Setting
The Whispering Woods, also known as the Elwendil Woods, are as ancient and old as Gaia herself. Its tree are massive and stand as tall as the Heavens. It is scarce for light from the sun to pierce through the thick canvas of leaves and branches. Fungi, mushrooms, and moss give off a pale blue glow. Faerie lights dance along game trails, luring unwary travelers from their paths. The fey are heavily present within the woods.
Deep inside the Whispering Woods lays the great city of Elwendil, home of the Neluthien elves. The Kingdom of Neluthien remains as silent as it always has been, hiding many secrets inside the Elwendil Woods.
An Elven War raging within the depth of the forest. All stake claim for ultimate rule as the Vallade House and the Ithlonde House attempt to grasp absolute power. While most denizens follow the Old Ways and the Vallade, their are some who whisper of how Ithlonde's ideals are more agreeable.
Deep inside the Whispering Woods lays the great city of Elwendil, home of the Neluthien elves. The Kingdom of Neluthien remains as silent as it always has been, hiding many secrets inside the Elwendil Woods.
An Elven War raging within the depth of the forest. All stake claim for ultimate rule as the Vallade House and the Ithlonde House attempt to grasp absolute power. While most denizens follow the Old Ways and the Vallade, their are some who whisper of how Ithlonde's ideals are more agreeable.
Whispering Woods
You find yourself in the Whispering Woods, a forest filled to the brim with all kinds of life. Even the trees are believed to have voices if one were to merely stop and listen. But, don't listen too carefully for the forest plays tricks on your mind, luring you even deeper into the woods.
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Whispering Woods is a part of 
Siv'en.
8 Places in Whispering Woods:
27 Characters Here
Jorn Gareif [39] Dwarf Noble who has his hands in every pot of gold.
Joragon Faentaris [32] Joragon Faentaris is an adventurous young dragon man, a member of the Halo tribe of the Whispering Woods of Gaia.
Kel'Var [32] "I serve the spirit of my master, and the moss on my back."
Akane Masame [26] What's hurting me? Why does it hurt? Why am I so hurting to hurt?
Brandon Killman [25] Left for dead? No problem
Sybbil Vallade [20] A female elf of House Vallade, the current house holding power over the Neluthien elves.
Tarrik Vallade [20] Firstborn son of Brakk Vallade, and heir to the seat of the Neluthien elves.
Feyren Ithlonde [20] The current Head of House Ithlonde, an elven man that pushes change for the traditions of the ancient Neluthien race.
Feyleth Ithlonde [19] A half-breed elf of House Ithlonde.
Jethro Foley [17] "Sometimes, you got to take the good with the bad."
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The boy was as clueless as any of them, perhaps even more so, he knew Eras was dead, but stars did not come down and talk, that made no sense. Still, his presence seemed to have gone unnoticed even as he stood there, staring with the wonder of a child. He was young and he looked it, he was somewhat like a human but with a flatter face lacking a prominent nose. His eyes were a little large and oval shaped, his body lean and toned as evidenced by his bare arms and stomach. His bronze skin almost glinted in the light filtering through the branches of the trees.
Over the now-silent forest, the whoops and cries of Cespar filled the air as he galloped between the trees, the stag draped across his lower back, the bow was back in his hand. The day was still young, and there were plenty more animals to poach.
Lythande sighed as she watched the centaur take off with her kill—even if she had not struck the killing blow, it was still hers. She was going to find that damned horse-man and get back what he owed to her. But first, there were more important things to think upon and council to be taken with the other Skyfall warriors. No one was going to believe Lythande either. The only other recorded time that a star had fallen upon Gaia was ...
Lythande paused as she walked away from the gathering of people in the Whispering Woods. It had never happened again to the best of her knowledge. She ran fingers down her cheek in thought, hand clad in bandages from her training. Making up her mind, the warrior woman began to run towards the vale and would not stop until she reached Skyfall.
Lythande paused as she walked away from the gathering of people in the Whispering Woods. It had never happened again to the best of her knowledge. She ran fingers down her cheek in thought, hand clad in bandages from her training. Making up her mind, the warrior woman began to run towards the vale and would not stop until she reached Skyfall.
A low hum began to resonate in the atmosphere of the forest, shattering the cold silence of the sleeping game animal and silent prowling of the vicious predator. The hum slowly rose into a thunderous roar. Like the panicked gazelle fleeing from the lion, the shadows fled from a flash of blinding light that illuminated the dark clearing. Cosmic energies began to swirl and fold, escalating into a swirling vortex of purple, blue, red, and gold that forged a violent tempest where there was once a calm stillness. Like a raging sea storm the energies churned, gathered, dissipated, and thundered as a funnel in the fabric of space and time began to form. Blue and violet lightning illuminated the cosmic maelstrom. From within the vortex formed the silhouette of a large humanoid figure.
