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Pathfinding: An old magic must continue and it must be passed on.

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The Wilderness of Cyphrus is an endless sea of tall grass that rolls just like the oceans themselves. Geysers kiss the sky with their steamy breath, and mysterious craters create microworlds all their own. But above all danger lives here in the tall grass in the form of fierce wild creatures; elegant serpents that swim through the land like whales through the ocean and fierce packs of glassbeaks that hunt in packs which are only kept at bay by fires. Traverse it carefully, with a guide if possible, for those that venture alone endanger themselves in countless ways.

It Must Live On

Postby Amunet on January 4th, 2016, 4:14 am

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4th day, Winter, 515
18th bell
South, Southwest edge of Cyphrus


A brisk run in the cold air, bit of exercise and rejuvenation. Yeah, that was not what this was. A quick glance back had her pursuers trying to catch a Strider in her natural environment and starting to fade in the distance. The arrow whizzing past her had the girl ducking as low as she can to the neck and withers of the galloping mare. They were still in pursuit and must really not want anyone to know that they were there. When will people learn that the Drykas will know eventually that your there? That was what the Watch say as they comb the Sea of Grass with their webbers. That was what the girl believed.

The pursuit came up short as they came to a rocky, craggy place. The horse was panting for breath as they walked a bit picking through the rocks. She dared to look down through the grass to see they were still after her. Her knees pushed her a bit more east along the rocks that seemed to be a ridge line. The coast wasn’t too far. How she got this far south, south west she wasn’t sure, but her knack of getting lost or not paying attention as the grass steered her course was not uncommon. She traveled for several chimes west and then a tad north. Having slowed to a walk, her pursuers had caught up with her. The path opened up and her mare rested a bit with just a little prodding from Amunet’s heal, the mare took off down the sandy path. The followed it down till it seemed to end in a rounded area.

Amunet looked around in a panic till the noise of a wild goat caught her left ear. Her head turned as the eye for detail caught a barely perceptible goat path. She nudged the horse towards the path. It was slow going as the mare carefully stepped through and rounded a corner behind a larger outcropping that hid her. The men that followed a chime later cussed as she had disappeared. A few nervous chimes the men had galloped back down the path. One lingered there to examine the spot more. Quietly she turned Shetanae up the goat path through a narrow passage that fed out into a sandy beach. They were at the coast. They stood there as the breeze off of the water cooled them instantly. Perhaps too instantly. A storm seems to be brewing and it looked like one had just finished.

They walked for a time, rider and horse along the sand and rock outcroppings till they came to the where the waves of water met sand. The waves still churned greatly as the remains of a small boat laid in an impossible broken position half in the water and half out. In the distance were the spires of broken masts of Shipwreck Point. Distances were deceiving at the moment as she focused on what was more in front of her. Laviku’s fresh victim lay crushed and crumbled as a testament of its inability to ride the storm. They drew closer carefully as she looked at the scattered debris of what remained. The remains of its passengers were also evident floating in the water or half strewn onto the beach.

The young Healer got off of her horse carefully. She patted Shetanae as she took a few minutes to look her horse over and look behind her. Though it had been several chimes, the panic of being pursued was still fresh. The horse was strained definitely, but her touch soothed the mare. She looked up and gave a prayer of thanks to Rak’keli for her Strider’s well being. She then pushed herself to do what she was avoiding. She needed to check over the dead to make sure that they were dead. If it wasn’t for the push of her vocation to do so, it was her attention to her goddess that compelled her to do the same. She moved away from the mare as she went to check bodies. Sometimes a look or a touch was enough. To be thorough she waded through waist high freezing water to check on a floating body. How was she to know that a body floating face down was very dead? She knows now. Her hand coming back in a shock as the very dead opened eyes looked back at her as she turned it over. The staggered breath of the startled girl was heavy as she hesitantly pushed her hand back forward to try and close the eyes. They flung back open. The girl lunged her body back, screamed and pulled her dagger out. Why? She probably couldn’t even answer that herself.
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Postby Amunet on January 4th, 2016, 4:17 am

The girl closed her eyes as she sheathed the blade back to her waist. It took her a shivering breath or two to try and close the man’s eyes again but the body had floated to a deeper part. The girl scooted back onshore, trudging her weighted down legs through the churning cold water which now she was very wet and very much chilled to the bone. She walked around the remains of the broken prow and saw more bodies. She dutifully checked them for life, nothing. She was beginning to think that there wasn’t anything here but as she thought, a doomed voyage. Shetanae flanked her while she was sniffing bits of seaweed and pawed at the sand.

