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IC - General / Ashwin's Missing
« on: October 09, 2008, 04:06:47 am »
Ashar?s head turned sharply as she heard footsteps. She watched, her heart racing as a silhouette appeared. But it was too tall. She frowned as the fear and misery began to fill the void that was her momentary hope. The figure walked by her, a polite nod in her direction as it continued on through the temple.
?Dark hooded robed men. They were everywhere. They tried to grab me.?
Her younger brother?s words haunted her. It had been weeks since he had taken refuge in Elbar?s temple and last they spoke they agreed that it was best he remain in their Lord?s presence. If anything was required, she would fetch it for him. But a few days later she had awoke one day to find him gone. Grakaroas, Master of Elbar?s temple, had said that he had simply walked off and didn?t look to be in danger. He spoke with a tall armored being before walking away with the man.
She now frowned, waiting impatiently upon the bench before the temple altar, feeling as if she were helpless to do anything but wait.
?A storm lies to the North. It heads East.? Ialranoas, the healer said calmly upon seeing her disappointed look.
Ashar looked up at the being who now smiled back. Her fingers ran across the tome?s cover that she held under one arm. Nodding slowly and understanding his meaning, she slid off the bench and moved through the hovering dense fog of the temple, exiting to the streets of Naerlan.
************
High upon a hill in Valeda, the young drow woman stood, watching the dark clouds move towards her, the rain falling gently for now. She opened the tome before her, and finding its weight difficult to manage in one arm, she placed it on the grassy ground before her, one bare foot out, to hold the page still against the building wind. In a thick Drowish accent she read aloud, in Common, the passage at her feet,
?Lord Elbar, God of Storms and Chaos. Father of Weather, Rebirth and all that is unpredictable. I pray to you! It, who was once a mere cloud, wandering the skies and doomed to evaporate. It, who was, by unpredicted means, there on the day Goddess Irrail was obliterated by the Rod of Destruction. It, who was to witness a shard pass through the skies and charge It with power divine. It, who became He, God of the Storms!?
Ashar raised her eyes to the skies to see the storm had nearly arrived. The wind blew fiercely at her face, whipping strands of her white hair out of it?s neatly done bun. Her dress flared behind her as if it were a cape and her sleeves expanded, filled with the wind as she raised them to the skies.
?Lord Elbar, God of Storms and Chaos! Father of Weather, Rebirth and all that is to be unpredicted. I beseech you! He, who was once content to simply monitor the weather. He, who provided rage and calm. He, who realized as time passed that the mortals of Tharel were blind. He, who witnessed them remember Him in times of storm and wave, but who soon forgot in times of calm. He, who suffered loneliness. He, who was easily forgotten. He, Lord Elbar, God of Storms!?
The storm had arrived. The rain pelted the drow furiously, her long hair a wet and wild mess, danced about her body. The silver needles that held her bun, were now long gone. She clenched her fists, a few of the pages of the tome, not held down by her foot, tore away and flew up to the skies. But she continued, now by memory,
?Lord Elbar, God of Storm and Chaos! Father of Weather, Rebirth and all that is to come! I beg of you! He, who reminded the mortals of who he was. He, who gave them what they wanted. He, who unleashed the rains. He, who struck with lightening. He, who pelted with hail. He, Lord Elbar, God of Storm of Chaos!?
The force of the winds pressed against her, causing her to stumble back. A few more pages tore out of the tome before it was abruptly shut and tossed down the hill behind her. She crouched down, gripping her fingers into the wet soil, staring up blindly at the black clouds that formed above her. Leaves began to whip at her face and yet she continued to stare, blinking as the rain and suddenly hail was thrown down from the skies.
?WHERE IS MY BROTHER?!?!??
She screamed to the storm at the top of her lungs. Out of the corner of her eye she saw something flying towards her but it was too late for her to react. She was knocked out cold, the heavy branch bouncing off her head and continuing on its flight.
************
When she awoke, the calm of the forest had returned. The skies were bright, the birds sang, and only a few leafless and torn branches remained to indicate what had occurred. Her head ached, she tasted blood. She tried to make a sound, but only groaned, as her tongue was swollen and cut. She stared off sadly, believing she had received no answer but quickly she understood, glancing around at the forest. She sat up, a bit dizzy, and combed at her tangled hair, smiling to the skies and whispering to herself,
?He is gone. But he will be reborn.?
