Post by Magi on Sept 22, 2009 11:36:25 GMT -5
Liam Matterson
Magi
Oengus Lleyn
*He was sitting on the beach in front of him was a small fire; Liam was cooking a small joint of venison. There was something about men and BBQ; Liam’s father had mentioned something to him years ago. He did not remember the exact details of what he was told but it was something to the effect of wherever possible never BBQ whilst sober and if there is no charcoal on the food then you then you must have done something wrong. He smiled to himself, Ok maybe he wasn’t drunk but the venison seemed to be coming on nicely he noticed some charcoal on it as he turned it.*
The path under her feet was dusky but well worn. Further proof that it had been travelled many times before Magi herself stepped foot upon it. This view was much different from the previous time that Magi herself had entered the realm of Enchantica. Then again, the angle was all off.
Her black robes trailed along the ground with every step she took, collecting the dirt and dust as it brushed barely above it. Though the cloak was relatively clean, the helms had seen better days. The soft traces of dust seemed to gleem within the darkness of the folds of cloth, two eyes blinking in the night. Magi wasn't too worried. No one ever really looked at one's feet anyways.
Actually, if we want to get technical, no one ever really looked at a black robed mage period. Most found them unpleasant scum whom were both detested and feared. Who, may you ask, are the black robed mages? Why, they're the darkness in which you cower from. Where there are white robes, worrshipers of peace and harmony. Of good, so too were there black robes for the balance must always remain.
Sure, there were the red robes, somewhere in between, the neutrals, but really who cared for them? Magi wasn't a red robed and thus there was little point talking of such things. This is, afterall, all about Magi.
So there she was, the staff gripped solidly within her left hand, slouching down the path that would lead her from the outskirts of nowhere into.. Well, that was yet to be seen. Magi was hunched over, weary from travel on the ground. The staff surved as two purposes, it seems. Magical, and physical. The staff of Elements supported the woman's weight.
Anyway, there she was slowly wandering up the unknown path, a bad omen many would reckon. Her hood was drawn up to keep the slight breeze from flinging her hair across her line of sight, thus there wasn't much one could tell from a quick glance, which was usually what she warranted. At the sight of the black robes, and the Staff of Elements, most turned away, hustling their children indoors as if she carried the plague. Magi didn't really care. She sought first a place to rest her feet. Then, then the trouble would begin.
She caught the scent of food upahead, and thus Magi detoured her slow treck. When once she was heading North, facing gates that would lead into the town itself, she now squinted her eye's to see if she could catch a gaze of what lie ahead. The view seemed to go on forever. No trees blocked the sun out, no buildings to estimate distance. Just open air..
Along with the smell of roasting food, was the faint hint of water. Yes, yes, even water had a smell to it. Magi's stomache growled. Food and drink without needing to watch people cower by her appearance. Now that was heaven.
*he seemed to relax as he stared out at the waves as they crashed in against the shore and then rolled back out again. He was careful not to turn the venison to much, he had learnt this lesson the hard way during a knife fight from what could only be described as an overly passionate chief. He closed his eyes for moment and he could immediately tell that the venison was nearly ready, his eyes immediately changed from that of a human to that of a werewolf as he caught the scent of somebody else on the breeze, they where close by*
Magi had no special talents for scents or seeing the true person beneath their mask, thus as far as she was concerned, it was but a young male up ahead, poking about the small fired pit. The source of such lush scents.
Walking across the sand of the beach wasn't exactly easy, and made Magi's pace slow considerably as she depended on the staff for support. Usually she was in pretty decent shape, but it had been awhile since the young mage walked anywhere, so it was understandable that she tired quickly.
As she approached the young man, her eye's scanned their surroundings. No one else seemed to be about. Perfect, Magi found herself thinking. Just perfect.
Her voice rang out long before she was within his personal space, not only to ensure that she wouldn't surprise the lad, but also to ensure she would not be walking where she was not welcome.
Her hood was still pulled over her head, which comfortably hid her hair, though with the direction of the sun, it was easy enough to see Magi's features. She was a simple girl. Not striking, or beautiful, but neither appearing threatening or scarred. If not for the black robes, staff or magical markings on her right hand, Magi would appear to be just an average young lass with a rather quiet voice.
Robes in need of a wash it seemed.. your robes leaving a scent trail (as well as a normal one) having dragged leaves and detrius wherever you went.. I on the other hand.. as a defender of humans didn't usually get along with black robes or werewolves as a rule.. but there were always exceptions.. but I still hung back in the trees watching to see if it were safe.. though I probably should leave some coinage for the werewolf seeing as I stole some of his venison while watching a brawl a few days ago..
