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Upon the white and sandy beaches of The Pale Coast, the unconscious body of a seven-teen year old teenager laid quietly as the gentle waves of the ocean water beat upon the sand. It seems that on this day, it was a rather warm afternoon without a cloud in the sky. The sky above with a bright blue coloration. And the winds... were as gentle as they could be. Barely blowing the sand along. Nearby would be some green tropical forests, possibly with creatures that are either passive or maybe territorial. A few feet inches away from him were his Wooden Staff and Red Wizard Hat, the young teen most likely dropped them when he passed out. If they had dropped into the ocean, they would’ve certainly sunk right to the bottom. Some seagulls had decided to gather near his body, curious about him.
While the rest of his items remained dry, it seems that the only thing that got wet were his Red Robes. Entirely drenched in salty cold sea water, with small grains of sand added in as well. It wouldn’t be easy to get the sand out of his outfit, probably take a few hours to do so.
This young teenager would be in for quite a surprise when he wakes up, for he would be in an unknown land. In his current condition, all he could dream of his previous memories with his mother in his home city of Gaia. Watching her practice her spells, which would then lead up to the moment of her unfortunate demise because of that one thief that escaped from the prison that was holding him. It was like reliving it all over again, but not being able to do much to change it. Eventually, some random passerby would find this unconscious young man laying peacefully on the sandy beach.
Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on Oct 15, 2021 21:18:41 GMT -6
The river-polished stones glinted in the afternoon light. Laurelin squinted, failing to read the message that the seeress caught, if her sudden shift in demeanor was anything to go by. Dramatic, Laurelin noted, yet there was some truth behind the woman’s act. Seraphine was aptly named, for while not proficiently trained, faint magic simmered in her veins. Perhaps she does have the gift.
No doubt she had waken numerous times from a prophetic dream, frightened like the child she no longer was.
“Oh.” Aspen green eyes lit up as Seraphine got an idea. With a flair, she picked up the crystal ball with freckled hands, and flashed a dazzling smile. “Best convey with this, too, regarding your reading. It’s…rather chaotic.”
Laurelin kept a mask of neutrality at the phrasing. “By all means,” she said. At the sight of the crystal ball, memories of Matoya sprang to the mage’s mind, causing her heart to lurch for home.
“You’ve had a heavy fate,” Seraphine finally whispered, her ginger hair falling in loose ringlets, eying both the crystal and the stones. Neutral façade now broken, Laurelin’s smile grew tight. If only the prophetess knew the half of it. “I…see figures. Allies—no, friends. Dear friends. And I see battles. A lot of blood and death. But” —Seraphine jolted as if slapped— “Something haunts your steps, like—"
“Enough.” Laurelin raised a thinly scarred hand.
Seraphine started, taken aback, nearly dropping the crystal. “What?”
Rising with grace befitting her race, quarterstaff in hand, Laurelin stood. “I have heard enough, is all.” Her left hand trembled. It took every ounce of her willpower to make her next words come out coolly. “I merely must be on my way to deal with the rise in the Sahagin population.”
With that said, she placed a coin upon the table and hastened toward the exit of The Hero’s Haven, ignoring Seraphine's calling after her.
Normally, the fresh air would lighten her mood, reminding her of idyllic days. Being so near the ocean should have brought memories of sailing the seas. Of commandeering a pirate ship. Of glorious freedom.
The ocean only brought memories of the Kraken.
She swore she still heard the Fiend’s cackles being carried on the wind. Eyes widening, Laurelin jerked, turning to face the roaring waves. That was no cackle; that was no Fiend. A Sahagin’s cry was as recognizable as its scales and stench.
Swiveling, she held her staff aloft, keen eyes scanning the horizon. There! As it clawed its way out of the water and onto the shore, Laurelin noted something peculiar. Sahagin hunted in packs, yet this one was alone. Something got its attention.
Something like a child passed out on the white sand. The grip upon her Judgement Staff went white-knuckled. Red robes. Unconscious. Prey. It seemed fate was tossing fledgling mages her way. Adrenaline coursing through her veins, Laurelin hastened to intercept the monster creeping ever nearer, a spell Thundara upon her tongue.
The beast went down with a shriek. Laurelin released a relieved sigh. She had cleared harming the boy. Bridging the final distance between herself and him, she found her heart lurch again. It did seem as if her past was haunting her steps. For he wore did wear the robes of mages from her world.
She had wished to have some familiarity in an elsewise unfamiliar world and fate had obliged. Laurelin knelt and gave a gentle nudge to the lad’s shoulder. “Time to wake up,” she breathed. “Else you’re bound to catch a cold.”
