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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Jul 26, 2013 21:57:16 GMT -5
 rider of Entas | rider of oldA great rider of old, one who should've defended the riders in their final plight, but he had not the elf had fled when the Riders needed him most. The result had been that he lived through the fall but he was alone. He didn't want to join either side and risk making any mistakes but then was staying out of it a mistake? Life was to complicated. He sighed and reclined against an old maple tree. Entas was off hunting, she wasn't far off and had promised to bring him back any non-meat food if she found some for him. Rakaio pulled out his rider blade, it looked ancient and older than most any other sword. It was sharper than anything and even against a rider's blade it could be considered superior. The blade was of grey folk make. He stared at the blade then put it away. He felt so alone and so helpless. He'd uncovered his grey folk power as he was only part elf, the other part was grey folk. However, the magic was hard to control and threatened to consume him. He couldn't control him magic completely no matter how hard he tried. Entas suspected some of it might be like dragon magic hence why he couldn't will it to happen. Was she right? he didn't know. All he knew was that yesterday he'd lost control of his magic...the result had been devastating as he'd destroyed and entire acre of the forest single handedly. If it hadn't been for Entas he would've continued to destroy everything until he used all his magic and killed himself. It was why they were out here now in the middle of no where. If he lost control in a city... |
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Post by ᗩпїra on Jul 26, 2013 22:37:53 GMT -5
Anira quietly strolled through the timberland of Du Weldenvarden, wooden carved bow and arrows in hand as she ducked through the undergrowth with agile luminaries on guard for the slightest movement. She had come across a burnt part of the land a few hours back while she was riding Herion along the skylines. The inquisitive Anira had immediately become suspicious as to who would have enough power to destroy that amount of land, taking into consideration that a dragon could have been the culprit as well. The pair had landed out of curiosity, carefully feeling the ashes that still held a slight warmth, despite them being a day old as it was. The elfin Rider had decided that she'd go off and track the suspect, taking her weapons with her in case there came to be any trouble that she could come across. Herion, on the other hand, simply took off to the skies to hunt for the herd of deer he had seen far off into the distance along the outer edges of Du Weldenvarden; however, Anira was on the hunt as well.
She carefully ducked down in the brush, carefully swiping the branches out of her way with a gloved hand. Of course, Anira didn't want any onlookers to notice of her being a Rider, neither would she want any mere stranger that could burn down a whole acre to know as well. Her crystalline luminaries finally caught sight of the offender, her grip tightening on the base of the wooden bow. Anira had paused during the time he had taken his sword out, her optics quietly narrowing in curiosity as she noticed it was one of a Rider. Ah, a Rider. That explains the burnt forest, yet I doubt I could even clear off that much land. How does he hold that much power? Who is he? The questions raced through her mind, a big, mumble jumble of information that she could not yet answer without the assistance of the Rider himself. He didn't appear to be any trouble, and when she noticed him quietly conceal the sword, she decided that she'd make a polite approach. As she finally stepped out of the shadows and the safety of her hiding place, she spoke out in fluent Ancient Language,"Hello."
