Hello, I'm a new player (I've been waiting a
week for my game account to be verified
Verified now, removed posts replying to this- Weavers... so I thought I'd get to know the community, and it looks like this section is right up my alley, so I'll introduce my character. Please bear in mind that I've not played the game yet, but I've looked through the website relatively thouroughly, so I know some things and do not know others. If things are incorrect please tell me and please give me your thoughts
. Here I go!
Argutae's raven hair erupted through the water's surface. In one elegant movement his hair was filpped back so now it layed across his back, revealing his face. Like all Nolthrir he had long, defined cheek bones, and soft yet angular features. His skin was a light blue, the color of a perfect, still pond, and his eyes, slanted ever so slightly, were an icey steel blue.
He shifted his weight until he was floating on his back. He closed his eyes and immersed his mind, as he had his body not moments ago, in the weightless serenity of being suspended by the lake. Around him jets of water shot up, cascading down apon him at the top. He reached again for magic and delved into the glyphs around his waist. Glimmers of light played up the fountains and back down again. Multitudes of color writhing in fabulous displays.
"Argutae! Are
you doing that?!"
Startled Argutae jerked upright and looked around. The water splashed around him, released from the grip of his mind and the lights flashed. Argutae picked out a small figure standing on the shore of the lake.
"Loden you startled me!" he exlaimed. Now swimming toward him was an elven boy of eight years. His face was the same as Argutae's and his skin was green, though his hair, unusually, was blonde, like a Dermorian elf's. His eyes were a cloudy grey. This tips of his pointed ears partially parted his golden hair.
"Sorry." he giggled, "You're just so good!"
"At what? Magic?" he asked. the boy nodded.
"You're the only sage in our clan! When are you gonna teach me?"
"In two years when your old enough." The boy pouted in response.
"Come on, let's go back to the village eh?" Argutae asked. Though still trying to maintain defiance the boy nodded, a smile showing through.
"I'll race you!" he shouted, then was gone, barley disturbing the surface.
Summoning the winds Argutae held out his hand. His tunic (only considered so to a Nolthrir as all it was was sleeves and a part that covered his back between the shoulder blades. It was black to match the garment about his waist and made of a slick, water-proof material that was actually a type of seaweed) and satchel flew into his open hand. Then he too descended into the lake.
The boy wants a lesson he thought. Again he called on the glyphs. He shot forward, propelled by torrents of water. Soon he was well past the small figure of Loden.
When Loden finally caught up Argutae was floating idly in front of a cluster of houses resembling shells and marine flora.
"A few seconds sooner this time!" Argutae said bringing a webbed hand through the boy's dancing damp hair in a motion meant to resemble ruffling it.
"That's no fair! You cheated again!"
"You always forget to define any rules; you declare the challenge, you have to set rules buddy!" he laughed.
In reality they weren't talking, as is the way of the elves they projected their thoughts for all to hear about them. Loden kicked forward into the village. In his blithe he didn't notice that... the village was empty. Only after they had ventured a ways in did Argutae notice.
"I wonder: is everyone indoors?" he wondered around. "They may have remembered last time you and I returned from the villages above Loden. Do you recall? I let you borrow a blue glyph and you shot forward so quickly you destroyed the general store!" he laughed to himself, but by himself.
"Loden?" Argutae looked around him. Something felt strange. In front of him was a pink house shaped like a spiraling shell. To his side was the endless abyss of murky blue. He waved his hand over and azure glyph on his belt and searched about him with his mind. He was not alone.
His staff was in his hand in an instant.
"Loden!" he called urgently. In response came a shreik. Argutae felt the violent presence before he saw it. He turned to see a great fish. On its back was a great, curved dorsal fin, and all its fins were curved in the same sinister fashion. Its nose was pointed like the bow of a boat and its eyes were a piercing red.
In its mouth struggled Loden, caught between jagged teeth.
Argutae swore
The beast turned to face him and snarled deep in its throat like a great cat. It made a lunge.
As quick as one can think
let me be somewhere else Argutae's form burst into glassy shards of light. He reappeared behind the fish.
His spell book in one hand and his staff in the other he belted a spell. Tendrils of water froze like fingers and formed around the beast's girth, which led back to the red gem of Argutae's staff. The monster thrashed violently.
"Release the boy!" he commanded. It merely trashed and groaned, gritting its teeth. Loden screamed in agony, and crimson cloud rose around him.
