A search for the Elves and disregarded Life(open)

[Harek]

Harek dropped to his knees as he tripped over the extruding root of an ancient Oak tree, scraping them badly. He had been traveling for weeks just to reach the ancient forest of Du Weldenvarden. Having tripped over several other trees during his travels, he had had enough.

Cursing the tree under his breath, he took a few steps back and them reached out with his mind to the tree, connecting with its inner energy. Using its own energy against it, he muttered under his breath "Brakka eom andlat" and placed his right palm on the trunk of the tree. Suddenly, the tree began to blacken and wilt, each of its leaves turning a brownish color.

Harek suddenly began to feel weak as the tree's reserves of energy faded and he was forced to use his own in the continuation of the spell. Cursing, he quickly dropped the magic and reached for a simpler, more effective method of punishing the tree. Reaching out with his mind once again, he brushes against the consciousnesses of several near-by animals. Quickly calculating the energy it would take to smash the tree without magic, he drew upon the animals' energies as such, killing several instantly.

Placing his hand on the tree once again, he muttered "Jierda" and suddenly chips of wood were sent flying as the blackened tree was broken and fell over, slightly damaging another tree to its side.Satisfied with his work, he turned away from the tree and continued his journey deeper and deeper into the ancient forest.

After a while of walking, he quickly realized it would be nearly impossible to find the elven cities on foot and once again decided to draw upon magic. Chanting dozens of spells designed to show him his destination, he once again began to draw upon the energies of the creatures around him, killing dozens. With each death, he felt as if he were dieing as well. A sickening feeling yes, but one he could ignore. They were only animals, after all.

His attempts at using magic to show him his path were quickly thwarted by the spells cast around the forest, each of his enchantments quickly flicked aside by the sheer strength of Elven magic. Deeming his attempts futile, he decided to take a break and walked over to a near-by stump. Dropping his pack to the side, he quickly conjures up a fire-Killing a bird in the process-And allows himself to rejuvenate his energy.

(To jump in, just rp feeling the deaths of the animals I killed or seeing signs of fresh magic and such. I wanna see where this leads. I'm assuming it'll be an elf that'll react, but then again, I may be wrong.

[mavarek]

Vanen was unsure what he had just seen. Sure, he knew it was magic but by what. He kept a steady hand on his weapon and a steady eye on where the magic came from. He had not reached this far by being foolish. He did not try to hide himself, only waiting and tenseness.

[Aryanna]

Aryanna had finally gotten up the nerve to tell her family goodbye and left her home on the outskirts of Siltrhim for an adventure. She had always been a daredevil when it came to adventuring and wasn't afraid to fight or protect herself, but growing up alone had left her shy. She sat, high up in a tree, eating a light snack and braiding her blond hair to one side of her head.

As she sat and listened to the sounds of the forest she noticed that the tree she had been sitting in suddenly cried out in pain. The sound echoed throughout her mind as she struggled to see the cause. When she looked down she noticed a male at the base of the tree, poisoning it with magic. She quietly leaped to a neighboring tree so that she wouldn't cause it more pain, nor would she fall from the tree if it should become too weak.

She closed off her mind. She was sure that who ever was doing this is of magic and she wasn't about to trust them with her mind. Then she looked around. It seem that there was almost a trail of death that followed this man. She shook her head sadly and closed her eyes again. Then she searched the ground for the man. As she did so, she noticed that she had left her quiver hanging on a branch in the dying tree and that it was about to fall on the man. If she jumped back over she would most likely fall, and if she used magic the man would know she was there.

Quietly she tried to decide what to do and as the seconds ticked by her quiver drooped lower and lower. Finally she moved as close to it as she could without falling and stretched her arm out. It brushed her fingertips. Cursing she stepped a little closer and clutched the quiver. But as she pulled it back the branch snapped, causing it to fall near the man below. Silently she backed towards the trunk of the tree and slipped around the other side, her eyes wide with nervousness. It was then she noticed a second man below her.

[Aelodil]

Avinder was walking around in feline form, feeling somewhat bored. Nothing interesting has happened when he suddenly stumbled upon the feeling of a tree dying. He was excited, this may yet be an easy lunch for him using the animals who lived in the tree and so he dashed along to the source.

As he got closer, Avinder ran in a circle within half a kilometer around the area to make sure no enemies had come. Satisfied, he continued walking, saw a man who seemed to be a human magician, another person fingering his weapon nearby and a woman.

Avinder didn't exactly care much, yet he wanted to nap and it seemed all the animals were rotten. He walked over to the woman in feline form and rubbed against her leg before attempting to jump on her head to nap.

[Aryanna]

Aryanna gently caught the cat before it could land on her face. She held it at her side as she watched for a reaction from the men below.

[Aelodil]

Avinder gave a mewl of annoyance and continued on his way to the magician. As he got closer he found some food being cooked. Avinder's eyes darted to the magician and he walked over and curled upon his lap, waiting for food.