Elememental Fantasy RP

[Baum1300]

In a fantasy world full of magic and warriors. A someone is toying with the elements for their own pleasure causing many disturbances. At first it was a small thing, light tremors where there previously were none, small waves on calm lakes.
Now rivers are over flowing, large whirlpools are coming from out of nowhere, earthen towers are rising in the wilderness. It is starting to get out of hand. No one knows why this is happening. Casters of all kinds are getting called to the coastal city of Kaer Vots.

Background is up to you, in the town you will meet up with the other character/characters in the bar. Looking for others to go on the journey with you. There will be casters of all kinds, you just have to choose wisely on who you want as a companion.

If you have any questions send me a message.

[Baum1300]

Inside the Ripe Peach you see what appear to be casters and warriors of all sorts; wizards with their staffs and books, sorcerers standing around drinking, oracles with their unique wardrobe and clear disabilities, lightly dressed barbarians with large weapons, clerics and paladins with different holy symbols, general fighters of all kinds.
In the back is a unique looking pair; a boy who appears to have been through more hardship than his age should allow, sitting next to something that doesn't appear quite human, with its piercing blue eyes and strange blue swirls appearing through its armor. Not to mention strange blue symbol radiating from the boy's hand.

[Eunide]

Lydenette slipped quickly and quietly into the bar behind a rowdy couple of sailors; who they were and where they were from a mystery but it was quite obvious they were already slightly sauced. Beside her the shadowy figure of her companion shifted, growling; he grew quickly impatient with human shenanigans such as excessive inebriation, and she pet his head quick to calm him. She let the animal guide her to the bar, where she greeted the head bar maiden with a smile and a friendly wave. Taking her seat, she said to the woman softly, but loud enough to be heard over the din,

"What in the void is happening today?"

The woman shrugged her hefty shoulders and turned her back, looking for a tankard and the mead to fill it with, as well as cheese and a bit of stale but still good bread for her guest. As she did so, she mentioned casually,

"Some sort of meetin' o' the minds; wizards, magus, paladins, you name't and we'a got. Lucky you got 'ere when you did, a few more 'ours and we'tah been pack't to the gills!"

Suddenly very uncomfortable, she reached out to touch her companion but realized with a fear that he had wandered off on his own, which was so rare it had only happened twice or so before in all their years together. Panicked, she used her second sight to see from his eyes, and breathed a sign of relief when she realized he was just across the bar, sitting with a young man and a companion of some sort. Not an elf, she said to herself, her eyes closing as she tried to hone in more closely on the image. Just as she caught the ethereal blue of his gaze, the bar maiden set the plate nosily before her, jarring her from her trance.

"'ere ya go luve, wi' all th' trimmin's" she said, turning back to the rowdy sailors from before as one called out a licentious remark about the older woman's backside.

Still curious as to why her companion had wandered from her side, and to whom he was communing with, she shifted her focus to the bread, letting her hands slide from the stale loaf to the cheese, which she broke into tiny pieces before beginning to daintily eat.

I wonder who those people are...

[Baum1300]

Quietly Calden and Azriel sat in the bar observing the happenings around them. Noting each patron come in, paying little heed to the rowdy sailors stumbling in, clearly they had been busy blowing their salaries since they made port mere hours ago.

Wizard upon wizard also strolled into the bar, some chatting loudly about the disturbances, others sitting quietly waiting and staring at other patrons. Behind one of the groups of sailors a small black haired girl with milky eyes walked in, Calden eyed her curiously before turning his attention back to the rest of the patrons.

I do not like this. There is something not right here. Calden thought to Aziez, making use of their mental link.
I am with you Sir, but who knows if this is just a gathering of information, or if someone called these people here.

Feeling a cold nose on his leg Azriel looks down, "Oh and who might you be? And how did a fox manage to wander into such a place?" Reaching down, he picks up the fox and sets it into a chair nearby. Then turning to Calden, "Alright Sir, we are here, now what do you expect us to do? We have no money and not that I need it, but you do. We need to find work, and possibly a trainer for you. But work comes first."

I know that! Calden lashed out mentally, But please, refrain from talking openly. I do now know if there will be trouble and it would be best to keep who we are and where we are from to ourselves!

Snorting Azriel looks back down at the fox which is eying him curiously. Looking into its eyes he notices a small flash of light, indicating someone was watching them through its eyes.