As they walked along the shore as it seemed that they reached the debris field end of this wreckage when a hand came from a pile of seaweed as Shetanae jumped sideways making a startled sound. Amunet ran towards her horse, but the Strider had crab stepped further out of the reach of the outstretched hand. Amunet went to her knees had put her little hand in the hand of the stricken survivor. Whoever the person was didn’t look too good. Not that she expected to look like a beauty queen, but this was an act of piecing a living jigsaw puzzle together. The other hand was trying to push away seaweed, wood and pull away the stuff that tangled what was now revealed as a man. He gurgled something out of his blood soaked mouth. Blood trailed down the corner of his mouth and down his chin in renewed rivets of his life force flowing out of his mouth in the trail that bled down his neck and onto the sand.

The bulging eyes were strange in that within the dark green orbs were a splash of golden sunbursts that seemed to glimmer. The man was gasping for breath as she looked down along the body to try and see what she could determine the cause and remedy it so he could breathe. The mark blazed a trail along her face as his pain was eased. The trail of hooks on his skin and the blood soaked wood jutting from the middle of his body did little to ease her that she could save this man from his doomed voyage. He grabbed her as her touch gave him the needed bit of strength. He turned her towards him and pulled her close to his face. There was no time. He must keep it alive, he must keep it going. She looked back at the eyes as his grip was firm, it was even hurting. Her eyes locked onto those sunbursts as her eyes widened and could not look away. The surge of something seared into her eyes in a piercing way that locked her into this unfortunate rushed ritual. It was like a white hot needle went into both eyes at the same time and then moved in a marbling pattern back and forth. She screamed at some point as the man screamed in concert, transferring the djed magic within this strange woman to keep the tradition alive. In that one dying act, he fulfilled his promise to pass it on.
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Postby Amunet on January 4th, 2016, 4:18 am

He did not know why it needed to be passed on other than it being an old gift that was dying out. He did not know where the gift originated from having only been told that his forefathers once were sought after for being able to track people, even track things. He did not use it to its ultimate fruition however but enough to track bounties that paid his way. Amunet did not feel the hands go slack and fall away. She gasped for air as she covered her eyes as she could still see the dancing golden djed of the iraso magic. The red head knew not the name of this old magic only that her head hurt and her eyes burned badly. Both hands on her eyes as the mark flared and by the grace of the goddess her pain subsided and eased the burned edges of what happened. There were so many questions and no answers. She sat her wet behind back in the sand and breathed heavily as she dared to open her eyes to the darkened sky. That helped as the greyness did not pierce her eyes very much. What little light there was, stung those sky blue eyes that now held a brilliant gold sunburst of their own in each orb. Odd little sparkles of light and ribbons would peek out as she shook her head. The stabs of pain renewed a bit as she gasped and held her head.

The lightning that peeled across the sky as the new storm was making its presence known as the wind kicked up. She looked back at the man as something caught her eye. Within the inside of his jerkin, peeking out from the top edge was a darker brown. The girl grabbed the dark brown bundle and tucked into her belt. She rifled through his body gingerly till another rush of wind gave her warning that the storm was upon them. She scrambled to her horse as she wrestled her way on top of her back to nudge her forward. The sky blackened quickly as a gale was beginning. The freezing and stinging rain pelted the side of her face as they rode onwards up north along the coast.

The lightning peeled and revealed a half ruined stone structure up the beach and up on the rocky steppes of the cliff side. It was something as she urged her mare up towards it and into the structure. She wasn’t sure what this structure once was and it didn’t matter. It provided shelter as the mass of water raining down came pouring from the sky with the gale force winds. Both horse and human was soaked but they were safe. What looked to be a where a fire would be started if the blackness around it was any indication. Those who lived in stone walls were a peculiar people. It seemed very confining. Though at the moment, she was thankful as it was giving her shelter. She put her head into the space and looked up through the hole that went up. Though broken, it still seemed to flow upward. There was some dry wood even as she went into the yvas bag her flint to start a fire. She was shivering rather strongly as she tried to strike to get a spark onto the dry wood. It took great effort and many strokes of the flint to get a spark to catch while trembling and shivering.

