A Passage to the Stars

A Passage to the Stars

Varux, Silently Wandering…

Sigmund pondered the house for some time. It appeared made of man, being so far in North led him to believe that it was the manifestation of an old woodlander tribe. For naught! As it was infact the habice of Dwarven uplanders: trainers of strength, as with any Dwarven pursuit. Warrior’s tempered by endless battle roamed the halls of the uninviting house.

“Evancún”, whispered the Dark Disciple and dimensions expanded, within seconds he had traversed time and space now, in a fiery blaze of light stood before his acolyte: Jezebel Arconis- Apprentice Geomage.

“Do we ensue?”

“No.” He replied “we are to search anew, little one”

“If it is the Newman infestation that stricken you I would be glad, Elcivre, to rid of them herein”, she paused. Sigmund was in his corner, the one space in their Elf Manor, Ayenfel, in which he created and indeed, catered to his creation, for his was vision. At but only an Elving devised a teleportation spell potent enough to grant voyage through the cosmos. It ‘peaked’ in that only a certain level of magick could activate it, meaning he could travel to the far regions beyond his immediate travelling means. His was precision and efficiency. A testament to al ne’er do wells, his was power.

Tharlon, Observing…

Later on in the day, the winds whispered in dulcet tones, echoing off the hallow Agalloch Jezebel, now scouting the area surrounding their encampment, as she did, this was practice ideal to the ever changing flow of the Earth. The Agalloch spoke of siege upon a migrating Woodland tribe. Elf Spellcasters were gathering to gain experience, rare were these moments.

“I must meditate” the high elf mused, she was intent on delivering this news to her master soon, so was preparing an enchantment, one that would enable travel at high speeds across the plains she observed.

Naryloxe, in the jungle

“Halt”, cried Aryea, Lady Falconer, Of the Woods, amplifying the pitch of her voice to allow reach to her fleet of archers, the P’el’Zeck, captained by the Lady herself, a class of one graduate from the Accura Academy, now a powerful and revered Somacast with enough experience in the field to train its students. She herself sat atop the back of Eilnwhyr, her mighty Falcon.

“Down Lyn” she stroked her warbird along the tip of its beak to the neat arrangement of feathers nestled behind its neck and descended to find Alexia Sypocore awaiting her order. She was dependable and competent, useful traits for any aspiring ranger.

“Avante” she thought and her companion transfigured from the mighty warbird to a common bird of prey, resting its talons firmly on her outstretched gauntlet.

“Our next move?” Enquired the young first in command and Arrow Caller

“It is as you believed it to be, Alexia. We must scout further along the western path; Eilnwhyr caught sight of the Dark One not far off the Caelen Ridge. He was stationary, seething clearly, preparing a spell and not focused on his surroundings…” she paused, apprehensive of the potentiality of her assertions.

“If we are to ride to battle, we will ride with valour and precision.” Alexia began to enthuse while the others among the P’el’Zeck looked at each other with terrified stares. The majority of them were fresh out of the Academy, mostly Newman.