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| DH_Ninja | Aug 16 2009, 06:57 PM Post #1 |
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It had been a while since Agnar had parted with Drake and Portal. The experience had been quite interesting indeed and he remembered them rather foundly. He hoped they would meet again, he had a feeling he eventually would. Now he was on a beach on the island of Angkar, his eyes closed, meditating as he reflected back on his experiences in the past week or so. The travels had been worth it for learning a new spell, one that could dispell objects. It was still in it's early stages and could be refined much more, but never the less, It was a greatand welcome addition to what he could do. "Indeed, this has been rather fun." Agnar said opening his eyes and gazing out to the gentle ocean before him. It was past noon, about 4 o clock. It wouldn't be bright for much longer, twilight approched. He sat there on a long strech of beach isolated from society. Agnar for once was not wearing his old ratty brown traveling cloak, instead, he wore his arcane robe that usually was hidden by the disgusting thing. His quarter staff was besides him, lodged in the sand. It wasn't going anywhere unless Agnar willed it. He smirked, if it could be seen through such a large beard. The area was peaceful for once. He stood up grabbing the staff and contemplated a new spell of some sort. He wanted something new, something different. |
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| MidnightShadow | Aug 17 2009, 02:17 PM Post #2 |
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The ocean was relatively calm, although that would not last for long. With the coming of the moon would be the coming of the tides, or rather the ebbing of the water away from the shoreline, until the following morning where it would return once again, soaking all that it had left to try for the evening. Shadow wandered the shoreline of Angkar, an island she had visited but once, before her fall. She had left her boots somewhere along the beach and was content to meander barefoot, the water lapping against her ankles as her toes squished through the wet sand. She held out her arms as if she were walking on a balance beam, but rather than simply look like she was tipping back and forth for the hell of it, her arms were surrounded by a large string of water. It looped and wrapped around her arms and upper back, appearing behind her like some sort of long, elaborate scarf that a rich woman might possess, or a dancer. In the midst of manipulating it to shift and move like a living creature, she also froze and unfroze it in places, often sending small beads of ice to circulate through the centre of the complete structure, a nice little display. A steady breeze blew her hair about, bangs into her eyes and then away again with its indecision. The shapeshifter paused for a moment, turning to face the sea. It was a brief thought, wondering where the hippocampus was and if it was happy, or if it had transformed itself into the ring that had once occupied a finger on her right hand. She wondered, too, if someone might not find that ring one day, or the creature itself, and if it would grant them the same power it had once granted her. If that were possible, it was only another small leap in thought to wonder what would become of the land, at that point. This world doesn't need walking, breathing, living deities again. So long as a deity is in one's heart or in their mind, that's all they need. The shapeshifter turned from the waters then and resumed walking, humming quietly to herself. If there truly was a deity out there, or multiple deities, and it was their will to see gods ascend again in this land, then so be it. It was nice, however, not to be burdened by that responsibility any longer. As she continued along the shoreline, briefly wondering what Razarod was doing at that moment, what was happening elsewhere in the world, little thoughts that had no bearing on anything for her at that particular moment, she came upon a man. Bearded, robed, and carrying a staff, it was her first assumption that he was likely some sort of mage, for rarely did one see a full-blooded mage walking around carrying an axe and armour. As she passed him by, about six or seven feet separating them, Shadow nodded her head and murmured a quiet hello, and continued onward. To her the water that was almost lovingly wrapped around her body wasn't a feat of magic, but an unconscious need to manipulate it. That was, of course, tied to magic, but not in the same way that others were. No, indeed, Shadow required the actual existence of water, or trees, or light for her to be able to tap into her spells. That was, perhaps, what set her apart from most. |
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| DH_Ninja | Aug 17 2009, 02:59 PM Post #3 |
