Feraspar
Falcon, familiar of Dhodrimme
She can change in size, carry one on her back, and has a very keen eye.
Falcon, familiar of Dhodrimme
She can change in size, carry one on her back, and has a very keen eye.
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Feraspar
Falcon
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lostamongtrees
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So begins...
Feraspar's Story
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Feraspar pierced the sky with a screech, watching the wanderers below. One seemed on a mission, uncomfortable on his feet, the other lurking in the shadows.
The setting changes from The Hidden Glen to Wing City Spaceport
Feraspar cried, the scream echoing to Dhodrimme. The bird had made it through the portal, and had come back for it's friend.
Feraspar hovered before the child, and cocked his head, before looping upward quickly. At the apex of his arc, the bird quadrupled in size, and was now at least the size of a griffin! It landed before the man in the suit and the boy.
Startled, Feraspar took off towards the portal. His wings created gusts of air that bothered the spaceport. The bird nevertheless disappeared through the portal, beak first.
The setting changes from Wing City Spaceport to The Sapphire Desert
With a piercing shriek, Feraspar plunged from nowhere in particular into the clear blue sky. There was not a single cloud, which disoriented the bird as it was of course blazing noon.
"Feraspar!" The call came from somewhere behind the bird, so it angled itself backwards and
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Beak first, in the sand. Rolling with a huff, the bird shook it's feathers and marched towards the stone faced Dhodrimme.
"Feraspar!" The call came from somewhere behind the bird, so it angled itself backwards and
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Beak first, in the sand. Rolling with a huff, the bird shook it's feathers and marched towards the stone faced Dhodrimme.
Feraspar dumped the elven prince from his back and took to the sky, searching for water or civilization.
"I am telling you," Dhodrimme said to his companion Kanazair, "There is no hope for us in these dunes."
Their layered scarves whipped in the harsh winds. Darkness would soon swallow them whole as night fell on the desert. With nothing but the packs on their back and the giant bird beneath them, they were left for dead.
"We'll find shelter," Kanazair pressed them forward.
Their layered scarves whipped in the harsh winds. Darkness would soon swallow them whole as night fell on the desert. With nothing but the packs on their back and the giant bird beneath them, they were left for dead.
"We'll find shelter," Kanazair pressed them forward.
Little did the lost ones know they while just a few miles from a great oasis. So close to it's life saving waters... Too close... For within the oasis stood the hidden city of Ulara. A city the Kadessa Confederation wished to stay hidden.
So out of the shadows appear figures. The looked human but with Platinum colored hair. The figures phased in and out like an illusion or perhaps a phantom....
"Turn Back!" Warned a chorus of voices. "Turn Back or Die!"
A bolt of light would strike near the lost ones. A warning....
"Turn back or Die!"
So out of the shadows appear figures. The looked human but with Platinum colored hair. The figures phased in and out like an illusion or perhaps a phantom....
"Turn Back!" Warned a chorus of voices. "Turn Back or Die!"
A bolt of light would strike near the lost ones. A warning....
"Turn back or Die!"
The giant falcon was unsettled by the lightning bolt, dancing backward from where it perched. Kanazair narrowed his brow. Dhodrimme was convinced it was time to take their leave.
"Not so fast," Murmered Kanazair. What where these odd figures? With hair like light, perhaps they were native elves of this region.
On cue, Dhodrimme called a greeting from his native tongue. The falcon spread it's wings.
"Not so fast," Murmered Kanazair. What where these odd figures? With hair like light, perhaps they were native elves of this region.
On cue, Dhodrimme called a greeting from his native tongue. The falcon spread it's wings.
A masked female figure flew forward wings of light shining from her back as daggers danced in the desert air around her. The other figures soon joined her forming wings of light like hers as they took position behind her.
"Leave now or die!" She commanded her voice magically altered to sound as if many spoke at once.
"Leave Now! Leave now!" The others behind her chanted as orbs of flame or weapons appeared in thier hands.