Sir I am afraid you are right.. Someone or something, is watching us through the eyes of this beast.

[Eunide]

His eyes, she thought with a shudder, I know those eyes, I've seen those eyes but where...

"Excuse me-" she tried for the attention of the bar maiden, but she was busy taking her rolling pin to the sailors, who in a messy attempt at grabbing her skirts had ripped a nasty hole in the garment. Eventually Lydenette gave up, and was about to sip more mead when her head felt strange, light, and began to spin. Knowing full well what this implied she quickly put down the drink and closed her eyes, surprised all the same at the intrusion in the mid-day out of the clear blue sky.

Before her in her minds eye the image of the two men faded like smoke, and in their stead stood a tall woman with a deathly pallor and luminous white eyes. She said nothing at first but stood and drew up a tower, which seemed to yawn longer and longer beneath Lyndettes floating feet. She could hear them, and new they were there; each of her forefathers and mothers, clamoring for her attention, shouting to be heard over the din.

"SILENCE." Called the deity, and the crowd below fell into a quiet kind of uneasiness. She could feel it radiating even without their words, while the goddess opened a portal at the tip of the spiral, from which the face of her beloved grandmother appeared. She looked timid and pale, which was completely unlike the warm, sheltering woman she had grown up knowing through these trances; though she had never met any of her family she had known them all her life, although she had learned rather early never to share her gift, as it had only brought her trouble from the outside world.

"Ly, you must listen, I can not speak for too long to you, so you must listen closely." Her Grandmother looked as though she were about to cry, and it pained Lynedette to see her in such a state.

"A great change is on the horizon. I have been forbade to speak of it in any greater detail but I wanted you to know; you must speak to the men at the farthest table from the door, the ones which Silas watches so eagerly. I love you my dear heart-"

And then with a clash like lightening, the portal was closed, and a wail came up from the stairs below. The Goddess screamed again "Silence!" and so did they fall obediently to her word. Before long the Pharasma addressed her directly, which shook her to her core as she who controlled life, death, and rebirth only spake to mortals when it concerned one of the three options.

"You have been contacted for the last time of that nature; from this point forward your fate is a mystery unto you. Once daily I will open this portal and once daily you may ask a single question; until either your fate changes, or you die."

The words rang hollowly in her ears as the visage of Pharasma disapeared, and once again she felt the heavy bar stool beneath her, and rough hands shaking her shoulders.

"Lass y'alright? Lass! Y've come ba' t' us!"

Lydenette blushed a pale crimson color, ashamed to have worried the poor woman. Even though she couldn't see them she could feel pairs of inquisitive eyes pouring over her figure, studying her for signs of life. Shakily she responded

"Oh, yes, I just; I just..." What do I say! she thought in a panic, her mind swirling with images of that endless spiral staircase, Pharasma, her poor grandmother's twisted grimace... "I fell asleep for a second; had nightmares all night long, I guess it took more from me that I had thought."

She could tell her friend wasn't satisfied but the woman said nothing and went back to busying herself with brow beating the sailors, giving Lydenette time to plan her next move. She used her companion again to look up at give the gentlemen a piecing stare, and from what she could tell they seemed, while slightly odd, perfectly harmless and genuinely alarmed by the presence of her random, rather corporeal pet; she decided following him was her best bet to meeting them, and so, guiding herself carefully across the room she stopped a few feet from the table.

"I-I apologize for interrupting you, and oh good day and, well..." she slid into an awkward silence and the fox hopped off the chair to rub against her leg reassuringly. She used his gaze again to watch their reactions as she continued, "I do so hope little Win wasn't giving you any sort of grief of trouble... he tends to be something of a fuss when he thinks he can beg attention from a kind soul."

Win's vision swung up to her face, and in a bizarre but not unique moment the two stared at one another through his eyes, as though a mirror. She smiled while listening to him let out a long, exasperated sigh, as though to get across his distinct displeasure.

[Baum1300]

Before responding the two men exchanged a glance.

Did you see that? Calden thought clearly in Azriel's mind.

Yes I did Sir. She wasn't sleeping like she told the woman, she went into a trance. And look at those milky eyes. She is blind. She looks through the eyes of the fox, this Win. She is an oracle, and since she is talking to us, it means she has seen a vision of us or her god or goddess has directed it. With a sigh Azriel looked down at his hands, their symbol was shining brightly.

