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| Topic Started: Nov 19 2011, 03:30 AM (405 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Nov 19 2011, 03:30 AM Post #1 |
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It really wasn't a hurricane, at least, the wind didn't come with rain, lightning, hail and all that rubbish that usually affected the coastlines and made the autumn season there so miserable to the people who lived there. But still, particular convergence of forces and winds had somehow managed to contrive to catch Narai while she was on the plains of Aeril. The grass bent, flattened to the ground, and even the odd tree was swaying as the winds battered at it, picking up stones and rocks and throwing them like so much piecemeal. It was not so much an annoyance as it was dangerous, for the airborn projectiles had great potential to deal much more than a nasty knock on the head, fierce as the wind was. No sane person would ever venture out in this weather, unless of course, they were caught in the middle of the storm, in which they immediately tried to find shelter. Of course, they didn't succeed all the time, and the only option was the press on and hope that nothing would come flying their way. And that was what Narai did. As the Matron of House Aravell, she was usually obliged to survey the lands her descendents managed. Of course, she was usually badgered to bring servants along. But she was a Mage and familiar with the road after many long years of travelling, and she needed no servants to take care of her, thank you very much. But now Narai was indeed having some second thoughts about bringing servants along. Though she had been in many storms, this was by far the worst of them. Well, to be honest it really wasn't a storm, she admitted grudgingly, plowing on against the wind, using her magic to block out the worst of it. Much of the wind skittered against the ward that she had built in front of herself, but to preserve her energies she allowed some of it through. Soil and sand were flung at her, only to curve around the barrier she had. Her staff thudded on the ground, giving her extra purchase in the now treacherous landscape. Then out of the blue came the log, hurled over at full force. Narai gasped and ducked, throwing out as strong a protection as she could muster. The decimated tree bounced on the ground, then was flung up into the air again, giving the shield a glancing blow. But it was enough. The shield caved in, flinging Narai off her feet, where she scrabbled for some purchase on the ground, trying desperately to stop herself from being flung into the air. |
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| Zeno | Nov 22 2011, 11:53 PM Post #2 |
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τὰ ὄντα ἰέναι τε πάντα καὶ μένειν οὐδέν.
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(Been planning to reply to this for a while, sorry it took so long. :3) No matter what he did, Cyno would not stop whimpering. "It's not even a storm. No loud noises, see?" he'd told her, and yet she quavered in fear at the howling wind. He'd patted her, tried to distract her with bits of meat and even resorted to pointing out that she'd bloody grown up in the plains, but she still quavered, wandering around with her tail between her legs and looked helpless. Zeno stood, staring at his dog, his arms crossed. He shook his head. "I don't know what I'll do with you." Cyno whined. Just then, there was a loud THUMP on the rickety door that separated Zeno's cave from the world. Cyno yelped, Zeno jumped- "By the emperor's panties!"- and rushed immediately to the door, loosed the latch and opened it. Wind smacked him in the face, and it took him a moment to open his eyes enough to see that it was a branch that had hit the door, and it was now stuck in the frame. He cursed and kicked it out of the way as the wind swirled at his himation and scattered several papers across the room. A movement in the distance caught his eye- a distant shape battered by the wind. It appeared to be female, judging by the long hair blown back with such force that it seemed about to be ripped out by the roots. Stupid, he thought, Who goes out in weather like this? He was about to close the door and let the stranger be, when he saw a branch tumbling through the air- he wanted to yell out a warning, but it was useless. It struck the woman, flung her off her feet so she tumbled like a leaf on the breeze. He cursed some more- now he was obliged to help this stranger. He was no hero- he was far too old for that, but it was cruel to just let her struggle like that. He steeled himself, glancing back at the now-howling Cyno, and then dashed out. It was a good thing he retained some of the muscle from his youth- he thought the wind would pick him up as well. He bent over, running as if he were about to headbutt someone, and, finally, stopped by the prone figure of the woman. He crouched by her, feeling the push of the wind abate slightly now that he had adopted a more compact position. He grabbed her arms, tugging at her to try to get her to stand. "Come on, there's shelter nearby!" |
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| Deleted User | Nov 24 2011, 02:27 AM Post #3 |
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Arms. Tugging at her sleeve, her shoulder, trying to pull her up. Narai blinked, slightly dazed, her mind slightly foggy. Then the shrieking wind playing about her ears woke her to her predicament, and she looked around to see an old man trying to lift her despite the wind. He was trying to get her to safety apparently, judging from what she could make out from his words. The wind was just so loud, and the blow from the log was still ringing in her ears. Her staff was still in her right hand, and she flung it out towards the wind, sending out a protective bubble of magic around the two of them. The wind was pushed back, its roar muted, even as a slight blue haze marked out the boundaries of her protection. The odd gust still managed to push through, but otherwise, there was little to harm them save for large projectiles that were still possibly being hurled about by the strong gale that would probably rage for another few hours or so, if she was lucky. If she wasn't lucky, perhaps a few days. She turned to the man, hurrying along with him in the direction he had indicated. "I thank you for giving me shelter today. I certainly do need it." She said, wincing slightly. Her ankle was giving her problems - probably it was sprained - and she would certainly need some rest before setting out again. "What is your name and what are you doing living out all alone in the plains?" The shield she was holding was certainly draining out a significant portion of her magic now that she was casting at full strength. She hoped that she would be able to make it to shelter before either her ankle or her magic gave out. |
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| Zeno | Nov 24 2011, 03:00 AM Post #4 |
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τὰ ὄντα ἰέναι τε πάντα καὶ μένειν οὐδέν.
