It was past midnight, and a couple of hours away from dawn. In the laboratory of the Tripower, Ror was working. His assistants had gone to bed hours ago, but he was still busy. On the table were a various assortment of crystals. They were selected on colour and quality. Some were left in their natural state, others had been fractured and polished by a dwarf master craftsman from Torregiano. Wearing soft gloves and an eyepatch with a magnifying glass in it, Ror handled the crystals with great delicacy. On the table were two books. One spellbook, the other a copy of an old scientific journal. Its yellowing pages were a bit damaged, but otherwise in a good state. And more importantly, it was readable. Ror had retrieved the journal from the research archive, previously placed under Throm's authority. Now that Ror was a leader of the Tripower, the secrets of the research archive previously kept at bay, were now his to read and build upon. Throm was gone, but Ror felt like a fish in the water. He turned a page carefully and read the notes. In the back of his mind, he felt the presence of Aneh, dreaming something about bunnies and weddings. He smiled, turning his concentration back to the work at hand.
"I called the first half of the telepathy spell. Using a small, round sapphire, I placed it on a holder," read Ror. Next to it was scribbled in the sideline: Caution: use large gloves and goggles against harsh waves. He mulled and continued reading, "Next I used a glowing green crystal, which emanates harsh waves that are dangerous to the eyes. The following words I incantated as I forcefully wove the two crystals together."
Ror turned another page and before long he went to work...
Library II
The pace of steady footsteps came at a halt before the desk of the librarian. She turned around and saw it was Ror. Of course it was Ror. The man practically lived here the past year. She raised her eyebrow at him, 'Yes?' she asked out of sense of duty, 'What will it be this time?' He chuckled and placed a book on the desk, 'There,' he said, his fingers resting with the tips on the cover of the book, 'I'm done.' He shoved the book toward her, then let go of it. She blinked at him, before asking rather puzzled, 'Done?' Ror nodded, 'Done done.' His eyes were serious, but there was a mischievous twinkle of pleasure in them. It was not about this book, was it? He smirked and then it dawned on her what he was referring to. She glanced away from Ror to the many shelves and bookcases towering behind him row after row, room after room. 'All.... All... Done?' she asked. He nodded slowly, but firmly, crossing his arms now. She looked at him with an open mouth and stuttered from shock, 'That... That... Impossible... How... Can you... You.... How?' He smirked even more, leaned forward and said, 'It's a secret.' He winked at her, then turned and walked away. 'But... But... You didn't even finish your training yet!?' Ignoring her, he kept on walking to the exit of the Tripower library. 'Ror? Ror? Come back here, dammit! Ror?! ROR! ROR, THIS IS THE LARGEST LIBRARY IN THE GREAT REALMS??! ROR!?!?!' The retreating figure of Ror Surion was laughing as he exited.
Advisory Role Only
+The writings of Enmach are done with a superior slanted scrawl, evidence of many years of training and study. The ink is of a deep maroon color on loose papyrus paper, sandwiched between two leather bound panels. The entire bundle is held together with a silken cord of gold and is scented with lavender oil.+
I can't claim that I was surprised by the summons from Sanria's son. In fact, had he not reached out to me, I would have been much more shocked. As it was, he was in her office, appearing quite perturbed at her disappearance.
Through our conversation, it became clear that a Celestial was to blame, a situation that causes extreme concern simply because they are a race most vexed by our involvement. Celestials are of a very strong opinion that evil is to be eradicated at all costs, while we Rilmani strive to maintain balance, which necessarily means we keep certain aspects of evil alive and well. This kidnapping by a member of that race is vile in that Celestials involving themselves so thoroughly with a member of the human race has rarely led to good things. In the last case I recall, when the human failed to gain entry through petition, the human was destroyed as a false witness and the Celestial excommunicated. From all Orn has said, this particular being sounds doubly unstable.
I sent Delsmach to Elysium in the hopes of gaining audience with the Celestial tribunal to bring the issue before them, however, knowing the tensions between our people, it is doubtful the leaders will do anything.
The only thing that has set my being on edge is having to tell Orn that I could not involve myself in the hunt for his mother. Even Sanria has faced our obstinacy, but the young boy did not seem to comprehend deeply just how resolute our people must be. Fenlauch lauded my immovability, but I cannot help but feel I am letting my good friend down. As much as I've tried to keep my role in sight, I have grown quite fond of Sanria and her wayward soul... I suppose in a way, she's given me more purpose to do what I am meant to do than any Rilmani ever has.
I know that I could find Sanria's location, but to disclose such knowledge would involved the Rilmani in situations of the mortals of the material plane, and in matters of Celestial business. I would endanger our purpose here, and at most, all we do is guide our small band of human guests. I feel a great sorrow over this matter.
I only hope Delsmach is successful, and that the Keepers are also able to find their own. I will attempt to hold my heart and mind steady and calm. Fortitude and steadfastness are the hallmarks of our kind, as well as balance, and loyalty to the pledge we've made in coming here. Watch for imbalance, partial to none, silent but for the heaviest of blows.