?Dark hooded robed men. They were everywhere. They tried to grab me.?
Her younger brother?s words haunted her. It had been weeks since he had taken refuge in Elbar?s temple and last they spoke they agreed that it was best he remain in their Lord?s presence. If anything was required, she would fetch it for him. But a few days later she had awoke one day to find him gone. Grakaroas, Master of Elbar?s temple, had said that he had simply walked off and didn?t look to be in danger. He spoke with a tall armored being before walking away with the man.
She now frowned, waiting impatiently upon the bench before the temple altar, feeling as if she were helpless to do anything but wait.
?A storm lies to the North. It heads East.? Ialranoas, the healer said calmly upon seeing her disappointed look.
Ashar looked up at the being who now smiled back. Her fingers ran across the tome?s cover that she held under one arm. Nodding slowly and understanding his meaning, she slid off the bench and moved through the hovering dense fog of the temple, exiting to the streets of Naerlan.
************
High upon a hill in Valeda, the young drow woman stood, watching the dark clouds move towards her, the rain falling gently for now. She opened the tome before her, and finding its weight difficult to manage in one arm, she placed it on the grassy ground before her, one bare foot out, to hold the page still against the building wind. In a thick Drowish accent she read aloud, in Common, the passage at her feet,
?Lord Elbar, God of Storms and Chaos. Father of Weather, Rebirth and all that is unpredictable. I pray to you! It, who was once a mere cloud, wandering the skies and doomed to evaporate. It, who was, by unpredicted means, there on the day Goddess Irrail was obliterated by the Rod of Destruction. It, who was to witness a shard pass through the skies and charge It with power divine. It, who became He, God of the Storms!?
Ashar raised her eyes to the skies to see the storm had nearly arrived. The wind blew fiercely at her face, whipping strands of her white hair out of it?s neatly done bun. Her dress flared behind her as if it were a cape and her sleeves expanded, filled with the wind as she raised them to the skies.
?Lord Elbar, God of Storms and Chaos! Father of Weather, Rebirth and all that is to be unpredicted. I beseech you! He, who was once content to simply monitor the weather. He, who provided rage and calm. He, who realized as time passed that the mortals of Tharel were blind. He, who witnessed them remember Him in times of storm and wave, but who soon forgot in times of calm. He, who suffered loneliness. He, who was easily forgotten. He, Lord Elbar, God of Storms!?
The storm had arrived. The rain pelted the drow furiously, her long hair a wet and wild mess, danced about her body. The silver needles that held her bun, were now long gone. She clenched her fists, a few of the pages of the tome, not held down by her foot, tore away and flew up to the skies. But she continued, now by memory,
?Lord Elbar, God of Storm and Chaos! Father of Weather, Rebirth and all that is to come! I beg of you! He, who reminded the mortals of who he was. He, who gave them what they wanted. He, who unleashed the rains. He, who struck with lightening. He, who pelted with hail. He, Lord Elbar, God of Storm of Chaos!?
The force of the winds pressed against her, causing her to stumble back. A few more pages tore out of the tome before it was abruptly shut and tossed down the hill behind her. She crouched down, gripping her fingers into the wet soil, staring up blindly at the black clouds that formed above her. Leaves began to whip at her face and yet she continued to stare, blinking as the rain and suddenly hail was thrown down from the skies.
?WHERE IS MY BROTHER?!?!??
She screamed to the storm at the top of her lungs. Out of the corner of her eye she saw something flying towards her but it was too late for her to react. She was knocked out cold, the heavy branch bouncing off her head and continuing on its flight.
************
When she awoke, the calm of the forest had returned. The skies were bright, the birds sang, and only a few leafless and torn branches remained to indicate what had occurred. Her head ached, she tasted blood. She tried to make a sound, but only groaned, as her tongue was swollen and cut. She stared off sadly, believing she had received no answer but quickly she understood, glancing around at the forest. She sat up, a bit dizzy, and combed at her tangled hair, smiling to the skies and whispering to herself,
?He is gone. But he will be reborn.?