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As Agnar stood, he noticed a young women passing by, seemingly manipulating water from the ocean, a string of it wrapping her arms and trailing behind her. As she passed she muttered a quiet hello, even though she payed enough enough attention to him to acknoledge him, she seemed to be deeping thought. Something about the this women bothered him, Agnar wasn't sure what. He was sure he must have heard something about her, it was on the tip of his tounge and the back of his mind. So many years in isolation, news was rare, but still. "Young one." Agnar spoke rather seriously. For once, there would be no games and no act this time. "Something seems to trouble you, I can feel it in my bones." Agnar didn't actually feel anything, but he tended to be good at reading people. Even if this women wasn't troubled by anything, she was thinking about something. "I see you are rather skilled at manipulating water, perhaps you would like to train with me. As you can guess, I am a mage of sorts, still trying to learn more yet. We both could stand to gain something from it." Agnar hoped the women would accept his offer, it would help the time go by faster, perhaps he could learn more about who this women was. He hoped it would fufill his need to prod and learn what was actually bothering him about her. Also, he hoped to gain an even greater understanding of element manipulation. |
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| MidnightShadow | Aug 20 2009, 03:41 PM Post #4 |
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Shadow glanced back as she was addressed, pausing in her wanderings along the edge of the shore. The water, too, in its endless cycle paused, becoming entirely still, the icy beads within a testament to that. She was completely silent for a moment, a deep frown etching itself upon her visage as she seemed to consider his words for a moment. As far as she was concerned they weren't well-grounded, as she wasn't particularly troubled by anything, but it was a nice sentiment; her thoughts were simply wandering, and with wandering came a more subdued and vaguer demeanour than was natural to her. "No, nothing troubles me; I simply enjoy wandering within the recesses of my mind, where no mortal hand may touch. Besides, I find the ocean calming, allowing me time to think." The shapeshifter paused, considering his invitation. It wasn't that it was an odd one - in the near-distant past she had once taught magic to those who sought it - but that she wasn't sure what it was he hoped to accomplish. And training, for that matter, was a mild source of perplexion. In any case, as far as she was concerned, it wouldn't hurt to try - especially since she had the entire ocean backing her. There was almost nothing she couldn't do with that much water. Shadow turned to face him, her hands spread wide. Water twisted around her arms, a perfect sphere forming in the palm of either hand. "Very well," she replied, a slight grin forming upon her lips. She wasn't sure what his idea of 'training' would be, but it wouldn't be exactly fair of her to make the first move, not when combat was one of her specialities. "If that is what you desire, I shall oblige. Please, good sir, set the mood so that I may set the tone." An instant, conscious connection was forged between her and the sea. It had been a while since she'd exercised her magic in any real form. |
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| DH_Ninja | Aug 20 2009, 06:22 PM Post #5 |
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"Oh I see." Agnar had been off in a way, but right in another. "I know the look of a wandering mind, usually when mine wanders, there is something a miss. You see where i'm coming from though, yes?" He began to stretch his neck and left arm by rotating it in a circle. As he did this he slammed the quarter staff into the sand next to him. "Something about you....seems different to me...I can't put my finger on it he said as he began to extend his arms and fingers, as he entered a more of a tai chi like motion and stance. There was a cracking sound that could be heard as he clenched his right extended hand into a fist in one swift motion and then relaxed it. His hand began to eminate a blueish glow and soon his whole body gave off a low aura of blue, almost identical to the robes he wore. He moved his arm up and down as if to stir the aura of magical energy around him as he focused. "Channel the magic, focus it. Let it fill your essence. Tell me about what magika you know of and can use." |
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| MidnightShadow | Aug 22 2009, 02:51 PM Post #6 |
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She nodded, a slight shrug to her shoulders to suggest that while she understood where he was coming from, she still didn't entirely agree. When he made his elaborate motions, the shapeshifter simply stood by and watched, a slight smirk upon her face that quickly grew wider when he spoke. The beauty to her magic, something that she had never seen in any other being who possessed it, was that hers was not derived from nothing - Shadow didn't have to reach into the depths of nothing to conjure a spell. Linked directly to nature it simply had to be present for her to use it. This meant, of course, that if it wasn't present she couldn't, but there were always other ways of obtaining the material for her spells, especially given that there was almost always a source of water nearby, the atmosphere itself being the most obvious. "That would ruin the fun," she laughed, shifting her feet so that they were spread apart and buried deep into the sand. The cold of it and the water