Embarrassed Calden looks at the girl, "My apologies, please sit. I am Calden, and this is my....brother Azriel. I would offer you some drink and food, but we are a little short on gold these days so please forgive us."

"Yes, please do join us. And your friend was of no trouble to us, just an interesting specimen in a place such as this." Azriel threw in. "We can entertain you with the story of how we came to be in a place like this if nothing else."

"And perhaps you would do us the same pleasure, but you do not need to." Calden said eying here, not knowing whether or not she would oblige. "Also do not be afraid if our marks here," pointing to the blue mark on his and Azriel's hands. "They have a nasty habit to flair up. They are just a tribute to our friendship and brotherhood, so again, please to not be alarmed." Smiling slyly.

[Ruskia13]

Heaving drily one last time, Dari groaned before sitting back against the alley wall, wiping the back of her hand across her damp lips and tiredly catching her breath before sighing heavily. If there was one lesson she had come to learn in their months of traveling, it was that the sea was not her friend, and that traveling upon it was perhaps the cruelest thing she had ever endured.

Turning her head at a small hard sound, hooves on earth, she warily eyed Kvärldr, almost too tired to glare at him with weak revulsion and bewilderment. “Nice of you to show up, finally. How in all the realms are you eating?”

The miniature goat, who had a penchant for escaping from her bag of holding when she wasn't paying attention and wandering off in search of food, merely bleated indifferently at his pale mistress. She didn’t bother to ask what he was eating—she rarely did, always wary of the answer after a certain incident in which she did ask.

He merely stood there, waiting, and she closed her eyes, willing herself to not be sick. She had been so eager to get off the boat that the mere act of running hurriedly off of it seemed to have upset her stomach, now unaccustomed to the sturdy solidity of the land underneath her feet. And then there was the heat, the unforgiving coastal heat—she had never been this far south, away from cool, pleasant northern summers, and already her face and exposed flesh were lightly colored with sun, the light pink on her cheeks a stark contrast against her otherwise smooth alabaster skin. It stung with a faint heat, and she wondered passingly if she should worry about it growing worse.

She looked to Kvärldr, about to ask him to please crunch more quietly on whatever was in his mouth, when the goat suddenly paused, nostrils flaring and ears flicking forward. She watched him curiously, and then was immediately concerned as he suddenly turned and trotted off. She grudgingly got to her feet, and re-emerging back onto the crowded streets of the port, looked around for the little flash of white tail or hoof. He easily moved through the crowd and she followed, constantly losing and then finding him again, until he disappeared into a crowded bar--The Ripe Peach, of all things--with a small mischievous bleat.

And so she had come to sit here, in a corner booth, quietly nursing an herbal solution and some bread to settle her stomach, wondering at how she had not immediately recognized their luck in finding this place. At first she had merely thought it to be another crowded bar, the air laced with alcohol and filled with noise as a tide of inebriated sailors—some of whom she actually recognized from their long voyage—surged in and out of the door in raucous waves. But then she had started to realize the subtle tingle in her spine, and looking more closely, found that there was an unusually startling amount of casters of all stock and breed strewn amongst the rowdy sea-farers. Pulling thoughtfully at the light cotton of her shirt, the garment clinging to her hot, damp skin, even the awful heat and noise and smell of the place couldn’t distract her as her eyes landed on a young man and his strange companion. There was something different about them, something she couldn’t place, but was shaken from her thoughts as a fox suddenly appeared and was placed on the seat beside them.

She looked about for her familiar, plenty aware of how it felt about any member of the canid family, and nervously chewed her lip. Her mismatched eyes—blue and gold, like the wolves her family gave her a name for, the wolves she would have been left to if not for their mercy—slid subtly over the crowd, wondering not only where the goat had gotten off to but just who brought a fox to such a place, when a woman at the bar was suddenly being fussed rather loudly over, having seemingly gone unconscious. She recovered quickly enough and waved the concerned barmaid off of her, laughing something about not enough sleep, and Dari’s eyes narrowed, instantly knowing full well that that was a lie.

