Post by Reixou on Mar 1, 2011 0:18:36 GMT -5
The black hawk Ciar brought the message. Reixou headed for the village, hesitant to come, but Ainutsa had invited him, and he did not have a valid excuse not to.
The streets were eerily quiet, and Reixou’s cloaked figure made its’ way down the empty cobblestone path. I don’t believe it’s ever been this…peaceful isn’t the word for it. I suppose the silence is more unsettling than peaceful… He thought, pulling his hood forward a bit more. Turning the corner, he caught first glimpse of three figures, one had blonde hair and a figure much like Ainutsa, one looked old, clothed in dark robes, and the last had a grip on the previously mentioned, looking like he was threatening him. But as Reixou moved closer, he couldn’t quite make out the face of the old man, but he was definitely smiling in a very sinister manner.
Confused by the sight, he examined the girl. It was definitely her. As he resolved to approach, he heard not the sound of footsteps, but many quick-moving feet behind him. Turning, his eyes widened at the mob approaching. He moved quickly out of the way, getting caught in the very edge of the mob just before escaping. Thinking over what he had just seen, he shook his head. I should not be here…I sense a foreboding presence upon the city… He looked at the clouds overhead, which were now thundering. Small drops began to fall lightly from the sky; but Reixou knew that would not last for long before the downpour.
There was only one place he could think of at the moment, and he had not been there for a while. Talking with Ainutsa about the ruins had him longing to return to it. I will go there for a few days…come back, and ask Ainutsa what happened… For a moment he thought it was cowardice, but Reixou was not one to put himself unknowingly into potentially dangerous situations. He had learned to trust his gut when it came to things like this.
He managed to find Ciar again, sending word to Ainutsa that he was going to visit the Ruins, would be back in a few days, and was sorry he could not join her.
The light of the moon shone bright upon the rough stone, the pieces still standing, and designs that had been set in parts of grand halls and great buildings; now fallen to the earth.
Reixou walked, slowly, in a trance-like state. He had been there for years before, and still years after, and now he had come back out of habit; for still a couple hundred years passing. Haunting the streets, the ever-empty streets of Qua'elai. There was nothing left for him. Nothing left but this beautiful wreck, the treasured stone that held the illumination of the moon; an eerie glow that completed the setting: A scarlet-skinned wraith, black wings revealed, walking through what was now the ghost of a great city.
His wings flexed, and stretched wide; his legs tensed, bent, and then launched him into the air with a great blur of black feathers.
"One dark guardian, for each.
The five great Elven cities.
And down, they shall fall.
The sky dark,
Even a moon shall fall dim."
The overlord’s words echoed in his head.
The streets were eerily quiet, and Reixou’s cloaked figure made its’ way down the empty cobblestone path. I don’t believe it’s ever been this…peaceful isn’t the word for it. I suppose the silence is more unsettling than peaceful… He thought, pulling his hood forward a bit more. Turning the corner, he caught first glimpse of three figures, one had blonde hair and a figure much like Ainutsa, one looked old, clothed in dark robes, and the last had a grip on the previously mentioned, looking like he was threatening him. But as Reixou moved closer, he couldn’t quite make out the face of the old man, but he was definitely smiling in a very sinister manner.
Confused by the sight, he examined the girl. It was definitely her. As he resolved to approach, he heard not the sound of footsteps, but many quick-moving feet behind him. Turning, his eyes widened at the mob approaching. He moved quickly out of the way, getting caught in the very edge of the mob just before escaping. Thinking over what he had just seen, he shook his head. I should not be here…I sense a foreboding presence upon the city… He looked at the clouds overhead, which were now thundering. Small drops began to fall lightly from the sky; but Reixou knew that would not last for long before the downpour.
There was only one place he could think of at the moment, and he had not been there for a while. Talking with Ainutsa about the ruins had him longing to return to it. I will go there for a few days…come back, and ask Ainutsa what happened… For a moment he thought it was cowardice, but Reixou was not one to put himself unknowingly into potentially dangerous situations. He had learned to trust his gut when it came to things like this.
He managed to find Ciar again, sending word to Ainutsa that he was going to visit the Ruins, would be back in a few days, and was sorry he could not join her.
The light of the moon shone bright upon the rough stone, the pieces still standing, and designs that had been set in parts of grand halls and great buildings; now fallen to the earth.
Reixou walked, slowly, in a trance-like state. He had been there for years before, and still years after, and now he had come back out of habit; for still a couple hundred years passing. Haunting the streets, the ever-empty streets of Qua'elai. There was nothing left for him. Nothing left but this beautiful wreck, the treasured stone that held the illumination of the moon; an eerie glow that completed the setting: A scarlet-skinned wraith, black wings revealed, walking through what was now the ghost of a great city.
His wings flexed, and stretched wide; his legs tensed, bent, and then launched him into the air with a great blur of black feathers.
"One dark guardian, for each.
The five great Elven cities.
And down, they shall fall.
The sky dark,
Even a moon shall fall dim."
The overlord’s words echoed in his head.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.