The small encampment suddenly came alive as the Rakasta who had set up their small camp began to take cover behind large trees and rocks. Only one remained to stand before the arcane portal that opened up before them and it was Ra'Zahr. The feline placed a single hand upon the hilt of his glade while his other hand gripped his staff in hand only to prepare himself for the worst as he tried to shield his eyes for a bit. The unknown before him had made the worst mistake of their lives if it was a fight they wanted.
Then, just as suddenly as the vortex appeared, it vanished. A limp body collapsed where it once resided and landed on the grass with a dull thud. The being carried a coat of golden brown fur across its body, thickening slightly around the face in a dark brown mane. A lion like maw hung open in a low groan as long white whiskers and a furred tail twitched. Its body was fit, athletic, and well built with definition. Tanned leather guards protected its large biceps and thighs while a large steel chest plate shielded the torso. A large longsword was sheathed on its back.
The being lifted one paw-like hand up to its face and emitted a low groan.
"Ayapo anu..." he said in a deep, strong, guttural, yet intelligent voice.
The being lifted one paw-like hand up to its face and emitted a low groan.
"Ayapo anu..." he said in a deep, strong, guttural, yet intelligent voice.
Once the light had vanished and Ra'Zahr was able to see clearly it was only then that the felines eyes grew wide at what he saw. "Muthsera, impossible yet intriguing, Does it speak can it form more intelligible words?" The priest quested only to then remove his hand off from his blade and quickly moved over to the large feline who had come to the world of Gaia. The encampment slowly began to creep back to life as several Rakasta warriors came back out with their hands open their kopeshes and swords while the women and children simply gazed in awe.
"Ayapo anu..." he groaned again before sitting up with the support of his arm. He was a very large being - lean and muscular beneath the coat of fur. Attached to his wrist was a wrist guard covered in tiny luminescent crystals and runes. Swung over his back along with the longsword was a wooden bow and quiver full of arrows. The being finally opened its yellow cat-like eyes and looked around its surroundings.
He started at the sight of Ra'Zahr and instinctively reached for the hilt of his sword.
"Ambi nia attah'wee? Ayapo anu?" he said. "Kavpa Khroniktus?"
He started at the sight of Ra'Zahr and instinctively reached for the hilt of his sword.
"Ambi nia attah'wee? Ayapo anu?" he said. "Kavpa Khroniktus?"
Ra'Zahr simply raised a hand towards the other feline only to point to then call for one of his followers to bring over his things. Quickly one of the male warriors brought over a small chest that Ra'Zahr quickly dug through only to produce a rather exquisite looking necklace of silver loops and a small topaz. The priest simply offered it to the much larger feline just to nod.
The lion-man quirked an eyebrow. They obviously weren't hostile, and their lack of response showed him that they weren't of his kind. Mafsha deduced that he had not simply transported to another part of his planet. Plus, these feline humanoids were much smaller than the average Aryite. He pointed at the necklace and then back at himself. They wanted him to wear it? Well, Mafsha had never seen a necklace with a harmful magical enchantment, so it must be relatively safe. Was it a peace offering?
He gingerly reached out with his large furred paw-hands and took the necklace with a nod of acknowledgement. The lion-man draped it over his head and it fell across his short mane.
"What are you called?" he spoke deeply. "What is this place?"
He gingerly reached out with his large furred paw-hands and took the necklace with a nod of acknowledgement. The lion-man draped it over his head and it fell across his short mane.
"What are you called?" he spoke deeply. "What is this place?"
"So it can speak." Ra'Zahr spoke a bit happily only to then nod to his followers to get back to work at their camp. The Rakasta priest simply stood up from were he was only to wave the larger feline over to his open tent were a small brazier was going and the sweet smells of meat and something else was filling the air. "Come and eat with me traveler. Saint Theiran does say that all are welcomed. You may all me Ra'Zahr and this is the Whispering Woods not like my arid desert that me and my family call home." The Rakasta simply turned back to see if the traveler was following him only to then shrug and find a place to set his staff while he took a seat on one of the mats in his tent surrounding the warm coals.
Mafsha eyed the others. Truly the entirety of Existence was an amazing place for two peoples of such similar characteristics to dwell so far from each other. The Aryite rose from his feet and approached the camp. He towered above the Rakasta in both height and girth. As he walked, he kept a careful watch on the forest and his surroundings.
He ducked under the tent flap and nodded at Ra'Zahr. "I am called Mafsha Sandrunner. Tell me, what do you call this world? Our peoples are very similar, yet different." Mafsha said as he squatted down on one of the mats.
