NationStates Jolt Archive

The winds blew unusually cool that day as Alexandrian set out from Gladerial. He was to make his pilgramage to Char Sara and the High Preistess. The journey itself would be a test of his will, for it was a two week journey on foot, but he didn't care. He needed answers as to why his life was beginning to fall apart. His wife and two children died at the hands of a renegade and his small pharmacy was bankrupt. Life , even for the elves, seemed unfair to him.

He had packed lightly, just a a few days worth of food, and three changes of clothes. He would stop by a relatives in Travesian and pick up some more food and do laundry. It was a sound enough plan, with Travesian being almost halfway between the two large cities. He would consult with the High Priestess once in Char Sara, and see if her answers would alleviate his depression. The only thing he hoped she would not say, was that he had fallen out of the Grace of Elune and be destined for the Seven. That was a fate that all elves feared, for there is no redemption in the seven, only torment and torture.

He looked over his shoulder one last time as he approached the gates. One last look at the great white city that had been his home for the last few thousand years. The only place that he had been besides Travesian, and held soo many memories. And with that last glance, he turned and walked away thinking to himself that this was no place for an elf. Only the journey ahead, full of unknown peril would prove how true that sentiment would be. For there were stirrings about in the immortal plane, as Elune (the goddess of the elves) and Meleki (goddess of destruction) began to set up their chess board...

Victrix sat on the large boulder by the side of the road and held her aching head in ther hands as gently as she could. Her stomach twisted again and she barely managed to lean over the side before she heaved up the nothing that was all that was left in her stomach. "Ugghg, I knew that fish tasted dubious, but I was so sure it was my own poor cooking." She moaned to her mount who grazed not far away. The bright golden stallion looked up, shook his head in amusement, flinging his long black mane to fall on the other side of his muscular neck, and went back to grazing.

"You, Black Sun, are no gentleman" She glared at him as she took an other sip from her waterskin, in an effort to wash the foul taste from her mouth. The stallion all but laughed at her. Of course I am not! I am a war horse, a stallion, and you aren't a mare...now if you would find me a mare, I might be more sympathetic He replied silently throught the mind link they shared.

"and if you had bothered to learn more than the basics of cooking your efforts wouldn't been so horrid that you couldn't tell spoiled fish from bad cooking. And you refused to listen to me, when I tried to warn you." Tasman yawned dispalying formidable fangs, and spoke aloud to emphasize how he felt. Her familiar sounded far too smug to please Victrix, but she was in no position to castigate him at the moment. And he well knew it. He shifted his position as he lay in the soft grass, his body weight holding down the lead rope of her pack horse, a placid pale grey elding named Moon. Tasman stretched around and gave his shoulder a quick grooming as added insult, but Victrix ignored him. She'd put up with his sharp tongue and know it all personality for many years. She'd been utterly dismayed when a Fyrecat (http://www.northstar.k12.ak.us/schools/joy/creamers/Mammals/Largemammals/LYNX.GIF) had answered her summons for a Familiar.

She had also been certain last evening that he had wanted the fish for himself, and she couldn't have stomached yet another day of trail rations.

"Please Tas, just go find me some mint. Moon won't wander off, but I need something to settle my stomach." She pled. Mint was the only thing she could think of to settle her stomach. She had not made any great study of herbs beyond their uses in her arcania, or the simple cooking she knew.

And now her tattoos were itching again. She'd only had them for a few days, but they proclaimed to all who say then that she was a fully tested, trialed, and tattoed Che'Havraen, a warrior adept. Though she would readily admit that she was the youngest of the young, newest of the new... if she had to.

Tas took pity on her and gracefully lept to his feet, seeming to weigh nearly nothing. However the FyreCat was fully seventy five pounds of solid felinid muscle. Silently he faded into the woods that bordered the wide road way and headed for a near by stram. Mint loved cool damp places that never the less got a fair amount of sun. He wouldn't have to go too far.

Victrix went back to holding her head in her hands.