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| Stonewalled; - For Loknai - | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 18 2014, 05:05 PM (212 Views) | |
| Jhaereth | Aug 18 2014, 05:05 PM Post #1 |
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Things were going well. If you could count being in the middle of the desert with no water except for most of a flask of dark elven brandy as 'going well.' The sky was a crisp clear blue, the heat of the morning already escalating and Jhaereth was beginning to wonder what fool's notion had set him exactly on this course int he first place. Why north? Just because you can walk ten times as fast as most mortals, land relying, doesn't mean you should. Still! It had been a good experiment anyway, and he'd discovered so far that objects directly in his path of movement went from being mildly threatening to highly dangerous when moving at such a speed. He stopped walking, staggered then resumed to a gentle sway as he crested another dune, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. As if it wasn't bad enough with the heat up here, he'd never seen the desert before, didn't quite know how to handle this. Couldn't someone just come along with a broom and sweep it up? Who would leave such a mess here unattended like this? It was truly disgraceful. And then there was the sweat. Had he known the desert was this way, he wouldn't have bothered. But on the odd chance that he had, he'd have at least worn white, instead of his array of deliciously dark attire. What now? He'd been chasing the mirage of water on the horizon for the better part of an hour at least, and it didn't seem to be getting any closer. He might have cursed were it not so uncouth. You never knew who might be nearby and listening for it, so that they could run back to their masters and report that he'd said a most heinous swear. The drow thinned his already slim lips to a hard pale line, poisonous green hues watching that rippling haze on the horizon that promised water yet. Maybe it was a trick. But it couldn't be a trick because he was Jhaereth Valatar and Jhaereth Valatar did not fall for tricks. He fell for pretty girls and small inconveniently placed rocks. Wait. Was that movement independent of the haze? It was. He squinted against the eye-watering brightness of the light, thankfully not in possession of the horrible weakness of his would-be people. He could thank magical experimental mutation for that one though it really was very bright. And hot. And he was sticky and uncomfortable and thatwasagoddamnedscorpionrightTHERE. He knew what a scorpion was. He wasn't a complete idiot. There were some things they had the same in the Underdark, though he had to admit this one was absolutely tiny in comparison, he wisely chose to Evade From Afar as all good wizards do, and rocketed off again in the opposite direction, towards the cursed trees. Trees meant water. He would thank Merisiel for that tidbit of info later too. And it was on the edge of the oasis that he managed to make his most spectacular fall yet, tripping on some solid object that had accelerated far too quickly in time to stop for, rending the air with a sudden girlish shriek. The drow managed to turn himself into a projectile, shooting away ten times as fast as the average person's running speed, into the nearest sand dune. Which was created by himself. With his face. Naturally it was some moments before he extricated himself and sat dazed on the sand, blinking blearily at what he'd managed to catch this time. Not a rock, surprisingly. A person. Apologizing seems the best thing to do. Rubbing the sand from his eyes and managing to only make it worse, his temper flared and he managed to work his mouth to a semblance of words in the common tongue, as it seemed the most proliferous. "Are you lost? Can I help you starve and die?" Wait that didn't sound like an apology. Close enough. He rose shakily, caught the light flashing on the water and decided to ignore the current person-who-wants-to-be-inanimate, wishing fervently that he had his flesh-to-glass spell, if not for the unfortunate events that had drained him dry of all but a handful of his most basic spells. Water! Perfect, now if he could just get a drink...he stepped forward towards the water, fully intending to end up on the bank... |
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| Loknai | Aug 18 2014, 05:36 PM Post #2 |
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Loknai had spent the past week travelling from oasis to oasis, stopping in at he occasional village as he went. Over the months of travel, this was the first he had seen a man dressed like this, running through the desert at a speed faster than he could sprint by a good ten times. Wondering if this was some city dweller, who had never seen the desert before, more likely than not, he scooped a scorpion out of the sand and put it at the top of a dune, along the direction he thought the man would travel. After this he retreated behind a dune towards the oasis he had just left, and sat there waiting, with his foot left out, hoping this strange man would come this way. Luckily, he did, and flew after tripping over Loknai's extended leg. Laughing at the man,no, drow, landing face first in the sand, he then remained quite and still as a statue. The drow asked if he needed help starving, but Loknai kept his lips sealed. As soon as this stranger had recovered himself, Loknai waited for him to take another one of his unnaturally fast strides before warping space in a bubble around him, standing himself smack dab in the middle of the stranger's path and bracing himself in the sand, yelling "Surprise!" as he waits for impact....