He ducked under the tent flap and nodded at Ra'Zahr. "I am called Mafsha Sandrunner. Tell me, what do you call this world? Our peoples are very similar, yet different." Mafsha said as he squatted down on one of the mats.
Ra'Zahr took some of the meet off from the brazier only to skewer it a bit with one of the sticks just to then offer it to the much larger feline. "Mafsha Sandrunner? Peculiar name but then again I am sure you thought the same of my own." The Rakasta simply began to sit back a bit as he reached for what appeared to be a rather small bowl only to sip at the contents and let a sigh of relief escape as he downed the liquid. "This world is known as Gaia Mafsha, a realm were the flow of magic is unpredictable and the people who live here are hearty and as for my people we are known as Rakasta, sand dwellers mostly."
Mafsha nodded and accepted the meat. "I am an Aryite from the world of Khroniktus. You would call me an explorer. My mission is to travel across space and time in search of new worlds, new peoples, and to combat the beings of Darkness that wish to destroy Existence." he said before taking a bite. The Aryite took a moment to chew and swallow the morsel. "We Aryites make our home in the deserts, forests, and grasslands of our world. Though, we rarely venture far into the uncharted regions of the desert due to the dangers that lurk within when the great red orb sets."
Ra'Zahr sat there and listened well to what was said only to nod a bit but began to lean in when all was said and done. "Your people sound strong and filled with a purpose that few are willing to take up. However what are these dark things you speak of Mafsha Sandrunner of Khroniktus?" Ra'Zahr simply began to rest a single arm upon one of his knees as he began to lean back upon the mat he was sitting on.
Mafsha released a weary sigh as memories of long relentless war rose to the surface of his mind. He gazed solemnly into the fire. "They are called the Erebim..." he said, "Darkness given life, death given form, and hate given steel. The Erebim exist solely to spread terror, chaos, and shadow as they deal carnage and destruction wherever they tread. Men, women, children... Elderly and injured... None are spared in the malefic crusade they wage in the name of their God-emperor, may he forever rot in Tartaraz!" he spat to the side. "For generations my people have stood against their dark and unrelenting tide. If it was not for the protection and blessing of Leolik, we would have fallen long ago."
"These Erebim sound like many things that possible fill this world." Ra'Zahr spoke only to then sip at the beverage just to then sit back up for a bit as he began to feel a bit faint due to his drink. "My people are guided by the saints who protect us and of the inevitable truth that our times are based on who we are and as to not what happens." One of the women of the group stepped in only to hold within her hands a rather large jug in which Ra'Zahr held out his bowl and then looked towards Mafsha. "Would you care for a drink?"
"We also owe much to our most honorable Priest-king, Neodin Shadowslayer the Great, and Arch-mage Thundermane, who have led us against The Dark Legion long before my great-grandfather's time. The Aryites live by the ways of Leolik and the Eternal Flame, which was passed to us by the late Sage-wizard Alphanius, who perished in the first war against the Erebim. Leolik teaches us honor, kindness, love, and courage." he said before eying the strange bowl. He tentatively nodded, so as to not offend his host.
A second bowl was poured for Mafsha and handed to him by the woman who had poured more for Ra'Zahr and with that the female bowed and left the two to further converse. "Drink slowly as not many people can handle the initial heat. I am told by some it is like taking a bite into a pepper at first. The drink is called Ishven." The priest began to sip at his drink only to then skewer another piece of meat and took a bite of the small roasted game animal.
Mafsha lifted the bowl and took a whiff. His whiskers twitched and his nose wrinkled as the aroma filled his nostrils. The scent was interesting. He slowly brought the bowl to his maw and took a sip.
"Hmm... Not bad." he said after clearing his throat.
"Hmm... Not bad." he said after clearing his throat.
"I am pleased to see that you did not burn yourself then." Ra'Zahr spoke only to then take another bite of his meat on a stick. "Tell me Mafsha will I need to worry about my people due to your arrival?" The Rakasta quested only to then tilt his head to the side a bit. "We are strong warriors and trained well in the arts of war but at all cost we would not wish to spill blood out of haste. I am sure you can understand my feelings towards a stranger who happens to be twice my size." Ra'Zahr jested only to then lean in a bit.
Mafsha smiled. "Despite our appearance, we Aryites are a peaceful people. We are a nation of scholars, craftsmen, magi, architects, philosophers, and priests. Only when we are provoked do we shift into fierce warriors of valor and strength. For countless generations we have lived beside a species of bird-like creatures, the Rokin, who are a head or so shorter than yourself. I carry with me the compassion, mercy, and strength of Leolik."
"Well then I am pleased to hear such things." Ra'Zahr spoke only to then chuckle a bit. "It appears that we need not worry then as I know my people will accept the Aryites with open arms. You are always welcome in my tent."