The Blooded Lands
21-06-2004, 00:29
And It was a quite day in Bay City. Only the occasional “click” from horses and heels could be heard.
“Blast, I can’t see much more than the end of my stick in this fog,” a young man shouted.
A new voice pipes in, chuckling, “Well then visibility be very limited indeed Sier.”
Sier responded, “Oh shut it Zae, you know mine be longer than yours.”
“Shut it both of you,” A third voice cries, older more commanding, “Qedri is trying to work!”
“Ah Voad, you know I just be jostling Sier here, we ain’t harming no Wave-master’s work,” Zae cries.
Voad sighs, “Sier just get back to the 10”, and Zae, keep your trap shut and go back along the wall, that’s an order.”
“But…” Zae was cut off, “But sir, I can’t see much farther than Sier’s stick,” Sier muttered something, “what’s the use of going on the wall?”
“Gets you away from me,” Voad responds.
Muttering Zae walks away, quickly fading into the mist. “Ye shouldn’t let him get to your like that, you’re a soldier, just do your job and don’t take gorm like that from him.” Voad tells Sier.
“I know, he just,” Sier beings to say.
“Quite, both of you,” the Wave-master barked.
“You feel something?” Inquired Voad.
“Yes, why else would I ask you to be quite!”
A deadly silence filled the hidden air as the mage focused, slowly he began to speak, “I don’t know what they are, but they are big, they part the water like whales, but they are not of the sea…they feel of earthkin, and yet they float both above and below. But what ever they be, there are a goodly distance out still.
Fetch me a Gale-warden, I think we should inform someone.”
Sier, quickly dismounts the large turret, its polished wood surface gleaming with mist. A few minutes drag by till the rapid “slap” of feet on stone is heard approaching.
“I have found Hoaf, Gale-warden of the 4th storm,” huffed Sier.
The wave-master nodded, quickly writing something down upon a parchment,
“From Bay City, pillar three, reporting odd earthkin on the water, quite large and their number is great, request conformation.”
Turning to Hoaf he speaks, “I need you to send this message to the fourth Wyrm riders, and quickly.”
Hoaf nodded, grasping the paper in his hand he began to chant, the air around them began to ripple as it pulled itself free from the mist. Slowly but surely a shimmering form appeared in font of him, though it was imprecise its general look seem to be one of a horse, though as if it was drawn by a child.
Reaching forward Hoaf offered the paper, the “horse” quickly gobbled it down and the parchment quickly found itself suspended in what would have been the gullet. Whispering in its ear for a moment, before making a gesture as if he intended to smack its rump it goes off, flying over land towards the isthmus.
((OOC: Ok this is basically closed, its a wargame more than anything else. Its to test my weapontry concepts (you will see what I mean later on), comments are welcomed and if you just have to get involved TG me and we can talk. Note: Jordaxia is in on it))
“Blast, I can’t see much more than the end of my stick in this fog,” a young man shouted.
A new voice pipes in, chuckling, “Well then visibility be very limited indeed Sier.”
Sier responded, “Oh shut it Zae, you know mine be longer than yours.”
“Shut it both of you,” A third voice cries, older more commanding, “Qedri is trying to work!”
“Ah Voad, you know I just be jostling Sier here, we ain’t harming no Wave-master’s work,” Zae cries.
Voad sighs, “Sier just get back to the 10”, and Zae, keep your trap shut and go back along the wall, that’s an order.”
“But…” Zae was cut off, “But sir, I can’t see much farther than Sier’s stick,” Sier muttered something, “what’s the use of going on the wall?”
“Gets you away from me,” Voad responds.
Muttering Zae walks away, quickly fading into the mist. “Ye shouldn’t let him get to your like that, you’re a soldier, just do your job and don’t take gorm like that from him.” Voad tells Sier.
“I know, he just,” Sier beings to say.
“Quite, both of you,” the Wave-master barked.
“You feel something?” Inquired Voad.
“Yes, why else would I ask you to be quite!”
A deadly silence filled the hidden air as the mage focused, slowly he began to speak, “I don’t know what they are, but they are big, they part the water like whales, but they are not of the sea…they feel of earthkin, and yet they float both above and below. But what ever they be, there are a goodly distance out still.
Fetch me a Gale-warden, I think we should inform someone.”
Sier, quickly dismounts the large turret, its polished wood surface gleaming with mist. A few minutes drag by till the rapid “slap” of feet on stone is heard approaching.
“I have found Hoaf, Gale-warden of the 4th storm,” huffed Sier.
The wave-master nodded, quickly writing something down upon a parchment,
“From Bay City, pillar three, reporting odd earthkin on the water, quite large and their number is great, request conformation.”
Turning to Hoaf he speaks, “I need you to send this message to the fourth Wyrm riders, and quickly.”
Hoaf nodded, grasping the paper in his hand he began to chant, the air around them began to ripple as it pulled itself free from the mist. Slowly but surely a shimmering form appeared in font of him, though it was imprecise its general look seem to be one of a horse, though as if it was drawn by a child.
Reaching forward Hoaf offered the paper, the “horse” quickly gobbled it down and the parchment quickly found itself suspended in what would have been the gullet. Whispering in its ear for a moment, before making a gesture as if he intended to smack its rump it goes off, flying over land towards the isthmus.
((OOC: Ok this is basically closed, its a wargame more than anything else. Its to test my weapontry concepts (you will see what I mean later on), comments are welcomed and if you just have to get involved TG me and we can talk. Note: Jordaxia is in on it))