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Post by Raven on Dec 10, 2006 15:57:38 GMT -5
The tower was well protected from harm, with quite a few enchantments. It was afterall built by mages,for mages. inside, a couples of these mages were walking about, some reading their own books of spells and magic. There were scores of books and other materials littered throughout, even leading up the stairs to the higher levels of the tower.
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Post by shauni on Dec 10, 2006 16:07:25 GMT -5
Anya admired the sight for a little while, her odd appearance not even meriting a second glance from any of the mages. Instead, they seemed too interested in their studies or whatever else they were doing, so it was as if she didn't exist.
Looking up the stairs for a moment and frowning, Anya started to scale them. Naturally, she had to be at the top. Nothing was ever easy.
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Post by Raven on Dec 10, 2006 16:14:28 GMT -5
The fifth floor, for there were five of them, was very organized and clean. it was symmetrical in a way, and had crystals placed strategically around the room to absorb energy. The room was clearly designed to be a meditation room. In keeping with this, she was sitting on the floor in a meditative state. Her aura was clearly visible, as she was allowing her energies to expand freely. It was of course contained to that room by the crystals. Her aura was a combination of white, for purity, clear red for power, and gold for enlightenment and divine protection, that burned brightly when she meditated.
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Post by shauni on Dec 10, 2006 19:38:19 GMT -5
" Hello there," Anya panted as she finally got up toward the final room where the fallen goddess was apparently meditating. Leaning against her knees to catch her breath, Anya awaited for the woman to acknowledge her presence.
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Post by Raven on Dec 10, 2006 19:57:34 GMT -5
She pulled her energy back into herself, "so what is it you want to know, Anya." she said. She was completely calm now, and just sat there waiting for her answer. She didnt get up or anything yet, still sitting meditatively on the floor with her eyes closed.
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Post by shauni on Dec 10, 2006 21:31:01 GMT -5
" Anything you can tell me about the balance and what disturbs it," she bluntly stated, looking around the room like a fascinated child. " Anything would be useful at this point, as I wish to know if what I have seen will come to pass. But even us seers are often wrong, and visions can be placed there as red herrings..."
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Post by Raven on Dec 10, 2006 21:59:49 GMT -5
"many things disturb the balance," she said. "everything is a hard request." she sighed, getting up. She glanced at her, "you will have to be more specific."
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Post by shauni on Dec 11, 2006 18:30:26 GMT -5
" More specifically around here," she responded, looking around the room some more. " You know, why people like you are around, and why there are more dragons. Something major seems to be happening, and I want to know what it is..So I can help, or get out of the way.."
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Post by Raven on Dec 11, 2006 18:45:22 GMT -5
"well i am here on vacation. i thought i covered that part already. if there was a need for me to work in this area, i wouldnt be here alone. " she said. "as for the dragons, who knows. they do what they want." she sighed. "if your looking for a bigger picture, youll need someone with a broader knowledge-base then me. "
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Post by Elenisil on Dec 14, 2006 22:13:35 GMT -5
Cold stone walls felt as if they were consuming the figure that lay partially limp from the chains. The still thick air seeped it's way from floor to floor of the large tower, carring her aura and scent with it. She was held here aginst her will, wounded nearly to death she dangled from the bonds around her body. The had captured her for one reason and one alone, she was different, even in a realm of many different species and races she still was never accepted. She was always blamed for misfortunes of the times and carried the weight of the problems upon her now battered shoulders. The label on the door outside read, Elenisil, for that was her name which turned into her curse. Steel blue orbs tilted upward sunken deep within pale white porcalin skin once again taking in her sourroundings from behind a veil of onyx black hair that ussually hung down neatly to her shins. Quelling her battle she hung limp once more, lack of strength and surpressed magical abilities drained all that she had left, she drifted into a coma like state hoping a fellow of hers would come to help, but she wouldn't hold her breath. She rested for now if no one came she would find another way to escape, drifting off she suddenly thought she could faintly smell a lupid. Slitted pupils looked at the spells and magic being used around her to keep her own powerful magics at bay, for if she had them she would certianly not be there, nor would anyone in the immediate vacinity of the tower be standing. Craining her neck back with what little strength she had left (which was also drained by the spells) she let out a deep rumbling cry, reminding her captors that she would not be defeated easily. For she was a mythic, a unicorn, but, she was also no ordionary mythic, but an ancient and a black one at that, the last of her kind. After thousands of years being alive her kind started dying off, that was a couple milena ago. She couldn't even put a number with her age. Countless millena had passed since she was created, for she was not born like all other life around, but was a manifestation of the darkness. She was not evil though, and that is what granted her the place she was now in. It was because the beings of this world fear what they do not understand, and an ageless being fitted into that very category. The only beings left in the atmos that seemed to understand her were the animals and beasts. She found that they were the only ones with whom she could find comfort in. She hoped that if one caught her scent they would come to aid her, for even though she was in humanistic form she still carried the scent of her true equine self that was uniquely hers. Straining against her chains once more she tried to use her mental abilities, anything to take the pressure the spells around her were putting on her mind away. Guarded steel blue orbs turned blood red as blood trickeled from open wounds to the red tainted floor as she writhed in the cold steel bonds, black locks matting from dried blood and the dust in the room. She had been in the room for nearly 5 days now, regaining conciousness 2 days ago the only thing she knew was that she was a captive of the mages, in the tower she figured.