Post by Nick Zixian on Oct 16, 2021 7:58:53 GMT -6
As Nick Zixian was being nudged, he finally had awoken from being unconscious. He was quite surprised and happy to see another person in this strange land that he didn't know, at least he wasn't alone on these sandy beaches. The young teenager would slowly get up and brush the small grains of sand from his wet Red Mage Robe. He would look into the eyes of the individual that had awoken him and said humbly "Thank you for awaking me, I suppose I've been out cold for quite some time. My name is Nick Zixian, a Red Mage in training."
While he was conversing with this new person that he came into encounter with, he looked around for his Red Wizard Hat, Wooden Staff, and also leather bag that contained his items. He would find these items inches away from where he was laying on the sandy beach. Upon finding his belongings, he'd immediately picked them up. The first thing he did was put on his Red Wizard Hat and then gently put his leather bag over his shoulder. It had a small amount of weight to it since he had some potions and an antidote inside.
"This new land... it's not my home or any place that I remember from my past as a young child. Do you know where I am, madam?" The young teenager would ask the lady as he held onto his mother's Wooden Staff that was given to him as a gift, holding it tight. He hadn't seen anyone like this before, or at least anyone with this appearance, so it was a unique experience for him. Could this be a potential ally for him, maybe even a new friend? Or maybe even a teacher for him to learn more magic spells?
Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on Mar 8, 2022 20:46:40 GMT -6
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“I cannot say,” she began, kneeling nearby, fingers plucking at the scattered items, “how long you have been out. I was merely passing by.” Laurelin offered the potion bottles to the mage, where he tucked them in his bag for safe keeping. “Though I suppose taking on a nest of Sahagin has become much simpler, with one less running amok.”
As he adjusted his hat, he spoke, and she kept quiet, pensive. The boy was analytical, she’d give him that, able to deduce he was in a new world. That or—ah, there was the question. Naïve and unknowing, but not necessarily a negative connotation. She, after all, was once in his shoes, before her journey left its impact on her body, mind, and soul. There was something endearing about innocence. Primarily when his last word hit the air.
“Madam?” She flashed a playful smile, stifling her laughter. “Are you under the impression every elf you meet is as ancient as the land?” Most often made that mistake, and while it made no difference to her, it was always fun to poke at. Watching the panic rise alongside the bumbling of apologies were equally amusing. Perhaps she shouldn’t be so harsh, given the fact whoever raised him raised him well. With a dismissive wave she added, “Laurelin. Tis a pleasure, Nick.”
As for his question, locals provided her all the answers. The least she could do was pass along her knowledge. “Zephon,” she answered. “More specifically the Pale Coast.”
Rising, she offered her right hand. “It’d be best we get you out of this weather and by a warm fire.” It would also give him a chance to collect himself while filling his stomach, and her to ask about the sheer number of Sahagins that lurked in the area. And something also nagged at her to requestion Seraphine. Something about this encounter felt uncanny. “The Hero’s Haven is nearby. Come along.”
As they walked, she favored her left, treading lightly over the pale sandbanks. “There’s no doubt you’re not from this world,” she said. She needn’t state the obvious, given his initial confusion, but something tickled her curiosity. Once Laurelin’s curiosity spiked, not even Chaos could prevent her from achieving answers. “Still, it begs the question: where do you hail from?”
Post by Nick Zixian on Mar 8, 2022 22:57:44 GMT -6
"I guess I've been out for what seems like hours... or at least that's how it feels for me. Good thing you had arrived when you did, or any dangerous creature could've ended my life, thank you." said Nick as he continued to dust the sand off his Red Robes. This lady he had encountered seemed quite friendly to him, so perhaps everything was going smoothly for him right now.
"A pleasure to meet you, Laurelin. The reason I called you Madam was because I wanted to be polite. My mother taught me how to be polite to people." It was important for him to be polite to those he didn't know, since his mother didn't want her own child growing up to be an impolite and dishonest man.
When she mentioned that he was on the Pale Coast in Zephon, he nodded in reply and said "Hmmm... interesting. The world of Zephon and the Pale Coast, quite a place that I've landed in. Perhaps as I travel along... I can learn some new things about this world." as he thought about what to say next.
When she offered her right hand, Nick would gently take it with a small grin upon his lips. He would then say to the response of being taken to a warm fire "I'd appreciate that most, thank you so much!" as he would walk along with her on the beach to the place called The Hero's Haven. The young teenager would be quite happy to get some rest after being unconscious on the beach for quite a while. When he was asked about his origins, he would say in response: "I am from the Town of Gaia, I've been raised there my entire life. I will say its quite a wonderful town filled with fairies since there's a fairy spring there. My training to be a Red Mage started there under instruction from my dear mother, who gave me my wooden staff that I hold in my right hand. It originally belonged to her. She is no longer alive unfortunately..." He would try to hold himself back from crying, but he couldn't quite do so and let out a few tears.
Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on May 16, 2022 19:42:46 GMT -6
serve the good, be one of the greats, heal the world and change our fate
“I had figured as such,” Laurelin replied, a warm smile gracing her features. “Mothers tend to instill important lessons.” Her own had stressed the importance of political negotiation, leaving her tea to unattended for too long, as she schooled her children about proper conduct. Oft or not, Silas and Laurelin would find their father slipping into the room when the shadows grew deep, coaxing her to retire for the night. Their children needed rest as well, he would say, his smile as gentle as his words. Reluctant, she’d obliged, as he was ever the sage between the two.
Heart lurching at the unbidden memories, Laurelin slowed her previously hasty pace, before coming to a sudden halt. Gaia. Fairies. Impossible.
Seraphine’s words crept like a serpent from the murky depths, coiling about her throat. Something haunts your steps. Was this boy the something? Impossible.
And yet across their travels, they thwarted ill-prepared pinchers’ attempts to smuggle fairies to the caravan. They had freed another fae from captivity. In their haste to lay waste to the Kraken, they had arrived in a town aptly named Gaia. Was he from the same location?
Impossible?
The Judgment Staff felt heavier than usual, digging between her shoulders, threatening to bury her beneath the sands. Had their rash actions left a town open for attack? Had they unwittingly goaded consequence? How many orphans were made as the result of unseen enemies tailing their every move? Was it even possible?
Of course it was.
A subtle hiccup shattered her thoughts. The waves crashed, swirling with an upcoming storm, and Laurelin turned to meet it. He reminded her of Linhart and Eriol when they were upset, with tears gathering on lashes and the quaking of limbs. Putting on a brave face, trying to be strong. Her heart ached. She had failed, hadn’t she?
“My condolences.” Her hand shook as she fished out a handkerchief from a hidden pocket. The material was silken, dyed Elfheim-green, with a golden embossed wreath of laurel. One of the few treasures from her homeland, and she was offering to a stranger. “You are much too young to have suffer such loss. I am sorry.”
Post by Nick Zixian on May 17, 2022 7:48:53 GMT -6
"It's alright, and thank you..." said Nick as he gently took the silk handkerchief from Laurelin and wiped his eyes for ten seconds. When he was done using it, he would hand it back to her in the same gentle manner. Taking a deep breath in through his nose and slowly exhaling before saying "While I am a young teenager, I've got to find a way to be strong, and continue my learning so that I can be the best Red Magethat I can be. I am sure my mother would've wanted that the most. This staff of mine that she passed onto me will always remind me of her."
Nick appreciated the sympathy that was being given to him by Laurelin and smiled a bit. After all, he didn't have many friends in this world that he has found himself in. He was going to need good people to help out whenever they could. He looked towards his staff for a moment, then back towards the woman that he was walking with.
In his mind, he would think about the memories of his past, of all the good times that he had learning magic with his mother. Including all the important lessons on proper etiquette when speaking with people. It would remain in his mind for the rest of his days, or as long as he would be alive. That's all he had of his mother was his memories of her.
Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on Jun 6, 2022 11:01:31 GMT -6
serve the good, be one of the greats, heal the world and change our fate
She accepted her handkerchief back, pocketed it. “I surmise you’re right,” she said, voice soft. While she hadn’t known the lad’s mother, it felt only appropriate to believe she’d want nothing but the best for him. At the aforementioned staff, Laurelin smiled. “Treasure it always. It will lend you strength in times of need.”
And strength he would need in this world.
Their trekking resumed and the endless, white sand horizon broke to reveal a massive building. Not one to pause, Laurelin led them both through the front door. What lay beyond was a massive common room. High vaulted ceilings yawned above them, and, when there weren’t storms, sunlight glistened through skylight windows, spraying rainbows below through stained glass. Tapestries of victorious warriors covered parts of the walls alongside trinkets from successful hunts. It clashed with the modern bar and sleek tables, but Laurelin wouldn’t complain. Zephon’s history mixing with the current otherworlders’ influences were present everywhere, should one look hard enough.
Settling in a large, plush chair nearby the center hearth, she released an audible sigh. The fire warmed her, softening her features, and she relished in its gentle touch. Here, within the comforting walls and familiar scents of spices and the clamor of forged alliances, the Kraken’s screams couldn’t reach her. For a moment, she could relax and be swept up in memories of a grand adventure. Shoulders drooping like a willow, Laurelin embraced that sensation.
Until the creaking of wood caught her attention. Eyes opening, she hummed, having taken notice of a woman who had approached her table, menus in hand. “I would like tea, please.” Her eyes turned towards Nick. “Order whatever strikes your fancy.”
