Aerilyn walked alongside the others without a single word of comfort or anger. She looked just as withdrawn as she normally did, and her eyes were no longer giving away any of her concerns for their friends. Her thoughts at the moment were worth more than a penny--rather a life. She wouldn't be sharing all of the scenarios that were going down within her head--all of the plans that could be made that would most certainly go wrong. They have the power advantage... they know how to use their powers... we're probably equivalent to their children in terms of control. She thought with slight disdain. Though she didn't know how well the others were capable of controlling their element, she knew for a fact that she could barely summon up a strong gust on a whim to save her life. Inwardly, she was kicking herself for her lack of being able to control something as simple as wind. The others had more difficult elements, by the looks of it. She wondered why she would be the one stuck with the useless element. But it isn't useless if I could just get a grip on it.
Her hands clenched into fists inside of her shadowy cloak that covered her from head to toe. She took a silent, deep breath and focused on bringing about a slight breeze to give them some sense of relief from the boiling sun, but no wind answered her. Skyff landed on her shoulder, making sure to land on the one with the pad, and muttered into her mind, "Remember earlier, when you were about to neuter Shida?" The hawk's voice had a whimsical amusement attached to it. "You were angry then. I'm not saying that anger could bring your powers about, but it is the emotion that you find easiest to come by. Your emotions are going to be the key to your power." Then her launched off of her shoulder and flew ahead, keeping an eye out for any more scouting parties that the Vygorns may have sent out. She inwardly detested the thought of summoning up the emotions that she so desperately had to conceal. But if my emotions are going to be the key to my power... I guess I have no choice.
When they had finally reached a safe distance from the encampment, she noticed that Shida tried to take the lead and had devised a plan similar to their former plan. She simply gazed at him and then the others with indifference as she nodded. Then he asked if there were any requests and she finally spoke up for the first time that day, "If possible... I believe it would be best for me to keep my distance from the other distractions, as the storm I'm going to summon will most likely be dangerous even for the rest of us." She stated this because she intended to become the heart of the storm. If I'm at the center, then I can try to keep it from spreading beyond our reach. The more damage that we cause to those who are not with the Vygorns, the more fear we'll bring upon our own.
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Aerilyn was doing everything in her power to bring herself back to her calm and emotionless state, but it was easier said than done. Her mind was reeling and her heart rate had increased considerably. Conceal your emotions behind an iron mask... she thought this in her father's voice, knowing that it would work better if she did. When she felt like she would be able to speak without snapping or revealing the stress that was pulsating through her veins, she looked to Thelma and gave her an appreciative nod. Then she turned and started in the direction that they all believed was the way that Cora and Will had gone. With Skyff flying above them, she was inwardly praying that the Vygorns hadn't done anything to either of them, but knowing their luck, something was going down already. What possessed either of them to run off on their own? She tried to wrap her brain around the concept, but no answers came to her just yet.
Soon, they would be overlooking the iron fortress where their friends were being held captive.
Soon, they would be overlooking the iron fortress where their friends were being held captive.
Bump.
It sounded like a poorly written lemon for a moment. 0_o
Aerilyn looked over to Gilfred and nodded. "The more the merrier." Then she looked at their small group and sighed silently. It wasn't a sigh of despair, but rather of disappointment. They had only an inkling as to where their friends were. Of course, they had plenty of their own little pets, whatever they had been called, to help search for them. Just as she thought about them, Skyff perched upon her shoulder. From his mind, she could see exactly the spot where they may be kept, but that was from the skies, where there were fewer obstacles. She didn't know if there were any Vygorns that may have decided to go out in search of their comrades. We're going to be treading terrible water... She thought this with a small frown.
Just as she was about to say that since they were all there and should get moving before thy ran out of time, she glanced over at Shida and her eyes seemed to burn with a fire. Suddenly, she was doing her best to get her face in his, but due to the height difference it wouldn't happen, and she growled audibly. "we don't have time to play games here, you dishonorable twat!" Just then, it felt like there was a blade bein pressed against every inch of his exposed neck, but there were no blades to be seen. She was inadvertently using the air around her to become blades. She even had the tip of her dagger dangerously close to the soft spot between his legs. Her face was stoic as usual, but her eyes and the air about her said that she was otherwise.
Then she withdrew back as swiftly as she had moved forward and the air about them became calm and composed. "We should get moving before something happens to those two."