*He kept his eyes closed for a moment and concentrated and let his eyes shift back to that of a human ‘no need to cause any trouble before lunch’ he thought to himself. He watched the woman as she got closer, by the way she moved and by the fact that she seemed to rely on a staff for support he got the immediate impression that she might be older then she actually was. He smiled as he heard her voice and looked to the venison that was just about finished cooking and nodded
as he turned his attention to the meat and pulled it off of the fire. He groaned silently to himself as he caught the scent of somebody else close by and wondered ‘did I drunkenly send people all over the kingdom invitations to have lunch with me?’
considering your venison was worth writing home about.. theres a chance word got around by it.. truthfully.. my being here was an accident.. but what the hey.. maybe I could trade for the food... unlike the black robe who could probably just conjure her own.. o.O..
If you got right down to it, there really wasn't anything special about Magi. Well, aside from the fact that she knew a little magic. Magic didn't help with the basic human scents. And it certainly didn't help her realize that she was no longer travelling alone.
Her attention lay on the man ahead of her, or rather the smell of roasting food. Liam just happened to be with it. Because of this, Magi had no knowledge that there was someone behind her, keeping watch. She wasn't, afterall, born with eye's in the back of her head, and after walking the distance, wasn't exactly at her highest alert. Why would she be, when folks tended to avoid those dawned in the black robes?
As the man near the fire spoke, Magi flashed that charming smile of hers, that she tended to use when attempting to seem harmless and friendly. She opened her mouth to thank him, but was cut off by his groan. Instead of settling down to sit, having invited herself for the meal in the first place, Magi remained standing for a brief moment.
Though he had spoken politely enough, he did end up groaning which might have been a sure sign that she wasn't as welcome as his voice had indicated. Then, with a casual shrug of her shoulders, Magi made up her mind. She stuck the staff into the soft sand, deep enough so that it would stand there on it's own accord, and settled down, carefully gathering her black robes about her until she was comfortable.
A relieved sigh escaped slightly parted lips. It was good to get off her feet. With both hands, Magi reached up and removed the robe hood, allowing the sun of the day to reflect in her most likely unrulely hair.
is tempted to throw a Zerrikanian Sun bomb and just steal the venison while everyone is coping with the flash blindness.. though with the werewolves formidible scent abilities.. maybe the stunning effects of the samum would be more useful... either way I was bored.. so I sat down on the branch and yawn...
*He smiled as the woman sat down, at least for the time being his attention was split between the two people, his lunch ‘guest’ the woman in the black robe and some mysterious being trying to be invisible. Anybody who was watching what was going on would notice that Liam appeared to have any weapons with him, it might seem a little strange to the woman who as far as Liam could tell had no clue that he was a werewolf might think it a little odd, while the mysterious being might not think it to be so strange. With a flick of his wrist, Liam took a small blade from his boot and started to cut up the venison with what appeared to be relative ease. As he served up lunch for himself and the woman in the black robe he whistled the tune ‘Danny boy’ to himself unaware of the fact that he was actually whistling*
pulls a dagger out and slices a brance from the tree silently and begins to carve it boredly.. for my skills it was strange that one would be so easily bored... oh well.. stuff it.. I was young.. power didn't mean stuff when you were more interested in ale and wenching..
had finished carving the branch into a uterus... staring at my work I shook my head.. okay.. I was very very bored... putting a slice in the tree I wedged the erm.. organ.. into the slit.. (lol) without making a sound.. then.. getting to my feet I stroll along the branch and leap to the next tree.. figuring this well was dry.. and I could probably find sport elsewhere.. though what was under the black robes clothing did needle me slightly with curiosity.. but meh.. it weren't worth the risk.. and so I continued onwards.. ranging through the forest with noise that could be likened to the wind in the canopy..
It was odd, this sitting on the beach thing. Magi wasn't exactly one to enjoy sitting in the open, and she doubted you could get more open then sand and water. But, food was food, and company that wasn't running for the hills didn't exactly come along every day.
With this thought, Magi began studying the man whom had not reacted the same way other's tended to do when they spotted a member of the black robes, let alone spoke to them. He seemed at ease, even in her company, which struck Magi as odd and a little unnerving.
The quick flick of his wrist distributed a blade, and Magi couldn't control the instant her eyebrows rose in surprise. Her hand, somewhere beneath the black robe, instantly fidgetted, as it reached into one of the many hidden pockets within, a spell already forming on her tongue should she need it. The man, however, didn't seem to pay her any mind, and when Magi saw him use the knife on the meal, she relaxed, and removed her hand from pocket, her throat contracting as she swallowed her words.
His whistling was actually more comfort then his use of the knife on food. A man who intended to attack just didn't whistle so carelessly. Magi sat there in the silence, not wishing to inturrupt his tune. Silence was never uncomfortable for the mage.
She still had no idea that there was someone behind her, nor that the man infront of her was focused on two instead of one.