I can't claim that I was surprised by the summons from Sanria's son. In fact, had he not reached out to me, I would have been much more shocked. As it was, he was in her office, appearing quite perturbed at her disappearance.
Through our conversation, it became clear that a Celestial was to blame, a situation that causes extreme concern simply because they are a race most vexed by our involvement. Celestials are of a very strong opinion that evil is to be eradicated at all costs, while we Rilmani strive to maintain balance, which necessarily means we keep certain aspects of evil alive and well. This kidnapping by a member of that race is vile in that Celestials involving themselves so thoroughly with a member of the human race has rarely led to good things. In the last case I recall, when the human failed to gain entry through petition, the human was destroyed as a false witness and the Celestial excommunicated. From all Orn has said, this particular being sounds doubly unstable.
I sent Delsmach to Elysium in the hopes of gaining audience with the Celestial tribunal to bring the issue before them, however, knowing the tensions between our people, it is doubtful the leaders will do anything.
The only thing that has set my being on edge is having to tell Orn that I could not involve myself in the hunt for his mother. Even Sanria has faced our obstinacy, but the young boy did not seem to comprehend deeply just how resolute our people must be. Fenlauch lauded my immovability, but I cannot help but feel I am letting my good friend down. As much as I've tried to keep my role in sight, I have grown quite fond of Sanria and her wayward soul... I suppose in a way, she's given me more purpose to do what I am meant to do than any Rilmani ever has.
I know that I could find Sanria's location, but to disclose such knowledge would involved the Rilmani in situations of the mortals of the material plane, and in matters of Celestial business. I would endanger our purpose here, and at most, all we do is guide our small band of human guests. I feel a great sorrow over this matter.
I only hope Delsmach is successful, and that the Keepers are also able to find their own. I will attempt to hold my heart and mind steady and calm. Fortitude and steadfastness are the hallmarks of our kind, as well as balance, and loyalty to the pledge we've made in coming here. Watch for imbalance, partial to none, silent but for the heaviest of blows.
An Unexpected Visit
Colin jumped a bit as the door chime rang clearly through his home built into the beautiful cavern. He looked up from oiling his armor at the dining table and the briefest moment of panic washed over him. (It's him. The man. Somehow he's found me. He's come to...) Colin took in a breath and tried to push the thoughts away. They had grown to almost overwhelm him once before and he didn't plan on letting that happen again.
He rose from the table and approached the door. 'Who is it?' Colin asked with a voice that he hoped didn't betray the fear in him.
It was a moment before the muffled reply came. 'It's me. Gilean.'
Colin's fear was quickly replaced by a mixture of nervousness and jealousy as he wiped his hands on a clean rag at his belt. Had Sanria told him? Did he know? He took a breath to steady himself and opened the door.
'Gilean,' Colin said with more surprise than he intended, 'please... come in.'
As Gilean slowly shuffled into the house it wasn't at all the demeanor Colin was expecting. He expected anger, accusations, maybe even a fight. After all, why else would Gilean be here if she hadn't told him? If he didn't know? Colin finally wrapped his head around it. He didn't know.
Gilean turned to look at Colin with an expression both humbled and filled with worry, bordering on desperation. 'Colin. I'm sorry if this is a bad time.
Colin caught Gilean's gaze and felt instant dread. 'Gilean. What is it? What's happened?'
'He... he took her. My cousin took her.'
He rose from the table and approached the door. 'Who is it?' Colin asked with a voice that he hoped didn't betray the fear in him.
It was a moment before the muffled reply came. 'It's me. Gilean.'
Colin's fear was quickly replaced by a mixture of nervousness and jealousy as he wiped his hands on a clean rag at his belt. Had Sanria told him? Did he know? He took a breath to steady himself and opened the door.
'Gilean,' Colin said with more surprise than he intended, 'please... come in.'
As Gilean slowly shuffled into the house it wasn't at all the demeanor Colin was expecting. He expected anger, accusations, maybe even a fight. After all, why else would Gilean be here if she hadn't told him? If he didn't know? Colin finally wrapped his head around it. He didn't know.
Gilean turned to look at Colin with an expression both humbled and filled with worry, bordering on desperation. 'Colin. I'm sorry if this is a bad time.
Colin caught Gilean's gaze and felt instant dread. 'Gilean. What is it? What's happened?'
'He... he took her. My cousin took her.'
In search for Justice - Part3
Offended as she seemed, she could have killed them with a flick of her finger like what she did to the thieves earlier in the day. She kept calm and continuedto explore the city, her stomach growled, knowing its time for a late lunch. Found her way to the Market Square she stood in the middle of the pavement searching for any places to dine while she sniffed a sweet scent from the bakery. "Would you like some of these freshly baked?" asked the baker.
She nodded and purchased them as she asked "Is there proper order in this town? Other than drunk enforcers and carefree cityguards".
The baker replied "They are not really useful anymore, only the Order keeps people safe from harms way now. Ever heard about Order of the Radiant Heart?"