at her feet didn't much bother her. "How many mana users do you come across who simply tell you what they're capable of? I'm no different. But, if you hadn't already guessed, I have a deep and very... obvious... connection with water-based spells." As if to emphasize this, more water joined her ribbon from the sea, increasing its size twice, until the liquid was touching her flesh simply because it was too large not too. "I'll give you a hint: I specialize in spells dealing with nature." Upon saying that, Shadow set her focus elsewhere, tapping into a part of her water magic that most were not aware that it could do. The world around them, suddenly, shimmered, fading away, to be replaced by something wholly different. No longer standing on the shore of an ocean, however many miles away from Zedrin, on the Island of Angkar, they now stood in the midst of a tropical rainforest. They stood on either side of a bank, opposite one another, of a river that was easily seventy-five feet wide, and were about a hundred down from a massive waterfall. Rocks half the size of a cottage house jutted out from the water, causing it to cascade in a variety of different ways. Around them tropical trees towered while forest animals went about their way, exotic and beautiful, all creations of the mind. The smell of the water and its forest permeated and overtook that of the ocean shore while the sound of a crashing waterfall consumed that of the ebbing waves. For all intents and purpoes, the illusion seemed entirely real; it was obvious it was an illusion, however, as she had done it while they had both been aware. It would take time for one to lose their true sense of reality, but that was fine. He had wanted to know what she could do, and show him she had. "Oh, and illusions too, I suppose." Shadow grinned mischievously. She reached out and ran her fingers over a plant frond. Beneath the sensitive tactile pads of her digits, it felt exactly like a real plant. |
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| DH_Ninja | Aug 22 2009, 07:49 PM Post #7 |
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"Not many do tell. Rather then use nature, I rely more upon myself for channeling magika. To become one with myself rather than nature." Agnar was completely awed by the power of the illussion she was able to conjure, how real it was. Tapping into nature for their magic was definently interesting. Agnar usually channeled it through himself, usiing himself as a median rather than his surroundings. "Your power is great ." Agnar replied with a smirk as the area around shadow began to fill with the smell of dead leaves because he willed it. Though he was a pure illusionist by trade, it would be hard to tell reality from fantasy, this women was truly skilled and Agnar knew it. Agnar would have to truly focus to tell the difference. So a clone of himself began to materialize besides him, it mimicked his every move perfectly, as Agnar intended it too. "Never before have I seen such a thing. Truly impressive, but it will take alot to fool this old man." Both he and his clones moved their mouths, both speaking at the same time, sound seemed to come from both. Agnar valud his ghost soudn and ghost smell spells as well as his ability to create any image he wanted too. Area was the limitation though, he needed more focus. He wondered if he could possibly learn a thing or two from this experience. |
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| MidnightShadow | Aug 24 2009, 09:40 PM Post #8 |
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Shadow sniffed as the scent of dead leaves disrupted the beauty of her amazon forest. Suddenly, without warning, the illusion vanished, leaving behind the ocean shore once more, but now with the smell of those same rotting leaves lingering in the air. She frowned and arched an eyebrow towards the man who apparently shared a bit in her talents, spreading her arms akimbo, the water twisting around it with an air of agitation to it. More water gathered with it, seemingly from the ocean, although most of it was merely an illusion. That which was was shot towards the older man, becoming icy daggers that stopped just short of his face, glaringly close, easily thirty or fourty of them; a similar set hovered in front of the clone's visage. They shone in the sunlight, beautiful yet deadly. The ribbon remained around the shifter's arms and back. "Oh, I'm not trying to fool you at all. You wanted to see the extent of my power, and so here I am, showing you. I said I wasn't going to tell you what it was, but that doesn't stop me from showing. You do know, however, that I can see the difference between you and your clone? Having some level of mastery over illusionary magic usually grants that small favour." While she knew that he also had had enough experience with it to realize what was probably real and what was not, that still didn't stop her from exercising that power, channelling it through the water as she always did. As far as Shadow was concerned, her power was spawned and a derivative of the water, for it was moisture and water that often created mirages and illusions (along with heat), not abnormal feats of the mind. Several clones spawned around Shadow, popping into existence with ease now that she was no