Thread: Stranger things.....(Razgriz x Lady Bloody Ava)

Behind the sky high stone wall that seemed to loom over the border of the land sat a kingdom. Bramble covered the wall all around. Only two entrances allowed passage to the heart of the elven dominion of Otmar. Within the outskirts of the heart of this thriving colony sat those who thrive more off of the land than their noble counterparts. Ore mines, herbal harvests and raising the herds were their life and their means to coin. A normal reason for those upon the outskirts of the city to venture deeper into the heart of their home was to sell their goods. Merchants from afar had to be approved from the High Elder himself before they could sell their goods to his people. At the heart of this home there sat an exemplary piece of art work. These people held an extreme finesse for the fine arts. A domicile comprised of limestone, the blood, and the sweat of their ancestors. In addition, they have a weakness for gems and although they are not as fond of gold as the Dwarves and the humans, they still can appreciate the shining yellow color of this precious metal. In the architecture of this shining empire, we also see this finesse for fine detail. From towering columns to the thick intricately carved wooden doors that lined the halls. A style to harmonize with nature. A culture led on the belief that we are nothing without the ground that we walk on, or the air that we breath and to place yourself above it is blasphemous and doltish. Of course not everyone may share the same view. A tall lithe male stood upon the veranda dawning a sweeping cloak of forest green. A pale look to the color of his skin and ears swept back and pointed. A long mane of fine silver and golden tendrils half tied back with shocking green orbs gazing over the nursery below. A staff that seemed to be only comprised of the long and jagged branch of a tree, occupied one hand. Ancient wording etched from the top to the bottom. Even their garden knew when times drew on the bleak. Buds hid from the precious sunlight the flooded from above. This being one of the only few places with his home where peace could be found. The sound or running footstep had reached his ears before they drew any closer. A small youth ran up being the finely aged male elf. A reluctant sigh escape the High Elf's lips as he turned his attention from the nursery, to the lad kneeled over in half and panting for air before him. Y-your G-grace... please... Catch your breath Hugo so that I may understand what it is you speak. Vigorously Hugo nodded his head and took a few long deep breaths before sitting up straight and his small hazel eyes met those of their High Elf. I have word to bring you from Fa- um Dergin. He quickly corrected himself. That being? Clearly High Elf's patience was waning with this messenger. The remaining students in the academy show great promise with their summoning skills and the dwarves have placed an offer for a few runes in exchange for some ores that we have more trouble acquiring.... The High Elf tapped his staff one on the floor to intervene. Any word on the humans? The word dripped with a bit of disdain, but all else seemed to be doing well by his counts. Y-Yes... the humans well... they seek to bargain for a cease in the skirmishes... One could see the High elf's mind working behind such mystic eyes, weighing his answer before speaking. We are wearing thin and we have far more important things to tend to than quarrel with them. Have them send an offer, but we will not cease until a bargain is met, otherwise, we will have no choice. The academy was thin with students. It seemed that the gift had not been as generous this round. His alchemist were working on a cure for sickness that seemed to be taking out few of the villagers on the south side. Thusly, they had to rely on what rations that were there, as measures needed to be taken to keep it contained. The last thing he wanted was a bloody massacre with those arrogant beings. Why could they not leave well enough alone? An inquiry about his daughter sat on the tip of his tongue, but the lad would not know anything about her. That is all Hugo.... and next time, have your father see me. News takes precedence over the white art teachings. Even his closest hand was juggling multiple tasks. It was already well past sun up and he still had yet to see his daughter. The poor girl probably buried up to her ears in studies. When would the time come to pass when he could spend ample time as a father and a husband, as well as the King to his society?