Magi
Oengus Lleyn
*He was sitting on the beach in front of him was a small fire; Liam was cooking a small joint of venison. There was something about men and BBQ; Liam’s father had mentioned something to him years ago. He did not remember the exact details of what he was told but it was something to the effect of wherever possible never BBQ whilst sober and if there is no charcoal on the food then you then you must have done something wrong. He smiled to himself, Ok maybe he wasn’t drunk but the venison seemed to be coming on nicely he noticed some charcoal on it as he turned it.*
The path under her feet was dusky but well worn. Further proof that it had been travelled many times before Magi herself stepped foot upon it. This view was much different from the previous time that Magi herself had entered the realm of Enchantica. Then again, the angle was all off.
Her black robes trailed along the ground with every step she took, collecting the dirt and dust as it brushed barely above it. Though the cloak was relatively clean, the helms had seen better days. The soft traces of dust seemed to gleem within the darkness of the folds of cloth, two eyes blinking in the night. Magi wasn't too worried. No one ever really looked at one's feet anyways.
Actually, if we want to get technical, no one ever really looked at a black robed mage period. Most found them unpleasant scum whom were both detested and feared. Who, may you ask, are the black robed mages? Why, they're the darkness in which you cower from. Where there are white robes, worrshipers of peace and harmony. Of good, so too were there black robes for the balance must always remain.
Sure, there were the red robes, somewhere in between, the neutrals, but really who cared for them? Magi wasn't a red robed and thus there was little point talking of such things. This is, afterall, all about Magi.
So there she was, the staff gripped solidly within her left hand, slouching down the path that would lead her from the outskirts of nowhere into.. Well, that was yet to be seen. Magi was hunched over, weary from travel on the ground. The staff surved as two purposes, it seems. Magical, and physical. The staff of Elements supported the woman's weight.
Anyway, there she was slowly wandering up the unknown path, a bad omen many would reckon. Her hood was drawn up to keep the slight breeze from flinging her hair across her line of sight, thus there wasn't much one could tell from a quick glance, which was usually what she warranted. At the sight of the black robes, and the Staff of Elements, most turned away, hustling their children indoors as if she carried the plague. Magi didn't really care. She sought first a place to rest her feet. Then, then the trouble would begin.
She caught the scent of food upahead, and thus Magi detoured her slow treck. When once she was heading North, facing gates that would lead into the town itself, she now squinted her eye's to see if she could catch a gaze of what lie ahead. The view seemed to go on forever. No trees blocked the sun out, no buildings to estimate distance. Just open air..
Along with the smell of roasting food, was the faint hint of water. Yes, yes, even water had a smell to it. Magi's stomache growled. Food and drink without needing to watch people cower by her appearance. Now that was heaven.
*he seemed to relax as he stared out at the waves as they crashed in against the shore and then rolled back out again. He was careful not to turn the venison to much, he had learnt this lesson the hard way during a knife fight from what could only be described as an overly passionate chief. He closed his eyes for moment and he could immediately tell that the venison was nearly ready, his eyes immediately changed from that of a human to that of a werewolf as he caught the scent of somebody else on the breeze, they where close by*
Magi had no special talents for scents or seeing the true person beneath their mask, thus as far as she was concerned, it was but a young male up ahead, poking about the small fired pit. The source of such lush scents.
Walking across the sand of the beach wasn't exactly easy, and made Magi's pace slow considerably as she depended on the staff for support. Usually she was in pretty decent shape, but it had been awhile since the young mage walked anywhere, so it was understandable that she tired quickly.
As she approached the young man, her eye's scanned their surroundings. No one else seemed to be about. Perfect, Magi found herself thinking. Just perfect.
Her voice rang out long before she was within his personal space, not only to ensure that she wouldn't surprise the lad, but also to ensure she would not be walking where she was not welcome.
"Pleasant day, Sire. Have you enough to feed two?"
Her hood was still pulled over her head, which comfortably hid her hair, though with the direction of the sun, it was easy enough to see Magi's features. She was a simple girl. Not striking, or beautiful, but neither appearing threatening or scarred. If not for the black robes, staff or magical markings on her right hand, Magi would appear to be just an average young lass with a rather quiet voice.
Robes in need of a wash it seemed.. your robes leaving a scent trail (as well as a normal one) having dragged leaves and detrius wherever you went.. I on the other hand.. as a defender of humans didn't usually get along with black robes or werewolves as a rule.. but there were always exceptions.. but I still hung back in the trees watching to see if it were safe.. though I probably should leave some coinage for the werewolf seeing as I stole some of his venison while watching a brawl a few days ago..