"Then die!" Lightning rushed through the ice, shattering them. Finally it roared, opening its mouth. When the light faded, the last jolts dissapated Argutae swam over to the mass. Its eyes were open though clouded and dim. It had deep scars across its back and shards of ice stuck into it. Argutae swam around to the mouth and saw Loden convulsing on the sandy ground. Deep gashes were all around his left leg and back.
"Loden!" he pleaded, "Can you talk to me?" the boy merely cringed and cried out. Argutae nodded. He passed his hand over a crystal glyph then over the wounds from which whisps of red still came. Light eminated from his finger tips adn bathed the gashes. They began to contract until they were gone. Finally Loden inhaled. He opened his grey eyes and coughed. Argutae gathered the child in his arms.
"Can you swim?" he asked. He held one of the boy's ankles and stretched out his leg, slowly and gently. He gitted his teeth in pain.
"Alright, alright." Argutae searched with his mind again. In retrospect it had been foolish of him not to search the village when he first felt the imposing alien presence, but he had backed away. The past was the past, he decided. It couldn't be undone now.
When it was done... he wept.
Argutae limped through the muddy shores of the lake. He wove around the green reeds that poked from the black amalamation of mud and water. Finally he set the child in his arms down on the dry soil then fell down beside him. He felt cold and limp from despair. Every house had been empty, empty of conciousness. All the remained were bones and bloody scraps of cloth and desacrated corpse. He lay in the filth and wept silently. His sobs were violent but he took care not to make a sound.
After a while when his tears had stopped he sat up and looked out across the surface of the rippling lake. His village had been on a ledge between the seventh and eighth level of Yliakum. How an entire village could be wiped out in less than fourty-eight hours did not shock him. Argutae was disgusted, but not shocked, he had witnessed such things before. Though something puzzled him. No. Puzzled was not the right word.
Frightened him. He felt uneasy. He had never seen a fish such as that in the lake before. Smalller fish that resembled it lived in the mud banks of the lakes shore, though even Loden could call them small. It's presence frightened him.
"Argutae? Why are we back in the air?" Loden asked. He had woken up, "Why aren't we in the village?"
Argutae paused. "There is no village to return to..."
"But," he sat upright, "the houses were all there! Everything was there! What do you mean?!" Argutae knelt beside him and smoothed the boy's hair from his face.
"Everyone is dead." he said at last, "That fish killed everyone." then he held the child close to muffle the anguished shrieks. After a while he began to weep. Then that too subsided.
"Where will we go now?" he asked. Argutae was already up. From under a rock he retrieved a chest. From it he prodhced a pack that fastened around his hip, a whip, and a rapier. As well as a satchel and a dagger. The latter he gave to Loden, the former he began to strap onto himself.
"Do you remember the city we go to to meet the merchents?" he asked the boy. Loden nodded.
"We'll need to go back to Hydlaa." he said, "I have some friends there." with that he placed his forefinger and thumb between his lips and whistled sharply. The sound echoed in the cavern for a moment before it was answered by a shrill shriek.
Down from the spiraling, open top of the cavern, from one of the many caves that lpenetrate that walls soared a Megera. It was enormous as any, but not as ferral. In fact its eyes were wide adn its face smooth of most wrinkles that covered bats faces and friendly. Most striking of all, however, was it's black fur had a blue luster to it.
As the creature landed Loden recoiled. Using the forearm like wings as legs it bounded to Arguate and began licking his face. Between laughs he said:
"This Loden, is Bizurra. He is a companion of mine, and we'll be riding him up a few levels."
At first Loden protested, but Argutae lifted him on the bat's back anyway. Bizzura gave something of a screech of delight before rearing back (much to Loden's discomfort) and takeing off. After a time of silence Loden spoke.
"What will we do once we reach the city?" he asked.
"The presence of the creature that attaked you must be told. Someone will help us," he looked down into the bright, wide eyes of the child and smiled, "don't worry little one. We'll find help. It will all be over very soon."
Loden smiled and was rocked to sleep by the movements of Bizurra beneath him, though Argutae stayed awake. He didn't know that what he had just said couldn't be farther from the truth.
Ok I know, sketchy start, but it'll get better. I really couldn't think of a good beginning for a series like this, and I've not had any experience with this game, but as I progress I'll get immersed in the story and it iwll improve. I propmise. Anyone
actually want more?