But her curiosity was detained as a sailor helped himself to the seat next to her and casually wrapped an arm about her. He was feeding her some line about sailing the world when she replied quite politely just precisely what she thought of sailing and the sea, and getting to her feet attempted to make her way to the bar, curious about the young woman. But she had disappeared and the sailor ended up being more persistent than she would have expected, and she spun about in surprise as he grabbed her arm.

“What’s the rush, doll? It’s rude to walk away when someone is planning on buying you a drink—“

Dari began to respond to that as she spotted the strange woman speaking with the young man and his companion, but was cut off by a sudden sound behind her, and looking over her shoulder, frowned in confusion. Kvärldr stood on the bar, head lowered so as to better present his small horns, and still looking very much like he was eating something he shouldn’t.

And then with a swift kick, he knocked a full tankard off of the counter and into a rather large man’s lap. He jumped up, startled and swearing, and in doing so nearly knocked over another large, inebriated man. Kvärldr charged down the rest of the bar, knocking over tankards left and right, and leaping about jovially succesfully avoided the thick arms of the men that rushed to grab at him.

It took only seconds for a fight to erupt in that powder keg of muscle and alcohol, and Dari swiftly slipped away, glimpsing Kvärldr’s small wagging tail as he darted through the legs of the brawlers to hide under a table. She ducked and darted to avoid arms that swung wide and men pushing and jostling into one another, one falling onto a table and breaking it in half, and she dove out of the way and under the table that Kvärldr had disappeared under. She reached for the darting goat, and pulling the wildly struggling creature into her arms after finally getting a firm hold on a thin leg, crawled out from underneath the table. She looked up, blowing a strand of long dark gold hair out of her face, her braid having come loose, and with flushed cheeks met the eyes of the strange young man and his companion, whose table she had unknowingly dove under. They stared at her in surprise and confusion.

She looked embarrassedly up at them with an awkward but charming grin, glancing from them to the brawling men as the fight started to move out into the street, the bar mistress swinging her rolling pin and shouting threateningly at the group of men. Looking back to them, Dari held Kvärldr closer, having placed him back in his bag as he continued to peacefully chew on what she had discovered to be, of all things, the strings to a woman’s corset, somehow managing to look every inch an innocent kid as he did so.

“Mind if we join you for a while?”

[Baum1300]

"Well it isn't every day a woman with a goat practically falls into your lap" Calden said, chuckling. "But it appears you are just in time to join us for an exchange of stories it seems. I'm Calden and this sprouting young lad is my brother Azriel." *Azriel nods in acknowledgement.* "And this is, well actually it appears I did not catch your name miss. May I ask what it is?" *silently she stands there, seemingly not hearing the question* "My brother and I are from the far north of this continent it seemed that my abilities were not something the rest of my barbarian tribesmen appreciated. Judging by your fair skin and blonde hair, I assume the same about you, She-Who-Hides-Under-Tables."

Offering he hand Calden pulls her up to the seat next to him. Eying her closely he cannot help but notice her different colored eyes.

The panic was plain on Calden's face no matter how he tried to hide it. What is it about women in this area?! First the oracle with her oddly colored eyes and the fox which she sees through, and now this? What is with the different eye colors?

Smiling I noticed it too sir, it seems strange indeed, but maybe they were supposed to find us. Look at their eyes, yes they are different, but when has different been bad? Look at us. You are a runaway because you didn't fit in now look, you are among casters! People like you! Maybe these eyes will get you into trouble but they promise adventure!

Smiling they turn to the girls and their "pets" giving wide grins as the two roll around on the empty table.

[Eunide]

She shook and covered her ears, plainly frightened by the racket and the commotion. Win seemed to shiver for a moment, as though a mirage on the verge of fading, but in the blink of an eye this movement was gone and he jumped into the fray, howling and snapping at the men who were in the throes of the fight.

"Win!" She screamed over the din, but one particularly large brute roared and drowned her out as the small animal bit into his thigh, hard enough to penetrate his thick hide trousers and draw blood to the surface. The man swung at Win, but the animal dodged and seemed to dissipate into the crowd of people almost instantly; Lydenette tried to connect with Win but found herself unable to concentrate due to all the noise and violence.


