Thread: Of Elves and Magic

LeDiableBlanc said Fima Baequineldth was moving quickly on her way to the village elders, a young elf had come to her doorstep to find her very early in the morning, he said her presence was necessary in front of the Village Elders. He wasn't able to tell her any more about it, probably because he didn't know himself. She'd never been summoned like this by the elders, even though she was in close contact with most of them. She liked to borrow their reading materials, and asked them to seek out new readings and to get her in contact with other magicians. She had taken a while to get ready in the morning, for a smart elf she was very disorganized, but wanted to bring a variety of things in case there was a problem. It was a good hour before she got fully dressed and prepared to leave her house, headed to the large tree in the middle of the village. Partially hollowed and kept in good health by old enchantments the beautiful Ennadris, seat of the village Nyruth stood majestically in front of her as she moved as quick as she could. Fima easily the most gifted magic user in the village was also one of the youngest elves in the village. Very young for an elf, some refuse to acknowledge her as an adult even though she has accomplished much for her age. Click to expand... chaos said Mikeal was a half-elf, his father a human, his mother an elf, his parents were not allowed to stay together and he was forced to live with his father in a human village, far from the woman who gave birth to him. He grew up being made fun of by the human children for being a part elf, however he did not let their taunts sadden him, instead he fought back. He got tough, and learned how to fight. They learned pretty quick not to get violent with him, and never threw a rock for fear it would come back to crack their skull like an over ripened watermelon. They kept their distance with wordy taunts, most of which never caught his ear after a while. When he grew older then, drunks would pick fights with him in bars, and he gained more skill in fighting, learning to defend himself from all sides. He got banned from a lot of bars, and learned to simply buy his own alcohol. He moved out of his father's house at a young age, and quickly found himself a mysterious stranger to teach him how to use the gifts his elven blood gave him. Summoning fire at weal, and mending flesh and broken bones. He was no master but he learned enough to survive in the wilderness. Eventually he found himself in his mother's village. She no longer lived there, gone to an ancient city for a duty no one would tell him, but he had a cousin there, who welcomed him with open arms. Most people in the village though, couldn't accept him for being part human, but no one got violent. The worst he ever got in the elven village was a dirty look. However the time spent in the human village made him untrusting of anyone but dwarves, the ones ones not to look down upon him for being a cross breed. No, they just looked down on him for not being a dwarf, good enough, he thought. Mikeal was a solid five foot eight, with blonde streaks in dark brown hair he had unique hair, his eyes a brilliant crystal blue like his mothers, far prettier then human eyes. He dressed in simple clothes, brown pants and dark leather boots. He wore a dark brown long sleeve shirt, buttoned only midway from the top. His sword had a black leather strap to keep it to his back, and he kept a dagger in his right boot, a small knife in his left boot. He carried a small leather backpack, full of basic survival things, but packed light so as not to hinder him. His skin was tanned lightly, most on his face from being in the sun, but not too darkly as he spent much time in the shaded trees as well. Still though his skin had more color then some, he rarely spent any time indoors. Today he was coming to see his cousin, he wanted to surprise him with a new leather vest. How could he not be happy to see someone who for once, welcomed him with open arms when so many others had scorned him simply for being different. Click to expand... LeDiableBlanc said Fima made her hurriedly to the elders. Her mind trying to think of anyone of a thousand things that could be going wrong that the elders may have called her. Being quite a bit of a worrier herself she quickened her pace, which wasn't quite the greatest move considering her permanently ink-stained robes tended to be made slightly long at her request. She wasn't a fan of the cold drafts of the winter that was well on its way. The majority of leaves had fallen from the tree and all that awaited was the first snow to be known as winter. The weather was cold and getting colder everyday, so far there had been a few flurries here and there, but the first official snow had not stuck to the ground. She was holding her robes up as she ran the weight made it worse than the human women with their long wool skirts. Her long raven black hair remained slightly unkempt and growing worse by the moment as the chilly winds battered her. Fima's focus led her to forget her surroundings as a figure dashed into her peripherals and with more force than was necessary for the situation shoved her violently, causing the slightly uncoordinated elf to tumble to the ground. It was fast and rough, but Fima's natural reflexes somehow still made it look a little graceful. Her mid-back length hair was splayed over the ground as she peeked up through the long straight locks with one eye at her attacker. Her jade eye spied a man in very dark clothes with the majority of his face covered by a cloth of some sort. Hand over the scroll the man shouted as he slowly drew a short sword from a concealed sheathe. She jumped up to her knees scuttling backwards as he closed in on her her hands going up to cover the porcelain skin of her face. Her attacked nearly a foot taller than her at around six foot tall intended to bring his weapon down on her with the full might of his size and the natural impact of a higher fall. Click to expand...