Anira slung the bow across her back, depositing the arrows into the leather casing that was strapped over her shoulder. Her violet Rider's sword Orchid was hidden within a belt along her thigh, though that didn't stop the fact that she had a strange appearance about her. An elf did have the magical abilities to change their appearance, but any other magic user could easily swipe a being of those qualities; however, if that certain spell was cast upon Anira, she would still have the violet luminescent ebony curls that rippled down to the middle of her spine and the colorless optics that appeared to be made of a diamond ore. It was quite strange, though it was assumed to be caused by dragon magic that had flowed through Herion and her's connection when she had first made contact with the newborn hatchling.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Jul 27, 2013 13:00:17 GMT -5
rider of Entas | rider of old Rakio looked up, for as far as any onlooker was concerned he looked nearly completely elven. However he was human with a touch of grey folk blood. He'd been with his dragon far long enough to have been changed to seem completely elven, and even possessed their strength and agility. He looked up surprised when he heard a voice. He had not expected anyone to be out this deep into the forest. It had been why he'd come out here. Had she seen the destruction? It wasn't to far off. "Kvetha (Greetings)," he said responding in the ancient Language in turn. "What brings you here so deep into the forest?" he said. He made no move to show any aggression or hint at how much power he had within him. Being nearly 800 years old placing him older than the mad king. His power reflected his age, but when he'd unlocked his grey folk magic he'd more than double his magical strength but at the price of loosing control of it. He looked worn out and tired, having lost control yesterday had taken a heavy toll on him and only one night's rest wasn't enough for him to feel recovered. Anira's appearance didn't seem to surprise Rakaio in the least, if anything he had mild interest in the slightly different look. He'd been around long enough that little really surprised him. There was very little he hadn't seen before. A familiar mind brushed against his. "Who is it?" Entas asked him sensing his thoughts on Anira. "I don't know," he said. "Well if it comes down to a threat don't use magic, I don't know if I can stop you again if you loose control," the great brown dragon said. She was off hunting and knew short of her rider's current inability to control his magic he wasn't in any other danger. |
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Post by ᗩпїra on Jul 27, 2013 15:01:58 GMT -5
Anira did not know what to think of the elfin, possibly of elfin lineage that is, Rider and/or regular magic user at first sight. He did appear to be quite exhausted, but I suppose if he was the one to burn down the whole forest back a ways then she would be as well. "I do not wish to be rude, but would you happen to know what happened to the burned acreage that is located a few miles off?" She had spoken out with a clear, inquisitive voice, curiosity driving her onward with the situation. She felt like asking things like 'who are you', 'how old are you', 'perhaps you could tell me a bit of your past', and the sorts alike, though she held back with a sense of dignity.
Herion was too far off to have a decent conversation with, the bond between the two stretched out over a long length of land. He was heading farther out than he had promised, though that usually happened when he hunted the deer that roamed in the area. Anira was used to them having a stretched bond at times, never being too overly protective of each other since the two could handle themselves perfectly well. Of course, the elfin Rider did have many skills to possess. A master swordsman, trained with a one-handed blade known as Orchid, a decent magic user, elfin strength and charisma, combined with the enhanced abilities of a Rider, combined into a pretty stable being.
She did not wish to let her guard down with the question, though she felt it was quite awkward with her standing off to the side like so. Anira kept a careful gloved palm upon Orchid's hilt, the violet Rider's sword seemingly emanating with the power that was stored upon it. The diamond ore daggers that she had been gifted by the witch Angela hung in straps along both sides of her thigh. The material could supposedly slice through any metal, bone, or texture with ease when given time -- she had yet to test them out.
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Post by Emiryal ♕ on Jul 27, 2013 15:53:29 GMT -5
rider of Entas | rider of old Rakaio wasn't surprised by her question but he hadn't wanted her to ask it either. It seemed inevitable though and there was no point in feigning lack of knowledge on it. He'd run long enough and he needed to face his actions and consequences now. Before he answered he saw Anira's hand on her sword, ready to defend if he attacked. He shook his head. "Shur'tugal eka weohnata néiat haina ono, (Rider I will not harm you)" he said in the ancient language knowing only that language she'd have no reason to disbelieve him. He didn't want to have a conversation at sword point with her. "I know what transpired there," he said with a sigh. "I destroyed that acre...I lost control of my magic and nearly destroyed myself as well. The magic within me lost control and threatened to consume me and everything around me. It's why I'm out here so if it happens again I won't hurt anyone."It was a painful truth but now that he thought about it, as a child it had happened once before when he'd destroyed his town. He had thought it was because he hadn't been trained in magic but now he knew it was more than that. Since discovering his grey folk magic this seemed to threaten to happen more often. The daggers on her thighs caught his notice and he seemed genuinely surprised. "Those daggers? Where did you get them? They are clearly of grey folk make," he said. "May I see one of them?" |
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