longer focused on an entire scene. There were five of them, each silent, yet moving in ways and shifting in ways that were identical to the true personality. However, soon those creations were shifting, bodies elongating or growing smaller as each transformed, taking on the aspects of a true shapeshifter: One became a cockatoo whose crest feathers and wings were dusted with an intense pink one would find in the sunset; one became a wolf, mostly brown in colour, yet with white patches all over its body; another became an elegant elk, tall and graceful, horned; the last became a lizard of sorts, body long, yet small in stature, scaly, but not unplesantly so. And then Shadow herself shapeshifted, for a mere moment, to become a jaguar. The large feline, spotted and ferocious, growled as she lowered herself onto her front paws, behind in the air, tail whipping back and forth - a stance best known for play. An almost feline smile seemed to be present upon her maw before she transformed back, along with her clones, who then disappeared entirely, quickly phasing out of existence. "I wouldn't say that my power is great, but that I simply know how to use it effectively. I've spent years toying with my magic, pushing its limits and my own. You quickly learn what works and what doesn't, and you learn a mastery of it as you begin to explore it. That is why I have chosen not to channel it through myself. By doing so, I would be weakening that power, pushing it through a filter when, evidently, my magic works best when tied to nature itself. I pride myself only on being able to fight." The shards that had hovered in front of the man's face suddenly fell towards the ground, become sand blown in the wind as they did so, disappearing until they ceased to exist altogether. "But come now - I haven't seen much of what you can do, and it was you who wanted to practice in the first place." |
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| DH_Ninja | Aug 24 2009, 10:34 PM Post #9 |
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The illussion vanished around Agnar and then the next thing Agnar realized, icy daggers had been launched at his face, but stopped short. "Oh, I'm not trying to fool you at all. You wanted to see the extent of my power, and so here I am, showing you. I said I wasn't going to tell you what it was, but that doesn't stop me from showing. You do know, however, that I can see the difference between you and your clone? Having some level of mastery over illusionary magic usually grants that small favour." "But of course. I know that." Agnar grinned, not so much as flinching from the launched "attack". This was after all, a deminstration. Having pointed out the clone, she made clones and then formshifted them as well herself. It reminded him of Drake. "I wouldn't say that my power is great, but that I simply know how to use it effectively. I've spent years toying with my magic, pushing its limits and my own. You quickly learn what works and what doesn't, and you learn a mastery of it as you begin to explore it. That is why I have chosen not to channel it through myself. By doing so, I would be weakening that power, pushing it through a filter when, evidently, my magic works best when tied to nature itself. I pride myself only on being able to fight." The shards in front of Agnar dropped disapearing, there seemed there was more to say afterwords, rather then interrupting, Agnar waitied. "But come now - I haven't seen much of what you can do, and it was you who wanted to practice in the first place." "My father...you see. taught me in a certain way and thus I practice in that way. It works, however with my exile and old age, the mind grows duller and the abilitiy to craft spell weakens. In time. It shall return in my travels. But, don't sell yourself short. You are extremely talented, I wouldn't say just because you work at it either." Agnar stopped in his ramble and thought for a moment. "Ah yes, what you want to see from me." Agnar's clone bent over backwards and snapped into two, producing a gory mess. The rest seemed to collapse in upon itself, being sucked into an unseen vortex, slowly disapearing and being torn apart, in a rather violent manner at that. When it finally did dissapear, the word, poof could be heard in a high pitch rather humorous sound. In addition to this it appeared over it in pink cartoonish letters as confetti rained down from where it was. Slowly it faded out of existence as four other clones began to tear themselves from Agnar, appearing right out of the flesh, each slightly different in their own way. Each wore a different colored robe and had a slightly different shade of hair as well. They then began to carry on conversations with each other, each speaking in a different voice with a different accent, as Agnar began to think of something else he could have them do. If Shadow had actually paid attention to the conversation, she would realize that they were actually talking about a poker night they were going to try to plan. Rather in depth plan on when to meet and how Tuesday was no good for the one in the red robe. The green robed one then began to point out that the women was watching yet and waiting for the real Agnar to do something. The purple one then sighed and said he hoped it would work well. Agnar then snapped his fingers and thought of something. He approached the group of himself talking and then began to converse with them. He then created an exact clone of himself mimicing what he had been doing as he teleported 10 feet behind Shadow. When he reappeared he watched them converse and readied to cast a silence spell in the area for when Shadow actually spoke. As he looked back upon what he had done, it was rather creative and elaborate, doing exactly as he had envisioned. It never required him to full concentrate on his own illussions as he always had a great idea of what he wanted them to do. The magic practically worked it self. (Ooc: When Shadow goes to talk, Silence will automatically take effect.) |
