Rile asked her politely, "What brings you here, kind Elf?"

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by **ShadowWake** on Fri May 23, 2008 12:22 pm

"The need for aid," Litania said gravely, fearing she had demolished what had been a pleasant day for the elf named Rile, "And the fear that it will not be long before all of us are gone."

Her pale blue gaze shifted back to her table and the others gathered around before returning to Rile.

"Will you join us?" she asked the man in the Earthen tongue for the benefit of her companions, "We can talk further while we fill our stomachs. I cannot stay long here: I must be well away from here on the morrow. I fear the Kandra are a lot closer than I expected," she added in elvish, so as not to worry the young girl Alicen, "Their stink is already upon the wind. I may even need to leave this night but I will know better later. Come, break your fast with us, there's plenty of room."

Litania made her way back to the table, shifting her chair to one side to allow Rile to join them. Smiling at Alicen, she drew the cat off her shoulder and sat it upon her lap, stroking it as she talked.

"He is an elf from my planet," she explained, unable to help the grin that fixed itself upon her features; she was not as alone as she first thought after all... "His name is Rile and from what I can tell, he has a good heart and a powerful mind. Hopefully he will join us."

by **Miril** on Fri May 23, 2008 12:47 pm

Rile shifted to look back at his chicken for a moment, placing his tin fork on the table. Litania’s response triggered motion again as he looked towards her blue eyes. "The need for aid," was the first thing she said, Rile figured that since laos had been taken over, that wasn’t hard to believe, "And the fear that it will not be long before all of us are gone." Frankly, if she needed help, he would give it. Any fellow elf was a friend in his book, at least here on Earth.

She then proceeded to ask Rile if he would join her little group, bound for who knows where. A little more than Rile was hoping for, though when she mentioned the Kandra again he got worried. Her exact words were, speaking in elvish for no apparent reason… maybe she was trying to hide it from her friends, "fear the Kandra are a lot closer than I expected, their stink is already upon the wind. I may even need to leave this night but I will know better later." Rile was frightened by that to some degree, he didn’t want to have this entire world engaged in a war that he knew they would probably lose.

After a few introductions, Rile picked up his chicken and went to sit at Litania’s table. The table was no different from his, though it had some excess food on it. As Rile went to pick up his chicken he said, in the same language Litania last spoke, "Thank you, and yes, I will help all that I can. We elves need to stick together, especially now that… well, now that laos is as it is."

by **Alacer Phasmatis** on Fri May 23, 2008 2:46 pm

"He is an elf from my planet," Litania said with a broad smile, "His name is Rile and from what I can tell, he has a good heart and a powerful mind. Hopefully he will join us." Rile. Interesting, a dark elf. Viri's ears strained to understand the elvish that so easily flowed between the two. She had studied it in college, but the words were distant memories; what she picked up now was too rough and disjointed. ..closer...I..stink...already...wind...I may even need...night...I will know better. What in heaven's name am I supposed to do with that? With a slight huff of displeasure (which she hoped Litania would pick up-- she hated secrets!), Viri sat on her lap.

Rile brought over the chicken he'd been eating. He returned, saying something in more elvish gibbersish. Well, at least this is easier to understand. Lets's see, he said 'thank you'...then, 'I will help', something about elves, and something about Iaos. I guess that that means he's coming with us? With a very pointed, purposeful look at the stranger, Viri stood regally and circled him, taking deep sniffs of the air around him.

She noted heavy undertones of ash and fire cinders, almost as if from within. There was a distinct possibility that the guy had either been in a burning building during the previous hour, or that he could control fire-magic. She opted for the latter. He also smelled elven, but there was much of the human's scent on him, as well as forests and villages. She thought that she recognized one of the various odors lingering on the elf from a nearby town. Did that mean he traveled a lot, or went to a lot of places--? Litania trusted him well enough; Rile even smelled like a nice person, as opposed to the nervous anger and muscular tension she picked up from the untrustworthy. Affirming her approval with a satisfied purr, she returned to Litania's lap. Viridis almost felt glad that Mimi had chased her, seeing how the people she'd ended up meeting were like.

by **Alacer Phasmatis** on Sun May 25, 2008 6:58 am

by **ShadowWake** on Sun May 25, 2008 7:41 am

Litania nodded gratefully at Rile's words, watching with a slight smile as the cat investigated the newcomer and then returned to her lap, an almost inaudible purr emerging from its belly. She scratched it behind the ears with one hand and finished off the last of the bread with the other, placing the spoon in the empty soup bowl.

