The Next Day

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This shining population center is considered the jewel of The Sylira Region. Home of the vast majority of Mizahar's population, Syliras is nestled in a quiet, sprawling valley on the shores of the Suvan Sea. [Lore]

The Next Day

Postby Aoren on October 7th, 2012, 5:02 pm

The sound of a thousand dying screams. Fire so hot it consumes the world. Rage so complete it leaves no room for compassion. And a woman. Chained to a broken gate, her lips parted in a silent outcry of despair and anguish. Her eyes cold and lifeless yet with a breath not her own she whispered...

"This is the way the world ends..."


Aoren jolted awake. His chest was heaving. His brow was covered in sweat. He propped himself up in his bed and shivered. He was shaking. The dim light provided by the embers still popping in his hearth was of little comfort in the overwhelming darkness of his apartment. Despite being in the bowels of Stormhold Citadel where the air was stifling and the heat was usually quite pleasant he couldn't have felt colder. Stumbling out of bed he felt as if he'd just run ten miles without rest. He braced himself by reaching out and leaning against the wall nearby for support.

"Another nightmare." He wheezed those words out more to steady himself than for any other reason. On uncertain legs he made his way over to the hearth and knelt before those crackling embers. Holding out his right hand he observed the glistening lily that shimmered in the dim light. It was somehow brighter than normal and Aoren knew exactly what that meant. A dream that wasn't a dream. A glimpse into the world that was.

Though there were several who believed he could, Aoren possessed not the ability to peer into the future. Nor could he see beyond the world around him in the present. The past however, that was an altogether different matter. It visited him in his dreams or when he was seeking to meditate. Often he would simply see the world as it once was. Before the Valterrian. Rolling hills and valley's. Breathtakingly beautiful mountains and forests. He would see grand cities. Impressive centers of society with structures so immaculate Aoren could scarcely believe they ever existed. He knew differently however. The visions, while obscure at times, never lied. Though Aoren could glean little from them aside from small history lessons as they hardly applied to his daily life he both enjoyed and dreaded them. Enjoyed them for the sole fact that in a way he could see the world for what it was and could be again some day. Dreaded for the horrors he stood witness to in the darkest depths of his nightmares.

Aoren flexed his hand as if to ward off any further visions. One nightmare was enough. But what did it mean? Who was the woman chained to that gate? These were things he didn't know. Opening the palm of his hand he took a deep breath and found the spark of life that burned within himself. He willed that spark to burn brighter and to manifest itself in the palm of his hand. Within moments an orb of luminous blue fire swirled there. For a moment Aoren simply stared into its depths, hypnotized by its beauty. He then flicked his wrist and sent that sphere into the dying embers of another fire brought to life by his magic.

The wood within the hearth caught fire quickly and soon a good flame illuminated the small living space. Rising from the floor Aoren rolled his shoulders and went to where he'd left his clothes out the night before. Simple linen clothing. He stared down at it before shaking his head to himself.

"I need to get out of the castle today." Going to his trunk he withdrew his more robust clothing. He proceeded to don a pair of leather pants, a vest, a grey cap, a belt with a few pouches to hold an item here or there and strapped his sword to his hip. The weight of the blade felt familiar. He hadn't carried it with him in a little while. He always felt a little bare without it. Pulling on his boots he grabbed his traveling pack and slung it over his shoulder.

With a few steady strides he was at the door. Before opening it he held out his hand toward the fire and concentrated. A sphere of bluish res rose up from his fingertips. The fire in the hearth drifted toward his hand wrapping around the sphere where it turned to the young man's signature royal blue. He closed the palm of his hand extinguishing the fire and departed his apartment.

Turning down the corridor he made his way toward the main gates of Syliras. He just needed fresh air and scenery beyond stone and walls.

"Evora said she lives outside the castle walls. Maybe I'll find her." With his mind made up Aoren set out.

Who knows what the day would bring? Perhaps one day Aoren would know the answer to that question. But not today.
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The Next Day

Postby Gaius Sivet on October 11th, 2012, 10:17 am

As the three of them walked back to camp, a strange feeling came over Gaius, as if someone else were suddenly there, though no one was. Gaius shook his head in an attempt to clear away the feeling and turned back to his friends.

"Right, Mordechai, why don't you gather up wood and make a fire? Evora can probably snag us something with that bow of hers, then at least were not just eating cold rations. I'll head back to my site as quick as can be and move my things into this area, then we'll have the supplies of two people. Alright?"