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| Jhaereth | Aug 18 2014, 06:22 PM Post #3 |
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Surprise! Oh god. Oh gods. There was no stopping. One moment he was striding away from the oddly still statuesque man, wondering if he'd been hit by a gorgon or something, the next he was just right there. Inconveniently in his trajectory path. Naturally, having something his you with a velocity that fast was pretty impressive to say the least. Both of them went down, the stranger knocked from his feet and Jhaereth simply responding as anyone would when running into someone bigger. He collided with him, and rebounded with the force of running blindly into a brick wall really fast, one foot stumbling on the sand and the other flailing on the road to nowhere. Half a curse left his mouth somewhere between the air forcing itself out of his lungs in a whoop, and then he was on his back fifteen feet away from the impact point, lying on his side, half on his back, with his knees tangled over his head. For a moment all he could see was fluffy white down, then he realized this was down the fact that his hair was covering the front of his face. Just as well really because his look could have fried an egg right there and then. That was it, he was going to blow that statue-person-prankster to pieces! ...Okay so he didn't have any spells that would do that but he could call it names until it bled, or something. Just as soon as he could get some air into his lungs of course. In future he'd have to make it a dire point not to slam into people, as well as the more obvious objects. But it was hardly his fault, he'd moved away and then..bam! With some difficulty the elf swung his legs off of his face and rolled onto his back, one hand scooping the mane of unruly curls from his face, then coughed up a mixture of sand and acidic saliva. Finally reaching his feet, he stood unsteadily and clasped his hands to his knees, bent double and breathing hard. Light and Shadow, but he felt like he'd been beaten all over. He ached with a hundred bruises, and his chest burned for lack of air, even as readily available as it was. He didn't have the concentration to master a spell to throw at the stranger, much less in some form of dignity. Pressure underneath his tongue told him that he wanted to vomit and he swallowed against it. It would be most uncivilized to do that right now. Especially in front a stranger, even if his temper did decree that they were about to be a soon-to-be-dead stranger. "D-did you...just....stonewall me?" |
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| Loknai | Aug 18 2014, 06:37 PM Post #4 |
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After teleporting, then taking a running drow full to the stomach, Loknai was left pretty winded, landing on his arse several feet back, justalong the edge of the water. This stranger seemed ticked off, and in all rights. Loknai however, had to be smart about it, having gotten the better of the man twice now. Standing up after taking several moments to catch his breath and shake the ache from his bones, he strode over and offered an outstretched hand to the man. "I did, and maybe it was rather rude to do so without a proper introduction, but it would not have been a good prank if I had strode up and introduced myself beforehand. Name is Loknai by the way. Terribly sorry about that." Looking down and noticing several bruises on the Drow's dark skin, he mentioned, "I could fix up a remedy for that bruising with some plants in this oasis here, as well as share some of my food." |
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| Jhaereth | Aug 19 2014, 01:41 PM Post #5 |
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Well it seemed like they were at an impasse, a tentative stalemate for the time being. Both of them winded and a little battered from the impact that time, the drow narrowed his violently green eyes and hissed quietly through his teeth. At least that last one hadn't been all on him. He really didn't like it when someone took it upon themselves to 'take him down a notch' or just give him a few notches on his person, in the literal sense. If I were a dragon I'd shred you to pieces, you insignificant little beast. The irony that he thought of this man as little was not entirely lost on him either. A wry twist of his lips confirmed it, and warily he straightened, taking a hastily dancing step backwards, lest the stranger accost him again, while he took careful inventory. His face ached from sandpapering himself in the creation of a sand dune. and speckled and pooled in every fold and gap possible in his clothes, and with a disgusted mutter he began to brush himself off, scattering it everywhere. Not that it made a huge difference, you know, it being the desert and all. He was rapidly finding out that he didn't much like sand. It completely went against his orderly neatness. After turning the tops of his boots and showering the stuff out, he attended to his hair, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat. "Hopeless! Futile! Are you happy now?" Jhaereth cast a look of utter disdain at Loknai and the outstretched hand, refused to take it. "Prank? What in hells name is a prank?" He racked his brains a moment, face frozen in a look of utter confusion, then it clicked the light on. A prank or pranks were boards of materials, notably the rare, yet so common here, wood, that could be held together with iron to create things such as buildings and carts. It didn't enlighten him any, the whole situation made no sense. He hoped that this weirdo wasn't about to hit him with a prank, because he'd had plenty of experience of running into hard things today already and would have rather avoided that one. Jhaereth eyed him suspiciously, wishing he possessed the skill that so many good-aligned variations of his kin were skilled at, in being able to tell the truth. He'd expressed that he was sorry, but he still didn't quite believe him. "That won't be necessary." He wrinkled his nose, then offered as a way of a meager explanation, "I don't like plants. I'm uh..allergic, or something." Not true of course. He could eat plants, but habits stuck, and meat, raw or cooked was his thing. And cake. He could add that one safely to the list. All the beets went to Dave, his hobgoblin and sometimes packhorse. "What could you possibly eat out here? There's just sand...unless...you eat trees? Those are trees, yes?" Dubious eyes lifted to watch the swaying palms, quite different to the ones he'd become accustomed to back down in Soto. |
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| Loknai | Aug 19 2014, 02:12 PM Post #6 |
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Lowering his hand and hearing a slight scraping, he noticed a slight raise in the sand at Jhaereth's feet and reached down, grabbing the large sidewinder and holding it right behind its head. "Well, first off, you could eat this bugger right here, scorpions, lizards...... Usually there's some fish in the oases." Wondering about the man's look of confusion, he wondered if he had been chasing mirages. "Yea, they are trees. Native to the desert and they grow near the oases. I haven't gotten your name stranger." Inspecting the serpent, Loknai bit the head off of the snake and spit it out, giving the man a twisted smile as he draped the snake's body over his shoulder. "Should make a decent meal, probably a good 5 pounds or so of meat here."