"Where is the nearest landing-ground or sea-port?" she enquired generally, arranging her cloak so that it was more comfortable. She seemed quite tired all of a sudden, the fight back on her home-world and the chase by the reptilians from K'Tar finally catching up with her; a full belly and good company only heightened the feeling.

Litania supressed a yawn and turned to smile at each of her companions, her blue eyes still bright in her pale face. "I will join Reno in a short while to rest," she told them, "You are welcome to join me or find accomodation of your own. I will find you when we need to leave; if you are joining me, then please have all the stuff you need ready before you rest..." She paused, wondering how much to tell them without increasing worry and then decided that keeping them in the dark would build more concern.

"The men chasing me have not rested for as long as I thought they would," Litania admitted, keeping her gaze steady. She would not let them know how much this concerned her: it meant that the Kandra were more intent on getting hold of her than she realised. "It means we may have to leave a few hours before dawn, rather than at the sun rise, but we still have a good headstart. If we can find a ship, then we'll have the advantage. Until then, Alicen and the two..." she sought for the right word but couldn't quite find it, "Alicen, Mimi and the cat can ride on Reno with me: Fox and Rile, you may have to purchase a horse from the innkeep."

Presenting a few more pieces of gold in her hand, Litania placed the coins on the table. "That should be plenty to buy you both a mount. I will provide the dragoon with the same - if he wants to join us."

Standing, Litania picked up the cat and inclined her head to each of the people present.

"Lavendra, Jespa," she said in elvish farewell, "I will call for you on the morrow," and she turned, making her way towards the barn.

((My next post will be the next day, so when everyone's posted I'll go ahead and fast-forward time. ^_^ ))

by **Village Alchemist** on Mon May 26, 2008 7:45 am

Exhilerating was the only word for it. The wind, always his close compatriot, wisped lighty through his fingers, manipulated by his will, thrust into the sail of his air-skiff.

He should have been getting down to the planet's surface, but, though it was unbeffiting of a scholar of his station, Rin Indavida was having too much fun to stop. Earth's atmosphere was warm and pleasant compared to that of his home, the frozen sattelite Lamanos VII. It was a joy to fly through.

After circling around the village he was bound for four or five times, he at last resigned himself to the business of landing. A craft as small as his had no need of a true spaceport, so he touched down on the surface of a lake at the edge of the settlement.

By manipulating a few more gentle gusts, the Wind-Mage sailed his skiff to the lakeshore. He jumped out with a rope in hand, and tied his vessle up to a nearby tree. He pulled from his coat pocket a stick of charcoal, and began to draw lines on the rocky ground.

The pattern he sketched would be a magical ward. This was one of the few magics he knew that he had not learned from the monostary at Lamanos VII. Instead, it had been practiced by the Miinom, the native huntsmen who had raised him. Back home, it had been used to ward off predators by casting frightening (but illusory) images around the area if something threatening approached. Now, Mr. Indavida used it to protect his boat from greedy humans.

A curious concern. Master Thasalas, the elf in charge of his monostary, had warned him that Earth was plagued by theives. It made little sense to Mr. Indavida; if any of the locals had need of a boat, would they not have already aquired one by now? Still, the Master knew best.

When Mr. Indavida finished drawing his runes, he grabbed his backpack--which contained only food and emergency medical supplies--and headed off towards the village.

Elation filled him. He was going to see Earth, home of his forefathers. He thought of the sights he might see. He thought of the ancient ruined city of New York and it's Liberty Titan, the mysterious spire-buildings of Thailand, the Great Library of Washintgon, the mysterious jungles of South America, the royal tombs of Giza......

Or, perhaps, he would find tiny farming villages full of country bumpkins. Either way, he was eager to see this world.