Just as she was about to say that since they were all there and should get moving before thy ran out of time, she glanced over at Shida and her eyes seemed to burn with a fire. Suddenly, she was doing her best to get her face in his, but due to the height difference it wouldn't happen, and she growled audibly. "we don't have time to play games here, you dishonorable twat!" Just then, it felt like there was a blade bein pressed against every inch of his exposed neck, but there were no blades to be seen. She was inadvertently using the air around her to become blades. She even had the tip of her dagger dangerously close to the soft spot between his legs. Her face was stoic as usual, but her eyes and the air about her said that she was otherwise.
Then she withdrew back as swiftly as she had moved forward and the air about them became calm and composed. "We should get moving before something happens to those two."
Oh my god. Yes. I want a cookie. Brutalizing Shida... Loading...
In the world of Altera, wars have waged as the times have gone on. Wars, plagues, and natural disasters prevailed over mankind for as long as they could remember. Darkness enshrouded Altera-- and death was believed to be a blessing during these dark times. Mankind was given a new struggle with each passing day. There was no hope and that was the way that things simply were. That is until mankind finally sought for an answer that would allow them to take control of their world and their destines, but that is more easily said than done.
The king of Altera, King Barcell I, sent out a search party of all his strongest men to seek an answer to end this turmoil. Whether it be to discover which god it was that was destroying their land to someone with great power putting things into motion-- it no longer mattered. All that he wanted was an answer and a solution to put his people our of their misery. Many of his strongest men were consumed by the natural disasters that laid outside of the great city of Altu, while many simply vanished without a trace. Barcell soon grew old and fell ill to one of the many plagues that had entered his stronghold, and he knew that this would be the last sickness that would befall him. The night that he breathed his last was when a single one of his men returned with an elderly woman who had hidden herself within the Forest of Drea.
She told him that she had the power to right all of the wrongs within Altera-- to bring peace to all of the disasters and evil spirits that had caused them to occur-- but at a price. He told her that he would do anything to give his people hope for a brighter future. And with that, she told him what would have to be done. She was a Mage, a mysterious being that held the ability to control the Arcane (magic) in all of its forms, but it was stressful upon her body, mind, and soul. In order to bring the world to a state that could be considered peace would be to train others who were capable of controlling the Arcane. Then they would be able to bring peace to our world. The dying king agreed to this with his final breath, and begged that this day would not be forgotten in the long history of Altera.
This day is known as the Day of Hope; the only day a year where Mages are chosen by the Arcane itself to harness its unending wealth of power. They are also given a cloak or robe that is to match their spirit--the color being unique to them and them only (during their lifetime). Of course, some Mages are granted a place on the High Council based on how pure their Arcane is. This year, oddly enough, there has been an increase in the number of Mages to be selected. This can only mean one thing: that something is changing within the world--whether it be in the Arcane itself, or there is a threat around the corner.
Where will you stand?
Will you fight for Altera?
Or will you watch it fall?
The king of Altera, King Barcell I, sent out a search party of all his strongest men to seek an answer to end this turmoil. Whether it be to discover which god it was that was destroying their land to someone with great power putting things into motion-- it no longer mattered. All that he wanted was an answer and a solution to put his people our of their misery. Many of his strongest men were consumed by the natural disasters that laid outside of the great city of Altu, while many simply vanished without a trace. Barcell soon grew old and fell ill to one of the many plagues that had entered his stronghold, and he knew that this would be the last sickness that would befall him. The night that he breathed his last was when a single one of his men returned with an elderly woman who had hidden herself within the Forest of Drea.
She told him that she had the power to right all of the wrongs within Altera-- to bring peace to all of the disasters and evil spirits that had caused them to occur-- but at a price. He told her that he would do anything to give his people hope for a brighter future. And with that, she told him what would have to be done. She was a Mage, a mysterious being that held the ability to control the Arcane (magic) in all of its forms, but it was stressful upon her body, mind, and soul. In order to bring the world to a state that could be considered peace would be to train others who were capable of controlling the Arcane. Then they would be able to bring peace to our world. The dying king agreed to this with his final breath, and begged that this day would not be forgotten in the long history of Altera.
This day is known as the Day of Hope; the only day a year where Mages are chosen by the Arcane itself to harness its unending wealth of power. They are also given a cloak or robe that is to match their spirit--the color being unique to them and them only (during their lifetime). Of course, some Mages are granted a place on the High Council based on how pure their Arcane is. This year, oddly enough, there has been an increase in the number of Mages to be selected. This can only mean one thing: that something is changing within the world--whether it be in the Arcane itself, or there is a threat around the corner.
Where will you stand?
Will you fight for Altera?
Or will you watch it fall?
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