The red head had to be careful as you can’t over feed a starting fire. Amunet forced herself to wait and feed it smaller pieces of fuel, broken up for such a task. She reached for larger pieces of wood, which was also broken up, was placed next onto the fire till she could put good medium sized limbs that would burn for a bit. By the time the fire was built it was very dark and very stormy. Her head was killing her, but she got her horse untacked and hopefully she will dry out with the warmth of the fire. The warmth slowly reached the edges of the ruined structure as it took two to three bells for the mare to dry out sufficiently. Amunet had to take her wool shirt off and wrap up in her wool blanket as she laid the wool shirt on a block of rough broken stone. Her cowl was laid out the same way. The girl wished her head would stop hurting. The darkness was a blessing in a way as it didn’t sting her eyes. She fed the fire some more before leaning against the stone and closed her eyes.
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Postby Amunet on January 4th, 2016, 4:19 am

The nuzzle of the whiskers from the muzzle of her mare on her ear and cheek woke her up. The soft nicker of those familiar large brown eyes greeted her. She pushed herself up as the stark cold of the stone structure hit her face. During the night she had shifted and had laid on to the floor with the wool blanket wrapped around her. The girl hoped the fire still had embers. The red head poked at it with a stick revealed a few coals as she smiled. This was encouraged as she put a few pieces of wood and blew on the embers to get a fire anew. She needed the warmth to check the aftermath and try and figure out a couple of things. What in the Gods creation happened? What was she going to do now? Her head still hurt some and the bright light outside stung her eyes a little. Not as badly as last night, but enough to tell her last night was no dream.

Once he fire was relit, she checked her horse over very carefully. Amunet talked to her as her hand ran over shoulder legs back hind quarter, then the other side before checking the neck and the head. She picked her feet up to see if the stone did any damage. She needed rest and a better check over than she would give her but at the moment she was whole. The girl patted the horse on the side of the shoulder as she went to pull the leather bundle she had taken from the man on the beach. The girl unfolded it part way as there was a bunch of oddly drawn pictures. The symbols and writing she couldn’t make out but the pictures seemed to describe something. The strange sparkles and ribbons she saw the other night was drawn on the first part. What in Mizahar was this?

The girl folded it back and then sat down before the fire and furrowed her brow in focus. She thought of home and getting back to Endrykas. A flurry of ribbons burst into her sight as she screamed which startled her horse. The mare huffed a snort and came walking back to nuzzle her rider with her muzzle again as she held her eyes and head. The girl didn’t understand what she was seeing and it hurt. Her stomach started the churn with this consistent type of pain. The mark flared as the grace of her goddess coursed through her as the pain subsided. Her breathing eased and she opened her eyes and looked up. The dark eyes of her horse was right there as she hugged the big head. “Sorry girl. I am so confused.” The horse satisified she moved back. Amunet’s mind started thinking on water for her horse and food. She herself was not hungry. Things were too unsettled to allow for hungry.

She reached for the wool shirt and cowl as she put them on now that they smelled like sea and salt. The fire was starting to die again. The girl yvased her mare and started to see if she can find her way back home. She lead her mare out of the structure and mounted her. Her brow furrowed at this new phenomenon and tried it again as she focused bracing herself for the pain it caused. “I want to go home,” as if speaking to the phenomenon itself. Ribbons of various colors that were scattered and broken came out into view of her vision where she had to painfully focus to narrow as she said Endrykas out loud. The ribbons continued to bunch as he focused on her little brother Drak that she knew so well. The scattered broken ribbons then sort of stuttered and smoothed out. It trailed easterly and she started following it. She was sweating as she relaxed. Her head was killing her as she bowed her head on the back of her horse. She was incredibly dizzy. Her eyes felt like little needles were dotting her eyeballs.

“Oh that did not feel good. “ What little watery contents were in her stomach left it as she puked to the side. She had at least a direction as she made trail through the rocky crags. She would focus in small doses off and on to bring the scattered broken ribbons up which helped her work her way through the terrain and into the grass, then through the grass and into familiar terrain of the winter grounds. There were so many questions of what it was and no answers as to how to get them answered. Maybe the sapphire clan elders had answers. A first thing first was more rest.
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It Must Live On

Postby Jasmine Stormblood on February 10th, 2016, 5:38 pm

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XP Earned:

Riding: 1 XP
Land Navigation: 2 XP
Observation: 3 XP
Wilderness Survival-Plains: 2 XP
Pathfinding: 1 XP
Animal Husbandry: 1 XP

Lores:

Wilderness Survival: Making a fire
Gnosis: Subdues Immense Pain
Goat Paths make for a good escape
Pathfinding: New Skill

The Clan is Strength.
The Clan is Life.
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