He got halfway there before the sun began to set. Finding a soft, warm bit of bare soil, he shrugged off his pack and prepared for a meal and a rest in the woods.

by **Alacer Phasmatis** on Mon May 26, 2008 8:43 am

Night had settled. Litania and the others were going to rest, but ever since she'd aquired her feline body, Viri'd found she prefered her sleep at dawn or late afternoon. So for the time being, she'd prowl through the forest.

The warm perfumes and odors of the sleeping (and in some cases, awakening) forest ensnared her. It was much like opium with the opposite effect, serving to stimulate and excite her. Bright eyes glowed in the wilderness. She continued to pick her way through the territory she'd marked off. Rain from a few days past still dampened the leaves with a mild humidity, much to the joy of the chirping crickets and earthworms she hoofed past. She'd try another experiment tonight. The events of the last few hours had re-instilled her faltering determination to leave this body.

Pushing her way through whippets of vines and branches, she made her way to a clearing. The wind blew the scent of a human not too far away. Viridis would have to be quick. Using a chipped rock, she drew a pentagram in the earth, the moist soil forming lines better than even chalk would have. Words in the ancient language of the Romans, who were even older than the ancient Americans, were etched outside of each point. Carefully, a hexagram, followed by an ourosboros, was drawn with careful precision within those.

Cats couldn't speak. Or rather, they couldn't speak any tongue other than their feline languages. Viri hoped to counteract that by writing the spell outside of the hexagram, whilst thinking the words. It was what mute mages had done in college.Per terra quod calx . The etched words warmed nearly imperceptibly. Vox valde. A faint silvery glow. Verto is cattus somes humanus. The words wavered on the edges, and Viri felt a momentary lapse in the influence of the cat's mind. Her own intellect flamed briefly, then died down. Drat it all. If only she could summon her personal magic, the way humans did! Her current predatory mind wasn't strong enough to do so, and as the years went by, it only weakened. She was running out of time until her magic was completely stoppered...

*********

A tiny cat silently padded towards the human's place, a fox noted. He had a litter that was being weaned. A cat is food. Hot, fresh food. He trailed after her.

Viri heard the crunch of paws on leaves. Her fur flattened against her body as she swivelled her ears back, the better to hear her pursuers. The creature was down wind. She wouldn't run, instead choosing to carefully pick through the undergrowth. Yellow eyes at the edge of her vision...! The cat toook over the human, and she ran hard, her little legs tearing through the leaves and ferns, Behind her, the hot, rank breath of a fox getting closer, closer...

A heavy weight bowled her over, and her air was cut off. Terror and adrenaline coursed through her being as the horrid teeth clamped tighter around her... and then color. The dark emerald tree trunks and teal leaves became green and brown. The toadish color of the fox's tail became a russet orange, and she found it much harder to see in the dark. Yelping in sudden shock, the trembling fox immediately release her.

Grinning, Viridis the Human watched it slink away. Tangled brown hair curled where gray fur had been. Brown eyes, not wide green, looked at a world of colors. Human lungs breathed damp air, devoid of intoxicating scents, and in place of her glossy coat, she wore the tattered robes of an aspiring mage. But then the last of her fear subsided...and she was a cat again. Depressed, she loped back to the barn, curling in the crook of Litania's arm. Anyone who looked at her would have sworn she was nothing more than a docile pet.

by **Miril** on Mon May 26, 2008 12:12 pm

It wasn’t a hard thing for Rile to find a horse that was of some quality, at least quality enough to survive whatever journey awaited himself and the beast. Rile had purchased the animal from an apparently well known breeder after denying Litania’s money with a polite ‘I’m grateful, but there is no need for your money to be wasted on such things’ in as many words (seeing as he had plenty of his own), and saying good night to them. He took note of where they were heading as they exited the inn in case he needed to find them in the morning. Rile was surprised to hear of a Dragoon from Litania before he left, he had not seen one, much less talked with one, in quite some time.

It hadn’t been long since Rile had last rested; he had, after all, just woken up from a deep slumber that lasted almost an entire day. He had no need for sleep at that point in time, and so tried to occupy his night by searching for things that he might need during the next few days on the road. He, of course, bought some food; though not more than he could carry easily, and also purchased a wonderfully designed drinking flask to fill with water. He checked his clothing for holes of any sort, anything that might get caught on something and hinder his movement, and repaired those he found. After a few hours of browsing in town for items Rile had all he needed.