She turned back to the table and gripped the sides of it, and for a moment she seemed to be perfectly still; her eyes were half lidded and she seemed to be far, far away, however her knuckles were still turning white as she kept her grip. Suddenly, at first so subtly it was missed by the crowd, the empty tankards and bowls on the table began to tremble, and there seemed to come a chilling breeze from all directions. The breeze picked up velocity, and one of the spoons flew abruptly from the table, aimed directly at the back of the skull of one of the barbarian thugs. He turned, enraged, only to be hit in the face with a bowl with such force that he crumpled to the floor.

By now several small objects from the adjoining tables were trembling, and the breeze still picked up force, moving Lydenette's hair and lifting the tips of it as though it were being played with by the hands of a small child. Others felt the sharp sting of metal and wood, until finally, terrified, the fighting rabble ran for the street, leaving the Ripe Peach in relative silence save the unearthly howl of the unknown breeze. However, as bizarrely as it had begun it wound to a stand still, and everything became still, quiet, and taut with anticipatory tension. The casters gave looks back and forth between one another questioningly, but within a few minutes shrugged and went back to talking between themselves in hushed, grave tones.

As for Win, he appeared and raced to the side of Lydenette who had let her hands fall heavily from the table, hanging by her sides and twitching every now and again. She seemed to be in a stupor but slowly came back around, touching her fingers gently to her face, as though to reassure herself that she was still herself, that nothing had changed drastically. She put her hand on Win's head and used his eyes again, surveying the damage; although she remembered nothing, she had a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach that she had done something very rash indeed. At least, she thought with forced optimism, the jack asses of sailors have left the Peach; one must be grateful for small blessings. In an uneasy, forced tone she cleared her throat and said aloud,

"Pardon me, I couldn't hear you over the shouting; but if you were asking me my name, it is Lydenette Moon-Shadow. I live about four streets over in the Old Quarter, with Win my closest friend. If you're going adventuring," she continued nervously, "I make poultices and salves of all sorts; something of a family tradition. I can also mend bone with magic, although I have to admit I've never studied with either an apothecary or a cleric before, so it's all from my own knowledge."

She waived the bar maiden over to the table, who had just peeked her head up from beneath said bar to make sure none of her valuables had broken in the process of the indoors tempest. She came over and Lydenette said generously,

"Please, whatever my friends need to eat or drink I'll pay for them; I assume all of you are hungry if you're so far away from home."

[Baum1300]

Smiling Calden waves the bar maid away from himself and Azriel."We thank you for your generosity, but we cannot accept. We have been raised to take care of ourselves, so once again I thank you."

How is it that these two strange women came to be at my table? I am little more than another man in a strange bar, but these two women somehow picked myself and Azriel to joined me. Also how is it that no one noticed where the wind came from. There are so many casters in here, how is it that no one noticed, the wind flowing through her hair, how she gripped the tables until her hands were bone white, and then when it finally ceased how her arms fell limply to her sides. with a sigh he looked up again confused. These simple casters, they need to get out of their towers and learn a thing or two. Experience the world.

Realizing the entire table was staring at him he looked down shyly, "My apologies, I was lost in thought. But tell me Lydenette, what makes you assume we are adventures? We are two simple men who did not fit in where we were born and had to escape."

"Although, we did notice a few strange things on our way down here. There is something not quite right in nature right now. I am not sure what it is, but even in the north the winds and storms were much stronger this time of year than normal." Slowly he drew his symbol on the table top with a small knife. "But, what kind of adventure are you talking about?" With a wink, he looked directly into the eyes of Win, then closed his eyes and started chanting.

Slowly the table started to push away from Azriel as he started to grow. His already corded muscles bulging, his armor growing to fit his new body, sword growing to to meet his new new form.

Coming out of his trance Calden looked at the ladies, noting the surprise in their eyes as Azriel had almost doubled in size. "As you see ladies I have powers just like you two. Although my powers may be different from what you possess Lydenette, I have powers none the less. But enough of the charade, Azriel is not my brother, as you may well have guessed, he is my eidolon. I am a summoner." Stopping he looked to Azriel, expecting a response.

A response that came before either of the girls could say anything. "Yes, I am not of this world. I come from a plane much different than your own. But, one day I felt the pull of a young man in need and so I arrived, in a form that would please him and help him the most." Patting Calden on the shoulder, nearly knocking him over. "Over the years we have become close and although he is my master, it is not a master-slave relationship, it is a friendship, a brotherhood."