Once their order was placed and the woman out of earshot, Laurelin finally addressed Nick. “We have much to discuss.” She smiled what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “While not certain, I’m likened to surmise we hail from a similar world. If not the same one.” It was a bold statement, to say the least, but Laurelin was known for her forwardness. She needed answers and answers she'd get. “You mentioned you’re from Gaia. A quaint town, with fairies abundant, nestled in a valley.” The mountains were beautiful; the grass was springy beneath her boots (—and how she longed to run barefoot!). The fae’s magic ran so rich Laurelin had felt it in the pollen that covered her. Remembering brought gooseflesh to her skin. She could have remained there in that valley, embraced by the lush land, had the forests of Elfheim not claimed her heart.
“Are you aware of any other locations in your world? Cornelia? Elfheim?”
Post by Nick Zixian on Jun 6, 2022 11:55:41 GMT -6
Nick would look up at the building for a moment before entering inside with Laurelin. Upon going inside, he found the ambiance to be quite comforting to him. While it wasn't a permanent place to settle down in, at least it was a nice rest stop after all he had been through. The young teenager would sit down in a nearby seat where she was, enjoying the warm heat from the fire. It would certainly help dry off his wet robes that had little bits of sand on them.
After getting comfortable, he would notice someone handing him a menu. He decided to take it gently without a second thought as he looked at it for a moment. When asked about what he wanted, he thought about it for a moment. He was rather confused and uncertain because he didn't see anything that tickled his fancy for the most part. In the end, he would just settle for tea.
"I'll have the tea as well, please." said Nick as he put down his menu. He would then watch as the lady serving them walked away from them after getting their order down, turning back to face Laurelin. He then would hear her ask a question about his knowledge about other locations like Cornelia or Elfhiem. He would think for a moment and then responded.
"Cornelia... I have heard bits and pieces about that place from people that came to Gaia from that location. From what I've heard, it seemed to be quite the place to be. Probably bigger than my home. For Elfheim... I haven't really heard much about that place. So I don't have much information on it. While we've had visitors from other places, I've never gone beyond my home in Gaia. Always stayed in one place." He said to Laurelin as he waited for his cup of tea.
Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on Jul 1, 2022 9:07:25 GMT -6
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“Much larger,” she agreed. Cornelia spread across the land, pushing her boundaries year by year, matching the surging population. Gaia, while Laurelin surmised did similar, seemed to have had a slower birth rate and far fewer commuters sought refuge there. Simply put, the need to expand was next to nonexistent. “To think the world is larger yet.”
The waitress returned, balancing two cups on a tray. Much to the elf’s surprise, she had brought a few rolls, slathered in honey, alongside a bowl of soup. The scent of the rolls brought an unwanted stomach gurgle from Laurelin. “Thought so. You might not be human, sugar, but even you have to eat,” the woman said, flashing a coy smile.
I am nearly fourfold your age. I needn’t be reminded of my limitations. Yet Laurelin’s expression belied her thoughts. Her lack of ordering must have given her away. She’d not make that mistake twice. Meanwhile the waitress’s dark eyes had focused on Nick as she placed the soup before him. “Same goes for growing boys.”
Laurelin would give a curt nod of thanks. Once again, when she was out of earshot, did their conversation pick up, this time about her homeland.
Seeming pleased by his comments, Laurelin picked up her tea, and gently blew on it. The steam scattered like mist to the morning sun. “My people are rather secretive.” She took a sip, savoring the sensations blossoming over her tongue. “Rare is it that we travel beyond our borders to Cornelia, rarer yet further out.” Her and her father before her were some of the exceptions, for Silvanus’s training took him to Crescent Lake and the whole world saving required her to travel.
“Nothing wrong with having lived a quiet life. Some would say it is a blessing to remain unperturbed.” Her smile did not reach her eyes. Now he would have to assimilate to a bustling society.
“Now,” she began, hands resting on her lap, loosely cradling her cup, “this comes to the current subject.” She motioned to indicate his robes, red as poppies. “You mentioned training as a mage”—she readied herself for another bout of tears—"how far along are your studies? What spells have you mastered thus far?”
She needed something—anything—to work with. Was he only a red mage temporary, as most magi began out as, before their studies took them to their true calling? Laurelin watched in measured silence. Any masters of red and white she could have recommended did not walk on this soil. Even if they did, she questioned their willingness to accept an apprentice. Furthermore, given what snippets she heard, the nearby city preferred the university method.
“A course of action must be taken.” She leaned back, stretching her long legs. “As you are aware”—now she gestured toward herself—”I am versed in black magic. While I have read about white magic, as my kindred favors it, I’m afraid I cannot lend aid if you’re more inclined to it.”
She had chosen the less followed path of her kindred, who had an affinity for both mystic branches. It shouldn’t have been such a surprise, given her father followed the red robes; whereas her mother, while not as versed, favored black magic, in case a threat would befall the prince. Laurelin’s fingers twisted tightly together in repressed lividity. Her mother still bore thin scars given to her by that dark elf. Yet her voice remained calm when she mused aloud, “Mayhaps Torensten is the place you’re destined to be.”