*He kept his eyes closed for a moment and concentrated and let his eyes shift back to that of a human ‘no need to cause any trouble before lunch’ he thought to himself. He watched the woman as she got closer, by the way she moved and by the fact that she seemed to rely on a staff for support he got the immediate impression that she might be older then she actually was. He smiled as he heard her voice and looked to the venison that was just about finished cooking and nodded
“It could be stretched to feed two”
as he turned his attention to the meat and pulled it off of the fire. He groaned silently to himself as he caught the scent of somebody else close by and wondered ‘did I drunkenly send people all over the kingdom invitations to have lunch with me?’
considering your venison was worth writing home about.. theres a chance word got around by it.. truthfully.. my being here was an accident.. but what the hey.. maybe I could trade for the food... unlike the black robe who could probably just conjure her own.. o.O..
If you got right down to it, there really wasn't anything special about Magi. Well, aside from the fact that she knew a little magic. Magic didn't help with the basic human scents. And it certainly didn't help her realize that she was no longer travelling alone.
Her attention lay on the man ahead of her, or rather the smell of roasting food. Liam just happened to be with it. Because of this, Magi had no knowledge that there was someone behind her, keeping watch. She wasn't, afterall, born with eye's in the back of her head, and after walking the distance, wasn't exactly at her highest alert. Why would she be, when folks tended to avoid those dawned in the black robes?
As the man near the fire spoke, Magi flashed that charming smile of hers, that she tended to use when attempting to seem harmless and friendly. She opened her mouth to thank him, but was cut off by his groan. Instead of settling down to sit, having invited herself for the meal in the first place, Magi remained standing for a brief moment.
Though he had spoken politely enough, he did end up groaning which might have been a sure sign that she wasn't as welcome as his voice had indicated. Then, with a casual shrug of her shoulders, Magi made up her mind. She stuck the staff into the soft sand, deep enough so that it would stand there on it's own accord, and settled down, carefully gathering her black robes about her until she was comfortable.
A relieved sigh escaped slightly parted lips. It was good to get off her feet. With both hands, Magi reached up and removed the robe hood, allowing the sun of the day to reflect in her most likely unrulely hair.
"So very kind of you, Sire."
is tempted to throw a Zerrikanian Sun bomb and just steal the venison while everyone is coping with the flash blindness.. though with the werewolves formidible scent abilities.. maybe the stunning effects of the samum would be more useful... either way I was bored.. so I sat down on the branch and yawn...
*He smiled as the woman sat down, at least for the time being his attention was split between the two people, his lunch ‘guest’ the woman in the black robe and some mysterious being trying to be invisible. Anybody who was watching what was going on would notice that Liam appeared to have any weapons with him, it might seem a little strange to the woman who as far as Liam could tell had no clue that he was a werewolf might think it a little odd, while the mysterious being might not think it to be so strange. With a flick of his wrist, Liam took a small blade from his boot and started to cut up the venison with what appeared to be relative ease. As he served up lunch for himself and the woman in the black robe he whistled the tune ‘Danny boy’ to himself unaware of the fact that he was actually whistling*
pulls a dagger out and slices a brance from the tree silently and begins to carve it boredly.. for my skills it was strange that one would be so easily bored... oh well.. stuff it.. I was young.. power didn't mean stuff when you were more interested in ale and wenching..
had finished carving the branch into a uterus... staring at my work I shook my head.. okay.. I was very very bored... putting a slice in the tree I wedged the erm.. organ.. into the slit.. (lol) without making a sound.. then.. getting to my feet I stroll along the branch and leap to the next tree.. figuring this well was dry.. and I could probably find sport elsewhere.. though what was under the black robes clothing did needle me slightly with curiosity.. but meh.. it weren't worth the risk.. and so I continued onwards.. ranging through the forest with noise that could be likened to the wind in the canopy..
It was odd, this sitting on the beach thing. Magi wasn't exactly one to enjoy sitting in the open, and she doubted you could get more open then sand and water. But, food was food, and company that wasn't running for the hills didn't exactly come along every day.
With this thought, Magi began studying the man whom had not reacted the same way other's tended to do when they spotted a member of the black robes, let alone spoke to them. He seemed at ease, even in her company, which struck Magi as odd and a little unnerving.
The quick flick of his wrist distributed a blade, and Magi couldn't control the instant her eyebrows rose in surprise. Her hand, somewhere beneath the black robe, instantly fidgetted, as it reached into one of the many hidden pockets within, a spell already forming on her tongue should she need it. The man, however, didn't seem to pay her any mind, and when Magi saw him use the knife on the meal, she relaxed, and removed her hand from pocket, her throat contracting as she swallowed her words.
His whistling was actually more comfort then his use of the knife on food. A man who intended to attack just didn't whistle so carelessly. Magi sat there in the silence, not wishing to inturrupt his tune. Silence was never uncomfortable for the mage.
She still had no idea that there was someone behind her, nor that the man infront of her was focused on two instead of one.
((Liam Disappeared))