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Oh, good, she's not dead. This woman, on top of not being dead, also apparently could do some fancy magic. Zeno was not fazed, merely vaguely intrigued. "S'no problem," he said gruffly as he lead her back towards his cave in the hill. The door was pushed open by the wind, rattling like a dry leaf, to the point where Zeno worried that it would be torn out, hinges and all, from the stone. Cyno dithered by the door, unable to decide whether to stay in or follow her master. She ran out a few paces, only to be frightened by the wind tearing at her brown and white fur, at which point she dove back into the cave, her yelps inaudible over the wind. He shook his head at the sight, smiling. His garden was fine as well, from what he could tell, protected as it was by a wooden wall. So, since the woman was alive and his possession largely un-damaged, this had been a successful expedition. He could only hope that Phormio was taking good care of the goats for the time being. "I'm Zeno." He gestured at the dog now standing by the door, shaking and howling. "She's Cyno." He paused, and then gave the same answer he always did in such situations, "It's a life-style choice." It was strange, walking so easily in the middle of a windstorm, as if it were just a stroll down the street. They were soon at the door- Cyno scampered away into a corner and Zeno held out his arm, gesturing for the stranger to go in first. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said, his voice and smile showing a hint of satire. It certainly was humble- a rickety bed, a desk strewn with papers and inkwells, a fire pit, a few chairs and a trunk for his clothes, all of which he had made himself. He stepped inside, saying, "Need help with that ankle?" He could ask her name later- she was limping, and that must be dealt with first. Edited by Zeno, Nov 24 2011, 07:12 AM.
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| Deleted User | Nov 26 2011, 02:58 AM Post #5 |
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Narai smiled slightly. "It is a pleasure to meet you Zeno, and you too Cyno." The last was directed at the dog, who had a distinctly windswept look about her, having tried to run out the door, on to be literally sent back with her tail between her legs. Barking madly, the dog ran around her, trying to lick her face. "Nonono, don't touch my dress Cyno. One little pawprint on my dress and I will make myself a Cyno rug." She said, her voice slightly dry. It wasn't likely that Cyno would understand her anyway, so she said nothing else, only looked pointedly at the fireplace, which roared to life, having been dimmed by the wind that had blasted through the open door. "It would be kind of you. Thank you for offering." Narai said in response to Zeno's question. "I do need to travel some more once I have rested and the weather abaits. I need to get back to Kinaldi to my family." She sat on the floor, wincing slightly at the pain in her ankle as she bent down. The air warmed slightly as she shivered, drawing magic to warm the atmosphere subtly. She was indeed slightly chilled by the wind, which was still howling outside as if trying to bring the entire building down on its knees. |
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| Zeno | Nov 28 2011, 07:36 PM Post #6 |
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τὰ ὄντα ἰέναι τε πάντα καὶ μένειν οὐδέν.
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Zeno set about retrieving a kettle and filling it with water from a bucket in the corner of the room. He didn't notice Cyno at first, but the woman's vague threat caught his attention. "Cyno!" he called, and he made a clicking noise with his tongue that summoned her to his side. She licked his face, which didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. "It means she likes you," he said to the woman, nudging the over-excited dog away so he could shuffle his way across the room to the trunk by his bed. He withdrew a packet of wrapped linen, explaining, "Willow bark, for the pain. You're lucky, I only got this the other day." It had come from some quiet, nervous girl who apparently just happened to be travelling through the plains. Strange person, she had been. Zeno shredded some of the bark into the kettle and then crouched by the firepit, blowing on the lightly smoldering embers there to bring them back to life. Soon the fire was going, and the kettle was heated by the flames. Again he went to the trunk, Cyno dancing about his feet. "You know, you're lucky you got away with only an injured ankle. The winds here have been known to cause more serious injuries." He pulled out rags and made his way back to his visitor, holding them out to indicate that he wished to bandage her ankle for support. "Why in the name of the emperor's royal nose hairs were you going for a walk in weather like this?" He crouched by her and politely (as strange as that was for him) waited for her to give him her foot so that he could bind it. Cyno sat with him, looking up at the woman with expectant eyes, obviously hoping for some attention. "And what's your name? That might be useful to know." |
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