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Post by Raven on Dec 14, 2006 22:24:24 GMT -5
Yet the mages had no interest in her at all, at least these did not. True there were more sinister spellcasters in existence, and they were probably the ones in possession of her at this moment. Certainly had the ambassador known of this tragedy that was taking place, she would have done something about it, and being what she was she would have known immediately if something was not right at her current location. Still, she had a flash of a vision,herself, standing there. It took her through time and space to where this magnificent creature was held. As she snapped out of it, she let out a gasp in shock. That someone would do such a thing was horrifying to her, though not all that surprising.
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Post by Elenisil on Dec 14, 2006 22:41:31 GMT -5
She knew not of where this new aura came from, but she knew it was close really close. Although in a deep coma like sleep she could still feel what was going on around her, the few beings outside of her make shift cell that she knew were the ones who had captured. Flashing back to when she had been captured she remembered she in the middle of the dark forest not far from the dragons realm when she noticed (too late to do anything) that she had steped into a barrier. Her battle commensed with the three magic wielders for 3 days, before she was too weak to continue. They hit her with a spell putting her in a comma like state. Unable to move or speak all she could do was lay and wait. She finally saw her attackers comming toward her, they were all young and rather new looking to her, but they knew about her and what to do, which could mean only one thing. That being that one of the final histories of the ancient elves found its way into their hands. She could hear them speaking of becoming heros and everybody faming them, for capturing the "despicable creature" as they called her. Knowing she couldn't make a move now she rested and waited for the right time.
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Post by shauni on Dec 15, 2006 14:44:35 GMT -5
At hearing the gasp, Anya seemed a bit anxious. "What is it you have seen?" She knew that the fallen goddess had seen something, being a bit of a 'mystic' and spellcaster herself. One could feel the energies of the universe granting her infinite wisdom to others. Though Anya did not know the nature of the vision, she certainly knew there had been one. And due to the gasp, assumed it was not of good nature.
Fidgety, she tapped her staff on the floor a little, hoping it was nothing too bad.
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Post by Raven on Dec 15, 2006 15:20:37 GMT -5
"a unicorn is being held captive. " she said. She ran down the stairs, she had to do something. Not just because it was her job, but because it was the right thing to do. That unicorn in her vision needed someone's help badly. She called her horse, who came trotting up from where it was grazing nearby.
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Post by Elenisil on Dec 17, 2006 18:03:20 GMT -5
Drifting in and out of conciousness Elenisil was bombarded by images of her past. Reliving the fateful day that killed her young foal and life love over and over. She heard the peaceful sounds of the birds chirping, setteling in to their nests in the early evening. Laying with her mate Beleg Fae she watched her colt Mir romping through the tall grass near the rivers edge, his small silver horn just sticking up through his fluffy forelock. She felt the nuzzles of her stallion as she lay at his side on the embakment of the hill. The sky was a beautiful array of colors beckoning the new night to come. Closing her eyes for but a moment she took in a deep breath and took in the smell of the oncomming eve. Upon opening her eyes the sky became a blood red, forboding that trouble was comming. She heard a single shot from a bow and arrow, and watched as her young colt begin to fall to the ground. Sky became angry and turned dark in hate, suddenly another shot rang out as she began running over to her foal, hitting Fae in the chest. Her usually silent heart beat so quickly and loudly all other sounds were drown out. Rearing up in anger she saw who it was who would attack them, mortals from the nearby village, all with burning steaks in their hands. Eyes turned to fire in an instant, spines running down her neck stood on end as she lurched forward. An Elven stood in amongst the mortals and pulled his sword high over his head, hair madly flying around his features he quickly brought the sword down and. . . Elenisil awoke suddenly gasping deeply for breath, jolting limbs bound by chains with a single bloody tear rolling down from her eyes, staining porcelin skin with red streak. The situation she was in now came back to her spells and chains constricting her movements, she hung her head low again and just waited. 'I'm going to have to break out on my own.' she said to herself, 'I need to rest for now and bade my time until the right opportunity arises.' With a small sigh she brought her self back to her ussual state quieting her breathing and stopping her blood tears.
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