"Never heard of them, are they strong enough to protect the innocents?"
The baker added "Yes, find one with checkered hearts, they look almost like the enforcers but with manners".
"Thank you, I will look for them, I do sense danger is coming to this town" as she left the bakery in search for the Knights.
She nodded and purchased them as she asked "Is there proper order in this town? Other than drunk enforcers and carefree cityguards".
The baker replied "They are not really useful anymore, only the Order keeps people safe from harms way now. Ever heard about Order of the Radiant Heart?"
"Never heard of them, are they strong enough to protect the innocents?"
The baker added "Yes, find one with checkered hearts, they look almost like the enforcers but with manners".
"Thank you, I will look for them, I do sense danger is coming to this town" as she left the bakery in search for the Knights.
Angered - Part2
Her eyes began to glow as fireflies spawning to surround the thieves, the aura around her soared with fire, the wind was filled with the power of her legacy, the legendary power of the Elves. With a flick of her finger, the thieves were burned into ashes without a trace.
Smiling as she looked off the cliff, grateful of her powers still intact, she believes it's time to search for her lost companions. Casting a great swirl of teleportation she ended up in Westbridge this time. She wandered around, scouting the place as civilians stared at her telling one another "A knight? But that sigil is.....".
A cityguard yelled from above the bridge "You there, halt".
She responded with "Have I done anything wrong?".
The cityguard was speechless and requested that his fellow guardsmen alerted their officers of her presense. The enforcer approached the scene and was not a very polite individual. He spouted words that not many could understand his intentions, she observed their movements, judging them to either be a friend or foe.
The enforcer asked "You, what is your name?"
With a calm voice she answered "Shandelzare Silkwood, what business do you have with me?".
At first glance the enforcer was behaving rudely, after a few moments she realized this enforcer is a little drunk and at lost for words thinking the appearance of an enforcer could scare someone like her. The enforcer replied rudely "Watch your step around Westbridge,there are a certain bunch of people who would like to have a taste of you" and laughed hysterically along with his cityguards while walking away.
Smiling as she looked off the cliff, grateful of her powers still intact, she believes it's time to search for her lost companions. Casting a great swirl of teleportation she ended up in Westbridge this time. She wandered around, scouting the place as civilians stared at her telling one another "A knight? But that sigil is.....".
A cityguard yelled from above the bridge "You there, halt".
She responded with "Have I done anything wrong?".
The cityguard was speechless and requested that his fellow guardsmen alerted their officers of her presense. The enforcer approached the scene and was not a very polite individual. He spouted words that not many could understand his intentions, she observed their movements, judging them to either be a friend or foe.
The enforcer asked "You, what is your name?"
With a calm voice she answered "Shandelzare Silkwood, what business do you have with me?".
At first glance the enforcer was behaving rudely, after a few moments she realized this enforcer is a little drunk and at lost for words thinking the appearance of an enforcer could scare someone like her. The enforcer replied rudely "Watch your step around Westbridge,there are a certain bunch of people who would like to have a taste of you" and laughed hysterically along with his cityguards while walking away.
Return of the Legacy - Part1
Elves, blessed with magic upon birth and pure beauty, irresistable to any who glaze upon them. The last she remembered was being a general in the Legion's army of the Tripower Empire. All was lost as she returned to the Forest of Song, the land has been destroyed beyond recognition not knowing how many years have passed. No sense of life remains and there were no further reason for her to remain in her origin. Still strong with her spells, it was easy to travel to different continents. Memories of the past continues to haunt her, when the army was annihilated by dark forces upon ambushed. Her comrades killed in the line of duty, the death screams of her soldiers and the lost of her fellow generals.
"Sven....Ezalor...Lina..Akasha...." the faces of her four commanders often appear in her dreams during a full moon not knowing the reason as she kept pondering on the issue "Is this a warning? Or something worse" because their whispers kept reminding her in sleep, "All is not lost, we see some who survived".
Awoken from the nightmare, staring far into the shining stars above the same words linger again "What is life to be now?". She closed her eyes and continued her slumber.
"Presense of the sun's heat was felt on her skin, along with footsteps and whispers were heard, she openned her eyes and before her stands a group of thieves trying to rob her belongings as she does possess fancy jewelry."
Staring at the thieves, she muttered "Leave with or without your lives?".
The thief replied "Leave with your belongings of course".
"Sven....Ezalor...Lina..Akasha...." the faces of her four commanders often appear in her dreams during a full moon not knowing the reason as she kept pondering on the issue "Is this a warning? Or something worse" because their whispers kept reminding her in sleep, "All is not lost, we see some who survived".
Awoken from the nightmare, staring far into the shining stars above the same words linger again "What is life to be now?". She closed her eyes and continued her slumber.
"Presense of the sun's heat was felt on her skin, along with footsteps and whispers were heard, she openned her eyes and before her stands a group of thieves trying to rob her belongings as she does possess fancy jewelry."
Staring at the thieves, she muttered "Leave with or without your lives?".
The thief replied "Leave with your belongings of course".
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