The Spirits of Fantasy- Real RP!

[dangerdanny]

Nightfall. Noises of the night were sounding. Eyes were watching around the campfire. The heroes who were yet to be awakened were snoring loudly, while some gave no noise or twitched at all.

[Kokurokoki]

"Della, I'm just wandering about actually."

Her tone was friendly enough not to warrant any alarm. But Astora could not help but feel something was off about her. To suddenly appear right in the midst of a battle, it would have appeared that this mysterious new individual was brought about by the same power that had affected the others. To add to it, it would seem odd for whoever or whatever it was to suddenly transport a helpless commoner incapable of defending themselves. Nonetheless, the knight figured that it would be best to give their new companion the benefit of the doubt, seeing as how they had yet to ascertain their situation.

Suddenly, a strong gust wind blew through the trees. In the center of their group erupted a white pillar of light that shot out into the sky. Astora immediately reached for his blade, ready to draw his weapon should they encounter another foe. The air was heavy with a magic aura, and he could feel the sword on his hilt and the shield on his back resonate faintly with its power. However, the figure of an old man instead emerged from the pillar, his long grey beard and hair framing an old yet powerful face. His eyes brimmed with power, and Astora could feel the weight of the old man's power as it flowed from his form.

'Was he the one who brought us here?' Astora wondered. At the thought of that question, the young man's head was suddenly filled with questions and mysteries that he wanted to know. Why was he here? What did this man possibly want with them?

'Why can I not hear the songs of Lumina?'

Astora wanted to ask the spirit that appeared before them now. No. Rather, he demanded that this figure answer his questions. To obstruct him from his quest, and one of grand importance no less, Astora found it only fair that this mysterious new character explain himself. However, before the knight could speak, the old man's voice already rang about them. The message of his words were simple: travel to the city of Moolaria. With the commandment given, the figure disappeared. His light vanished along with the roar of the wind surrounding them, and Astora was left in the silence of the forest once more.

The woman beside him muttered something before turning to him and addressing his earlier request. "Miss De Leon." She said. Her words were short and simple, and expressed a sort of wariness that Astora was all too familiar with.

"I am Astora." He responded raising his armored hand in greeting. "It is a pleasure to..."

"I suppose I'll go find us some firewood..."

His introduction was cut short as the woman turned her back to him and walked off into the distance. Although Astora was already expecting such a thing would happen, it did little to quell the faint pang of loneliness that etched away at his heart. With a soft sigh, he looked about the rest of the group. Since the moment appeared to be safe, the knight decided that it would be best to disarm for the coming night. Unhooking the shield from his back and undoing the belt around his scabbard, Astora slid the scabbard into the rack on his shield before he slung the pack over his shoulder once more.

[Rainbowcake]

The archer reappeared a while later, hacked dry wood in her arms. It also appeared that she'd gotten herself into a few tussles along the way - the young woman had what appeared to be claw marks running up her arms and face, along with her cape being torn in some places. "Don't even ask," she said bluntly when she'd dropped the pile of firewood out of her arms. She dusted herself off before she removed her bow and hilt, sitting herself at somewhat of a distance from the others. It was quite obvious that she didn't trust a single one of them, and that she intended to keep it that way - she wasn't ready to make another petty mistake in her life.

With somewhat of a sigh, she pulled an old and over-used tinderbox out of her haversack before crawling over to the pile of wood she'd dropped. After a few minutes of her agitated workings, a fire was built and lit, and again, the young woman was at a distance, keeping to herself. The archer contemplated why she was even with these people, especially when most of them were either asleep or already dead. The young woman rested her chin on her hand, which in turn was resting on her raised knee. "Just a bunch of fools, if you ask me," she again muttered to herself with an annoyed pout. The young woman sighed to herself, looking up at the little bits of the sky that could be seen through the tree canopy. "Whatever's going on here, it had better be worth it..."