"Leave now or die!" She commanded her voice magically altered to sound as if many spoke at once.
"Leave Now! Leave now!" The others behind her chanted as orbs of flame or weapons appeared in thier hands.
Feraspar began to grow very, very large at the sight of the flying knives. With one great beating of his wings, Feraspar the falcon brought Dhodrimme and Kanazair to the skies. They rose high, high above the desert, just before Gaia's natural curvature would present herself as anything but flat.
"What is that?!" Kanazair shouted above the air whipping around them. Dhodrimme didn't answer. He feared what would conjure such measures to keep them away from a spot clearly marked on their map.
"Much has changed," Dhodrimme squinted into a sun. He then cast his gaze down below, to where they came from, cautious for what might happen next. These were not the sands of his youth, full of mystery and wonder. They were new sands. Sands changed with time. Sands that might prove scary for even an elven prince.
"What is that?!" Kanazair shouted above the air whipping around them. Dhodrimme didn't answer. He feared what would conjure such measures to keep them away from a spot clearly marked on their map.
"Much has changed," Dhodrimme squinted into a sun. He then cast his gaze down below, to where they came from, cautious for what might happen next. These were not the sands of his youth, full of mystery and wonder. They were new sands. Sands changed with time. Sands that might prove scary for even an elven prince.
"Watch them and make sure they leave..." Ordered Meru.
In response a new type of Wingly Airship was launched off. This ship was smaller than most other Wingly Airships but had a powerful new feature...
This new ship had a magic cloak that would keep it invisible to all but the most trained eye. The Ship aptly named Mist Shroud would move to shadow the bird and elves making sure they where truly leaving.
In response a new type of Wingly Airship was launched off. This ship was smaller than most other Wingly Airships but had a powerful new feature...
This new ship had a magic cloak that would keep it invisible to all but the most trained eye. The Ship aptly named Mist Shroud would move to shadow the bird and elves making sure they where truly leaving.
Feraspar felt movements in the air, noticed it shifting around a shape that was headed straight for them. He sent the image to Dhodrimme, who gave one of his enlarged feathers a light squeeze with his hand.
The bird snapped in his wings and dove, spiraling beak first for the sands. Right before he hit the dunes Feraspar pulled out from his dive and shot forward! A rainbow glimmered from the feathers on his crown, down his back, and fanned out across his tail. In an instant he, too, was invisible, skimming stealthily along the ground far, far below the airship towards the Oasis.
He could smell the Oasis on the wind. Kanazair grinned and whooped, immediately elbowed by Dhodrimme. This wasn't good! They had to hit the Oasis to refresh before the next leg of their trip.
The bird snapped in his wings and dove, spiraling beak first for the sands. Right before he hit the dunes Feraspar pulled out from his dive and shot forward! A rainbow glimmered from the feathers on his crown, down his back, and fanned out across his tail. In an instant he, too, was invisible, skimming stealthily along the ground far, far below the airship towards the Oasis.
He could smell the Oasis on the wind. Kanazair grinned and whooped, immediately elbowed by Dhodrimme. This wasn't good! They had to hit the Oasis to refresh before the next leg of their trip.
The setting changes from The Sapphire Desert to Elwendil
A giant falcon descended through the trees, coming to land in the round cobbled clearing in the heart of Elwendil. Dhodrimme, followed by Kanazair, hopped swiftly down and set off towards the palace. They had news to bring from their adventures beyond the Whispering Woods. There were hostiles in the Sapphire Desert, and rains which did not stop all across the continent. Even here, in the Whispering Woods, the rain trickled through the trees.
"It is a good thing we made it to that Oasis," Kanazair elbowed Dhodrimme, who didn't smile back.
"You get a thrill from almost dying?" Dhodrimme raised a brow.
"I get a thrill from living," Kanazair grinned. Dhodrimme rolled his eyes and held out his arm. Feraspar the falcon flapped twice, rapidly shrinking in size, coming to rest on the elf.