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| MidnightShadow | Aug 27 2009, 07:06 PM Post #10 |
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He obliged her, this stranger whose name she didn't know, complimenting her before he set about casting his own spells, creating more clones, who took to speaking to one another. She listened to them jabber on, half-paying attention to the conversation, the other half of her mind not necessarily losing interest, but drifting elsewhere because she didn't much care for pointless conversation unless it had to do with something marginally important. Poker, as far as Shadow was concerned, wasn't important, either. She did, however, catch that at least one of the clones wanted his creator to do something exceptional. When the old man disappeared, the shapeshifter instinctively twisted on the balls of her feet to look behind her, knowing that it was a popular trick among those who also knew how to fight. And there he was, standing ten feet away, exactly where she had assumed he would be. She wasn't sure what his skill level was, or the extent of it, but she made to commend him anyway - until, that is, she realized that she had been silenced. That surprised her. The surprise, however, was short-lived as a slow grin spread across her face. It was a nifty trick, to silence someone or the area around them, one that she didn't know. Of course, there was a good reason for that: Shadow's magic didn't rely on her voice to activate, like many mages she knew. Sure, there could be casting times at times due to the amount of concentration it might take to gather her materials, but she never ever had to speak aloud - no summonings, no chants, no petty little poems to evoke a spell; she also didn't need to know runes, either. The grin widened as she used a string of water to write in the sand: A neat trick you have there, stranger. Unfortunately for you, nothing I do relies on the power of my voice. Against someone like me, it's all for naught. Nice try, though. Excellent for those who do. As if to demonstrate this, she pulled another ribbon of water from the ocean to replace the one she'd used. Using her mind, she crafted the entire blob into what was effectively a dragon. The beast, about the size of a wolf, flew through the air, watery wings touching the illusionist's cheek before it set its sights towards the ocean. A cacophonous boom penetrated the air that hadn't been silenced as the dragon plunged into the sea, its watery particles dispersing as soon as they reunited with the host. Inside the silent bubble, Shadow fidgeted; she felt both deaf and mute, and in both instances would have been near-driven mad if they were permanent. A quiet sigh of relief was breathed when the magical weight was removed from her shoulders, and was only confirmed when she heard the sound of her own breath passing between her lips. With an expression that was a bit more somber than the last, she turned her gaze back towards the stranger; before it had been on the ocean, as if to still the mild panic that had risen within. "Interesting, what you can do," she commented, arms folding across her chest. The ribbon of water that had previously wound itself around her body was gone, gone with the dragon that it had become. "Silencing - an excellent technique, for those who actually make use of their voices. Where'd you learn that one?" As far as she was concerned, the power to silence another was difficult to come by, as it could cause quite the damage if done correctly. |
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| DH_Ninja | Aug 27 2009, 07:39 PM Post #11 |
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Agnar remained still as did the clones who stared at the dragon that had been formed. He made no reaction to it as it flew towards him, even going as far as touching his cheek before flying into the ocean. As it submerged into the sea, the clones all literally turned pure white as the explosion rang out. Agnar made little reaction to it, beside whincing. He decided to dismiss the clones as he had no further use for them. "Interesting, what you can do, silencing - an excellent technique, for those who actually make use of their voices. Where'd you learn that one?" He turned to face shadow and the put a finger in his ear. They were ringing a bit yet, but he could hear yet. "You learn a great many things about how to manipulate your surroundings at my age ma'am." Agnar said smirking removing his finger from his ear. "Oh before I forget." He produced a fire ball in his hand. "I conjure fire." He chuckled as he dismissed it. "I develop everything on my own. I learned the basics of illussion long ago and crafted everything since you have seen. But where are my manners. We've not introduced. I am Agnar Aureulous." |
