Eternity RPC Board
11-30-2016, 01:38 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-11-2018, 09:48 PM by Seperallis.)
If eyebrows were internal, Nevina's would most certainly be raised in surprise at Elke's insistence on essentially studying how to change the very fabric of reality; as it was they weren't, so only the elf's somewhat suspicious interest in making sure not to trip over this dangerously-placed stump might betray her emotion. What a curious child, and ambitious to be sure; Nevina had pegged her for someone rare in her persistence (we'll be polite and call it that), but to be so young, so inexperienced and knowledgeless in the nature of magic...to hold such a lofty goal as to essentially thwart the one rule of reality that even a god could not escape, the girl must truly be either recklessly novice, or utterly mad.
Then again, what is magic if not controlled madness? Bending reality, blurring the lines between possibilities into new realities we didn't know existed is what wizardry was; undoubtedly, madness is simply the process by which we move from hypothesis to theory... Elke's question broke that unwelcome train of thought, though the question itself was barely more welcome. Luckily, the girl quickly became distracted by what soon broke into view through the trees.
What a surprising find! Though admittedly not a particularly peculiar one. Much of these woods nearby stood tall, deeply rooted ancient sentinels, watchmen through the passing of ages as societies grew and dispersed, as men - ever restless in their hearts and nomadic of spirit - settled, lived, died, and moved along with the tides of ages to seek their fickle fortunes elsewhere. Nevina could not say she knew these woods well, but she knew more of man than mer, and more of woods than both to comment, "Like as much we would happen upon such a place off the trails in these woods, and I reckon to think many more we might find besides, but..."
The last word hung in the air amidst the chirping of birds and what soft reminder remained of the gentle threshing of nearby water reached the two travelers here, fading, dimming slowly softer before vanishing under the scruitinizing rays of mid-morning sunlight. The crimson-haired elf left the word's corresponding thoughts to do the same for now, abandoni9ng the sentence as she let down he hood of her robes. Simply, she made measured, steady footfall towards the nearest of the "buildings"; should she announce her presence, call out for anyones existence before taking someone unawares? Surely even the most inattentive could have noticed their conversation carry across this subdued atmosphere.
Besides, the place seemed long vacant of even passing vagrants, long abandoned fire pits showing nothing but stone and dirt, their ash long since flung across the countryside and made mud. Stagnant air gave way to the mildew of ages the closer one approached what remained of doorframes and roof timbers; Nevina ran her hand along the remnants of a wall, the dry, spongy fibers confirming all observations as it flaked away under her light caress as if under assault.
A local family of toadstools, clinging to the nearby shadows and disturbed by her actions, protested. The elf bade them an apology with her eyes, recoiling her hand and placing it within the folds of her sleves once more.
"Our...subject did not make this place a home," she continued aloud her observation, her keen eyes panning deliberately across their surroundings: padded grasses, foot-like shapes from various from various beasts pressed here and there into the earth. Obviously this place still offered passing shelter to the wilds, but it all lacked the leavings, the nestings, the remains, all the signs of habitation. "Likely visited, perhaps. That would make sense. I am afraid our objective lies onward still, though," she added, finishing her assessment, perhaps with a slight twinge of disappointment.
A simple task would have been welcomed, but of course we can't have that.
Then again, what is magic if not controlled madness? Bending reality, blurring the lines between possibilities into new realities we didn't know existed is what wizardry was; undoubtedly, madness is simply the process by which we move from hypothesis to theory... Elke's question broke that unwelcome train of thought, though the question itself was barely more welcome. Luckily, the girl quickly became distracted by what soon broke into view through the trees.
What a surprising find! Though admittedly not a particularly peculiar one. Much of these woods nearby stood tall, deeply rooted ancient sentinels, watchmen through the passing of ages as societies grew and dispersed, as men - ever restless in their hearts and nomadic of spirit - settled, lived, died, and moved along with the tides of ages to seek their fickle fortunes elsewhere. Nevina could not say she knew these woods well, but she knew more of man than mer, and more of woods than both to comment, "Like as much we would happen upon such a place off the trails in these woods, and I reckon to think many more we might find besides, but..."
The last word hung in the air amidst the chirping of birds and what soft reminder remained of the gentle threshing of nearby water reached the two travelers here, fading, dimming slowly softer before vanishing under the scruitinizing rays of mid-morning sunlight. The crimson-haired elf left the word's corresponding thoughts to do the same for now, abandoni9ng the sentence as she let down he hood of her robes. Simply, she made measured, steady footfall towards the nearest of the "buildings"; should she announce her presence, call out for anyones existence before taking someone unawares? Surely even the most inattentive could have noticed their conversation carry across this subdued atmosphere.
Besides, the place seemed long vacant of even passing vagrants, long abandoned fire pits showing nothing but stone and dirt, their ash long since flung across the countryside and made mud. Stagnant air gave way to the mildew of ages the closer one approached what remained of doorframes and roof timbers; Nevina ran her hand along the remnants of a wall, the dry, spongy fibers confirming all observations as it flaked away under her light caress as if under assault.
A local family of toadstools, clinging to the nearby shadows and disturbed by her actions, protested. The elf bade them an apology with her eyes, recoiling her hand and placing it within the folds of her sleves once more.
"Our...subject did not make this place a home," she continued aloud her observation, her keen eyes panning deliberately across their surroundings: padded grasses, foot-like shapes from various from various beasts pressed here and there into the earth. Obviously this place still offered passing shelter to the wilds, but it all lacked the leavings, the nestings, the remains, all the signs of habitation. "Likely visited, perhaps. That would make sense. I am afraid our objective lies onward still, though," she added, finishing her assessment, perhaps with a slight twinge of disappointment.
A simple task would have been welcomed, but of course we can't have that.