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| Jhaereth | Aug 19 2014, 02:37 PM Post #7 |
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Naturally, Jhaereth recoiled as the sand erupted before his feet and Loknai removed the serpent, bearing it aloft. The very thought of eating it made his stomach turn, though it had never bothered him so much in the Underdark. It was eat, or be eaten. And he was more than happy to be the one doing the eating, considering the alternative. His eyes fixed on its gaping maw as it hissed, body writhing and coiling around the man's arm. Maybe he should ask him to put it down. "Oh it's...Jhaereth." Absently he tripped his name from between his teeth, frowning up at the feathery palms. Were they part bird or something? "I couldn't possibly, that would be canni-" his words turned to ash, charred in his mouth and clicked on a dry throat. Alright humans were really strange, he'd come to terms with that. But he'd not seen one literally bite the head off of a living creature, much less one like his kin. Blood spurted from the wound and he stepped rapidly back to avoid it getting on his boots, quick-stepping away from the jet. "That's...that's positively barbaric." If he wasn't so dark, Jhaereth probably would have turned a pale shade of green. It wouldn't have mattered quite so much perhaps, had it not been a serpent. People? Oh he was more than happy to dispatch of a particularly annoying person, but snakes and he had something in common. He'd always had a fondness for them, unsurprisingly. Swallowing the rising bile burning at the back of his gullet, he pondered. He was in the middle of nowhere, and could easily keep running, but was likely to miss civilization entirely and find the end of the world before he got to where he was going. Directions then, maybe. And politeness. Working an oily smile onto his angular face, he fished about inside his tunic and withdrew the flask he'd bought with him, like something of a peace offering. "I have brandy, Mister Loknai, which I will be willing to share with you. But I'll take scorpion over the...serpent." Maybe I'll drown you in it, if I don't cut down a tree and bludgeon you with a prank. |
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| Loknai | Aug 20 2014, 01:40 PM Post #8 |
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"Nice to meet you Jhaereth, I wander around as of late, but grew up here in the deserts. I wouldn't mind a bit of brandy. Maybe I can get a fish or two as well, scorpions are aren't the most satisfying." Leading Jhaereth to the oasis, he picked up the small throwing knives he had dropped when he fell to the ground, and wondered if he could get a fish with them, instead of wasting time trying to catch them by hand. "Would it be out of line to ask where you hail from?" |
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| Jhaereth | Aug 29 2014, 07:41 PM Post #9 |
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Well..he could safely say he was pleasantly surprised. The strange nomadic man had gotten his name correct on the first try, with next to no mangling. He supposed he should feel grateful but he didn't. After all, it was his divine right not to feel so when someone actually didn't screw up something as straightforward as that. "I wouldn't know. I can't say I've had the pleasure." He wrinkled his skinny nose, though the prospect of fish brightened his eyes a touch. Meat, as it was, was his natural diet. And if the fish didn't suffice, there was always a ripe human here. Overripe if he was any judge. Primly the drow followed after his new..companion, of sorts, eyeing the knives that he picked up with some amount of trepidation. Knives naturally made him itchy between the shoulder-blades, racial stereotypes completely aside. He was well enough acquainted with them and their function anyway. Most especially the one hidden within an inner pocket of his piwafwi. Jhaereth raised one unimpressed eyebrow at the man's back for a moment, as if to say, 'really? Have you looked at me yet?' but held his tongue through sheer effort of will that he believed he should be congratulated on, if only by himself. There probably were dark elves on the surface, somewhere, he supposed. He'd not encountered any as of yet however, be that fortunate or not. He still wouldn't trust them as far as he could throw them, and considering his pitiful physical strength in this form...well... "Deep underground, but now I'm here, seeking adventure of a sort. Brandy?" He uncapped the flask, took a sip, then offered, more for show that he wasn't treacherous enough to outright poison it just for the sake of a stranger. It would be a waste of good brandy to taint the lot anyway. |
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