"It is a good thing we made it to that Oasis," Kanazair elbowed Dhodrimme, who didn't smile back.
"You get a thrill from almost dying?" Dhodrimme raised a brow.
"I get a thrill from living," Kanazair grinned. Dhodrimme rolled his eyes and held out his arm. Feraspar the falcon flapped twice, rapidly shrinking in size, coming to rest on the elf.
A great glimmer cast out from deep in the forest. The rains ceased, and a great shadow loomed from the Exalted Mountains. It had been confirmed that a Colossus- Ni'Thorne- had been risen.
"We must act before it's too late," One of the elders at the great table spoke. He passed the younger elf a gilded tube. Inside was a task. Dhodrimme received the gilded tube and nodded gravely.
"Any news of Kanazair?" Dhodrimme asked the table. Everyone looked to one woman, who's eyes and hair were white. When she spoke her voice was like the twinkling of bells.
"He has arrived and formed an alliance, and grew quiet in the descent."
Dhodrimme bowed to the council of elders. It was all the news he would receive. The elven prince tried to be content with that and set out on his mission towards the Cradle of Life.
"We must act before it's too late," One of the elders at the great table spoke. He passed the younger elf a gilded tube. Inside was a task. Dhodrimme received the gilded tube and nodded gravely.
"Any news of Kanazair?" Dhodrimme asked the table. Everyone looked to one woman, who's eyes and hair were white. When she spoke her voice was like the twinkling of bells.
"He has arrived and formed an alliance, and grew quiet in the descent."
Dhodrimme bowed to the council of elders. It was all the news he would receive. The elven prince tried to be content with that and set out on his mission towards the Cradle of Life.
Ni'Thorne had been defeated; the elves had celebrated for a week straight, stumbling across roots and the cobble of the main in honey-drunk celebration. Dhodrimme had joined them the first three days, withdrawing to his quarters to escape the pomp and circumstance as he remembered Kanazair.
There were still the rest of the Titans waking up, soon to be on the loose. This was a problem that sobered Dhodrimme. He hadn't a hand in the felling of Ni'Thorne and considered it a dishonor. It didn't seem to matter to anyone but he.
Dhodrimme paced his quarters. He stared through the woven branches of his balcony down at the festivities below. He planted his feet on the ground, flopped on his sleep nest, and stared at the ceiling for an hour. He crossed to his faucet, pumped up some water, and splashed his face. He wasn't handling himself very well, by the standards of the elves.
Dhodrimme glared at the golden tube that had been collecting dust on his side table since the day Ni'Thorne fell into a mountain range. In his mind, he reread the scroll, as he did countless times before.
Wait a minute... scales... scales...
Dhodrimme was alight with a new idea. He scrambled together some supplies, fastening his cloak as he rushed up the tree palace towards the great nests. He needed Feraspar. He needed to get going. He needed to go north. He had an idea. Perhaps the prophecy meant... perhaps...
There were still the rest of the Titans waking up, soon to be on the loose. This was a problem that sobered Dhodrimme. He hadn't a hand in the felling of Ni'Thorne and considered it a dishonor. It didn't seem to matter to anyone but he.
Dhodrimme paced his quarters. He stared through the woven branches of his balcony down at the festivities below. He planted his feet on the ground, flopped on his sleep nest, and stared at the ceiling for an hour. He crossed to his faucet, pumped up some water, and splashed his face. He wasn't handling himself very well, by the standards of the elves.
Dhodrimme glared at the golden tube that had been collecting dust on his side table since the day Ni'Thorne fell into a mountain range. In his mind, he reread the scroll, as he did countless times before.
The sky itself shall fell the mountain, for the scales of fate to collect their bounty
Wait a minute... scales... scales...
Dhodrimme was alight with a new idea. He scrambled together some supplies, fastening his cloak as he rushed up the tree palace towards the great nests. He needed Feraspar. He needed to get going. He needed to go north. He had an idea. Perhaps the prophecy meant... perhaps...
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