After about twenty minutes of searching for his horse, Rile found the escapee and tied it again next to his riding equipment (saddle, bit, and the like). He then named the horse Runaway after what it had just put Rile through. The wonderful dark brown horse played with Rile’s fingers as he leaned against the tree it was tethered to, looking down on the dark town.

Later in the night Rile awoke, finding that he had fallen asleep again, slouched against the tree. Runaway was still standing next to him, thankfully. The sorcerer from laos stood after a deep sigh and took a whiff of the night air. It wasn’t as clear as he thought it would be, he smiled as he inhaled a bit of smoke from a few chimneys down below. Rile thought of the blazing fires that warmed the houses’ inhabitants down below, he thought of what it felt like to have a comfortable bed to sleep in with that heat at your back. Then he remembered that he could recreate that with little trouble.

Not wanting to fall asleep again Rile picked up a few sticks ready to do whatever was necessary to entertain himself, piled them a few feet away from his belongings and Runaway, and then proceeded to light them. He watched as the flames grew higher. As soon as he felt that they would begin to set the woodland around him on fire Rile pulled them down and focused them into a little ball of white light that melted the sticks below. With the sticks gone Rile willed the ball of white fire to hover in the air in front of him, careful not to let it touch his face. After several minutes of extreme warmth and concentration Rile put his hands around the ball, his gloves protecting the frail skin of his palms from the intense heat, and pushed; extinguishing the flame. Soon after Rile picked up his things and walked towards town and the inn he had been in several hours ago, ready for whatever awaited him with Litania and her friends.

by **The Rogue Doll** on Tue May 27, 2008 11:11 am

Nexis was circling the inn. He was walking at a slow pace, shuffling his feet along the ground. At the same time he rubbed his hands together and hummed a tuneless song. Little sparks tumbled from under his feet every once in a while. Little lights flared and died as he continued his trek around and around at a meticulously slow pace. As he came around the front of the building, his eyes followed an approaching man.

He turned the corner and walked away, continuing his shuffle. Soon enough he had come back around to the front and the building. The man was closer to the inn and Nexis could see now that he was an elf. Energy seeped from the man and Nexis started shuffling in place, sparks still shooting off every so often.

His eyes were getting blurry and stinging from lack of sleep. He usually got this way just after midnight until dawn hit when more people would be awake to distract him from the pain of not sleeping. He stared at the elven man as he approached, light light dark. Light light dark. Spark spark sizzle silence.

by **Alacer Phasmatis** on Thu May 29, 2008 3:44 pm

((new day yet?

))

by **ShadowWake** on Thu May 29, 2008 4:03 pm

((Sorry everyone, new day will be tomorrow. I've just had a really rubbish last few hours and need to get some sleep to sort my head. Hopefully Myrin will post in the meantime (if any of you find her online when I'm off, can you give her a poke for me? And the dude playing the dragoon - can't remember his name...) but either way, I'll do my next post tomorrow. Sorry again for the wait!

))

by **Alacer Phasmatis** on Thu May 29, 2008 4:35 pm

(('sall right, good luck with packing up your flat and whatnot

))

by **ShadowWake** on Thu Jun 05, 2008 4:58 am

((I'm going to continue assuming Alicen and the dragoon are tagging along.))

The sky was a deep royal blue, stars spattering the early morning heavens like diamonds, and Litania woke to the sound of gentle breathing and the sensation of soft fur against her bare arm. Fully awake within a few seconds, she stood gracefully from her position on the floor, smiling at the sight of the cat's pale form blending in with the hay. She stretched and picked up her dark cloak, dusting off the remains of straw before slipping it over her shoulders and strapping the narrow long-sword to her back.

"Latkaveya milani, cat," Litania told the animal as it blinked up at her with bright green eyes, slipping automatically into her native tongue, "Time to make our move."

With quick, easy moves, she tacked up Reno and led him out of the barn, his hooves clopping softly upon the dirt track. Lights glowed dimly from the inn in the early morning twilight and Litania noticed a silhouette standing not too far from the doorway. She paused in the middle of the street and beckoned the elf, knowing he could see her as well as she could see him. As the man approached, she closed her eyes, fishing with her magic to find the rest of her companions before sending a gentle summons.