Gaius was nodding to himself, sure that what he had just said was completely reasonable. If everything went well, they'd be eating a warm meal in no time at all.
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The Next Day

Postby Mordechai Zoltar on October 12th, 2012, 3:14 am

Mordechai went to his tent and got dressed, then went off towards the stream again on his journey for firewood for one purpose.

He found just what he was looking for and in a flash of fire completely roasted that crab from earlier. Once it was dead he promptly picked it up and put it in his bag. He scoured the bank for more crabs and found and slayed 5 of them total, putting them all in his bag.

Mordechai then went back in towards the woods and began gathering up fallen branches and sticks. After filling his arms up he meandered back toward camp. Just before he reached the clearing he suddenly felt an uneasy tension come over him. He froze, and began scanning the surrounding area thoroughly, eventually finding nothing. He continued on his way but still felt this way and was very aware of his surroundings.
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The Next Day

Postby Aoren on October 13th, 2012, 5:22 am

An arrow whizzing through the morning mists. The splash of water as it landed amidst the ever gurgling stream.

To the casual observer it would appear as if Aoren were in a trance. His gaze was not focused on the here and now. Rather it was focused on that which had already transpired. He blinked a few times and took a deep breath. Hiis eyes lost that hazy distant glaze as he returned to present awareness. Smiling to himself he walked up to the river bank and leaned down plucking an arrow from the waters as it traveled down the stream.

"There you are." While he could not see where she intended to go, nor who she was traveling with, Aoren knew where Evora had been. From there it was just a matter of following the signs and drawing logical conclusions. Once he was familiar with a person he could turn his attention to their spiritual imprint upon the world. There was a word for what that was called but Aoren didn't use it often. Most wouldn't understand it. He barely understood it himself. It was both useful and burdensome. While it took him a fair amount of time to track that imprint once he found that trail it was only a matter of focusing on it before he could learn what he needed to. Most of the time he only got glimpses but usually that was enough for his simple purposes. Tracking for instance was not a difficult task. He simply searched for relevant markers. From there it was only a matter of following the trail.

It was time consuming but when one followed a trail that could not be hidden by anything less than divine intervention, Aoren seldom lost sight of who or what he was tracking. He twirled the arrow in his fingers observing the craftsmanship for a moment before moving onward. His footfalls were muffled by the debris of the changing season. Aoren always found that he could think more clearly when surrounded by the swirling colors of Autumn foliage. He kept walking quietly with one hand resting on the pommel of his sword and the other twirling the arrow plucked from the river's waters. He came to a stop as he heard the distinct sound of footsteps that were not his own.

Aoren had made his way through the trees and was quite hidden by the bushes and trunks of the forest around him. He quirked an eyebrow. Was he worried? Slightly. Those one met in the world outside the walls of Syliras City were not always friendly. He edged quietly toward where he heard the noise originating from. He was approaching another stream. There were several dotting the area. Movement off to his left caught his attention and he saw a crab scuttling about the banks of the water. Aoren relaxed a little. The tension in his shoulders had almost eased away when suddenly that crab was roasted quite thoroughly by a blast of flame. Aoren was almost startled into stumbling back but managed to regain his composure.

He followed the line of the stream and his eyes settled on a man walking rather nonchalantly up to the sizzling crab. The young man gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with his right hand and kept his eyes focused on the man who was now scooping up the roasted crab. Aoren barely moved. He barely breathed. The Drykan was not fond of running across other Reimancers unprepared. Unless the man had somehow produced those flames by other means it was quite obvious what he was. Aoren relaxed slightly once it was apparent the other man was unaware of his presence. He decided to keep his distance. For now.

He watched as the man gathered up wood for what he assumed would be a campfire. Aoren knew that Evora was traveling with some people. Perhaps this was one of her companions. He resolved to follow the man from a distance. Inhaling quietly he found the whimsical spirit of freedom that filled his lungs. He exhaled and allowed the magically conjured wind to flow as a breeze as wide as he could allow it that it would appear to have originated in no single direction. A little encouragement for whoever this man was to be on his way. It seemed to work as he apparently got spooked. A smirk touched Aoren's lips.

The wind was a curious thing. It could bring both good and ill fortune. It could be fearsome or it could be gentle. It could be ominous or it could be inviting. He shook his head. The wind was a fitting companion for Aoren. He watched as the man made his way toward whatever encampment he had prepared. Rising to his full height he stepped out of the trees and casually followed down the trail made by the man who had gathered the crabs.

"Come now, Wind. Lead me down a trail of greener pastures." He smiled and inhaled deeply enjoying the scent of the forest. "An interesting day indeed."
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The Next Day

Postby Emblem on May 14th, 2013, 9:11 pm

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