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| MidnightShadow | Sep 6 2009, 07:23 PM Post #12 |
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It amused her that he should have suffered from the noise of the beast, not the existence of it itself. She watched as the fiddled with his ear, the clones gone, the two of them the only two left upon the beach once again. His use of fire came as no surprise to her, for it seemed that, not only did most of the people she knew seem to have taken a liking to fire-based magic, but also that it was a very popular form of magic. Shadow nodded her head in recognition, speaking briefly: "My primary element used to be fire. But that was a long time ago, when I was young." It hadn't occurred to the shapeshifter to make introductions, although even if it had, she probably wouldn't have followed through with it. There was nothing to be gained from exchanging names and possible histories when the chances of seeing the other person were so low it was entirely unlikely. Besides that, she felt as though she was parting with some sort of piece of her identity, especially since it was her name that was tied to all those deeds that she had done before her fall. Still, it was usually her 'nickname' that she gave people, not the full title - that was reserved for those she trusted most. "A pleasure, Agnar. You can just call me Shadow." She paused. "It's been an enlightening experience, I suppose you could say, to see what others are capable of in this realm, even on this island, if this happens to be where you're from. While I enjoy a little bit of friendly sparring and bragging using magic, there are things I would like to return to, other things that I need to do. Unless, of course, you have anything else you'd like to say?" Shadow's emerald eyes lingered on the old man's face, searching. |
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| DH_Ninja | Sep 6 2009, 08:09 PM Post #13 |
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"Shadow? Such an unusual name. A nickname perhaps?" Agnar questioned. "As for any other things I may have, some abilities are best left unused." Agnar said closing his eyes, reopening them with a serious look. "I do not originate from this island, I come from...hm...oh....it's been so long. 300 years at least, I believe it was Morrim. I have trouble remembering much of it." Agnar crossed his arms and tried to think. It was difficult for him. yet he searched. His father was a noble, murdered for political reasons, his mother more or less upperclass commoner. "I honestly could not tell you much, and that which I can remember is personal information which is no longer needed. |
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| MidnightShadow | Sep 18 2009, 09:37 PM Post #14 |
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"In some ways, yes, but on a technicality, no. It is my name, my only name, the one thing I've carried with me constantly since my youth. The origins of such a thing, the reasoning behind its conception, is better left unsaid, for even I do not know why it was bequeathed upon me." The shapeshifter paused, turning, her eyes slowly leaving his face to look out to sea once more. It was a brief look, as if to confirm that it was still there, before she was attentively listening to him once again. It didn't entirely come as a surprise that he was so old - she had met another, by the name of Andromalius, who was just as old, and also, ironically, from Morrim - given that he looked old. Shadow smiled slightly at his comment, and nodded her head. "I suppose that is the nature of life; one forgets the things that don't matter, remembers the things that do. Unfortunately, I do not wish to share my past, for reasons that are my own. I suppose the only thing that would matter at this point is that I am not a native to this land's soils - not Angkar, but to the world as a whole, Soare, Esiria. I came here during the Migration, something I'm sure you've heard of, at least in some form. With the end of one world came the beginning of a new one, and I was among those who... were shunned, I suppose you could say. But... I shall leave you with that thought. Perhaps something will come of it." Shadow smiled mischievously and turnd her back to him. She briefly wondered if he would make the connections between what she had said and who she was - on Angkar, especially, where the feelings towards the former deities had been none too friendly - but then dismissed it, favouring instead thoughts of whether they would ever meet again. The likelihood of it seemed non-existent. But, if they ever did... She looked forward to seeing what skills he possessed then. A soft humming echoed across the sandy shore as the shapeshifter began to meander down its length. It was a quiet song, something that few others had heard before, one that she'd picked up off of that same creature from Morrim. Her voice, amidst the waves, gradually receded as she continued her path into oblivion. |
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