"Livanda, Jespa," Litania greeted Rile with a smile as he moved to stand before her, "How fared your night?"

by **Miril** on Thu Jun 05, 2008 7:39 pm

A certain master of flames yawned as he shook himself fully awake. The sounds of a several people and a horse approaching scared Rile at first, who was nearly falling asleep already after so much of it in the past few days. He truly was old. After a few moments they came into view. With a quick look Rile noticed it to be Litania and those that spent the night with her, as well as a horse that he assumed to be Litania’s as well. “Livanda, Jespa,” the elf said as Rile approached her armed with a smile and wave, “How fared your night?”

“Well enough, thank you,” answered Rile with a slight nod replacing a formal bow that he might have done in different conditions, “and you? I hope that you all had a quick nap before awakening again. Is everyone here, or are we going to wait for a few others?”

Rile’s movements were less than graceful, but he tried to fix himself in a comfortable standing position without falling over. He noticed that he was cold. A second later he figured out that it wasn’t him, it was the air. With a thought Rile heated the air around them just enough to be comfortable, attempting to avoid the awkward ‘who did that!’ statement that usually followed a sudden change in heat in the immediate vicinity of Rile. Without thinking Rile’s eyes moved towards Litania’s magnificent horse, its black coat blending seamlessly with the night sky. ‘A wonderful way to begin the day,’ he thought to himself, ‘a beautiful one, at least.’

by **ShadowPhoenix** on Fri Jun 06, 2008 12:01 pm

Talaris looked at the land far, far below her. Spotting a tiny village in the early morning light, she began her descent. She aimed for a bit of forest beyond the town so that she could land without startling anyone. With a sigh, she landed in a clearing.

A few days ago, a freak storm had started up while she had been flying. It had driven her off course, and now she had no idea where she was. I hope someone in the village can tell me, or better yet, show me a map. She thought. And if I’m still lost, I can probably find someone to give me directions to the nearest city.

Stretching her black wings one last time, she shifted into her elvish form. She shrugged out of her knapsack, and pulled out her dark brown cloak. Putting the backpack back on, and putting the cloak on, she walked toward the dusty road that she had seen from the air.

Finally, she stood at the crest of the hill that overlooked the village. Looking down, she saw an two elves- a dark elf and a regular elf. Talaris could see the magic that hovered around them. The dark elf was probably a fire-mage, but she wasn’t certain what the other elf was.

She swallowed nervously. Should I ask them where I am? Or should I just leave? I can’t go back into the forest now, that would surely gain their attention. She hovered, still very uncertain. Another thought struck her, and she nearly panicked. What if they don’t speak the same elvish dialect that I learned?

Regretting her decision to shift into an elf, she slowly walked towards the two, hoping that they wouldn’t notice her.

by **Alacer Phasmatis** on Fri Jun 06, 2008 7:50 pm

Litania stirred, her beautiful eyes opening to the star-strewn night. Her eyes reflected the twinkling orbs as she spoke to Viridis, who still blinked away the last vestiges of sleep. "Latkaveya milani, cat,". Her spine made tiny, nearly inaudible cricks as the cat stretched and gave a huge feline yawn.

Reno's hooves clopped by her whiskers, the black horse's tack gleaming with a dull luster in the dark. Rising to her paws, Viri trotted after them. The two elves whispered greetings, Rile's constant scent of ash and smoke increasing as he impercievably heated up the air around him. The smell of cinders made her sneeze.

Movement-- there was something in the forest. Her green eyes, orbs reflecting all they saw, noted the dark outline of a bipedal creature, perhaps elvish, if the stance and willowy form were anything to judge by. The person began to move towards them. "Mewrrrow!" she howled, nipping at Litania's fair ankle before darting through the grass towards the being. If she posed any threat-- any at all-- the elf-woman needed to know.

by **ShadowPhoenix** on Sun Jun 08, 2008 7:11 am

Talaris hesitantly continued towards the two elves. She didn’t have much choice, really. Even if she didn’t want to talk to them, she had to pass them to get into the town.

She noticed a sleek form dart towards the female elf, brushing against her

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