Monuv
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Post by Monuv on Dec 22, 2005 1:27:37 GMT -5
The glorious evening breeze rustled Monuv's thick cloak, damp from the salty spray that splashed up under the docks of Menethil. He had just finsihed his evening dancing sermon for those that unloaded the cargo from this ships when he was told that his boat had arrived.
He waved and greeted everyone with a great smile as they mulled onto the main deck, most passangers going about their business without looking up from their feet. Monuv made sure each guest was comfortable as if he were creating a sense of hospitality in his own home. It wasn't long before the ship broke away from the dock and Monuv waved and yelled out toward the dockworkers wishing them farewell.
It was quite chilly in the open sea, especially as they rounded the great whirlpool which was always a sight to behold. His communicator, which he normally kept on low, was clicking and crackling tonight for he was traveling toward Therarmore with a purpose. Tonight, there would be a grand spider hunt! Slaying these foul creatures had kept an extra spring in his step as he worked The Light in the weeks leading up to the event. He held a vehement dislike for spiders of all shapes and sizes, but those of disproportionate largeness held a special place in his eye of wrath.
He pulled the communicator out of his pack and turned it up so he could hear over the crashing waves.
"Yeth my fine lady, it ith wonderful to hear your voithe onthe again!"
It was the gnome with the tongue problem! If only the stubborn sod would allow him a simple incision, the problem would be solved!
"Why hello my friend Tatoo!"
"Oh no! Not you!!"
"Why, yes, of course it's me!"
"Thtay away from me you thupothed prietht! I will have none of your thurgery or other nefariouth deedth!"
"Hmm..."
Monuv thought about what Tatoo had said, only understanding about half of it, but the tone in the gnome's voice left much to be desired.
"But... I'm afraid you're mistaken, this is Monuv! I have kept you unscathed through many an expedition! I am your friend!"
"You are no friend of mine you thallywag! Perhapth you have helped on an athathinathion or two, but you are worthleth otherwithe! Thtay away from me I thay!"
His condition was far reaching. To top off his defective tongue, his anger issues and rage were seemingly consuming the inner Gnome! It was time to take action. Yes, even slaying disproportionately large spiders would have to wait, it was time for an intervention.
The boat couldn't move fast enough as it manuevered toward the docks in Theramore. Monuv literally leapt from the ship before it was near to swim the rest of the way. He ran toward his guild mates at the entrance of the city where they were gathering on the raid of disproportionately large spiders. There was his friend, Tatoo! Upon seeing the priest flying off of his horse and running toward him, his face turned immediately to anger. All-consuming, indeed.
"Tatoo! My friend, you have become consumed by rage and hatred! It has blinded you-"
"Jutht be quiet for onthe you petht!"
"Very well... you leave me with little choice. Prepare for your intervention, my friend. You'll thank me when it's over."
At this, Monuv started dancing. He delved deep within his soul to find the inspiration for the moves he was busting. He popped his arms around so quickly and with such precision, he surprised even himself. Yes, this was the greatest dance he had ever performed. He was traveling toward the heavens on some sort of euphoric haze, but it wasn't until Tatoo pushed him away that he came crashing down... in more ways than one.
"Begone you fool!" Tatoo turned his back toward the priest as the rest of the Defenders looked on. Some were chuckling at the priest, others were whispering almost encouraging a fight to break out. These things meant nothing to Monuv as he stopped in mid-spin. He looked upon Tatoo, still seething in rage after the gnome had unknowingly witnessed the greatest dance moves since Wallendorf the Magnificent Dwarf in the Summer's Eve festival of 942.
Monuv's eyes glazed over with tears, but he would let none fall. He quickly pushed his way through the throng of guildmates and walked away without any of them noticing. He heard Tatoo as he left...
"Finally! Thome peathe and quiet!"
The priest walked slowly away from his friends and clasped his hands over his mouth to attempt to keep from crying, but he was slowly failing. Passers by would glance at him for a moment as he would sputter and gasp for breath. Stumbling back toward the docks, he slipped down some dirt to nearly fall into the water. Here, alone, he began to weep.
This was the first time in his life that dancing had failed to inspire the greatness in someone and this was the first time tears had fallen from his eyes since he was seven years of age, but it would be the last.
((To be continued of course, leave it to me...))
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How does it feel to freeze to death?
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Post by Anna on Dec 22, 2005 15:40:42 GMT -5
((Aww!! Poor Monuv! ![:(](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/sad.png) More I say!))
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Post by Fechak on Dec 22, 2005 21:25:57 GMT -5
Fechak stared at himself in the still waters of Mirror Lake in Elwynn rubbing away the last bits of soap that he used while shaving his head. What was left of his thick, black hair was chopped short in a topknot as is customary for Dwarves in mourning. Weekly he would visit the last place he had seen his wife, this week it was the forty-fifth year.
Forty-five years, by the gods when you say it like that...
Although his head was now cleanly shorn, he continued to look into the dark waters. A warmth began to build behind his eyes, so he quickly splashed the icy water into his face to rid himself of any grief that may still bubble up to the surface.
There was snow on the air, he could feel it. The crisp tension that he clouds held above was ominous, but he welcomed the cold, reveled in it. Normally he would hate it, much prefering to spend his winters in Ironforge near the furnaces and molten metal. For now, though, he needed his soul to be sharp for the task that was laid out before him.
This day held more than one anniversary, one even more heart aching than his wife's disappearance. Thinking on the anticipation of it was always worse than the actual meeting he was now traveling toward. It was on this day nineteen years ago that Fechak had made a grave mistake, yet an honest one. A mistake that altered the course of his and two other's lives, not to mention those that died that day.
He absently chewed on some Salted Quail as he walked away from the lake looking for Keg. The great ram was digging roots up with his massive horns nearby, not a good time to interrupt him. The stubborn ram would take to knocking Fechak down several times close enough to injury to keep the old Dwarf on his toes. Keg looked toward Fechak as he chewed up the roots he had hard-won with an askance look as if to dare him closer. He couldn't help but smile at his ram, quite a pair they made.
There was no hurry, Fechak thought trying to make any excuse. Let him graze for a little longer... Icilis could wait.
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Post by Icilis on Dec 25, 2005 9:54:56 GMT -5
The younge warlock attempted to concentrate on the task at hand. His rise to power had been faster than normal, until he reached a plateau late in the winter of last year. He then secluded himself from his order and from any that knew him. In fact, the few that would care about the man's well-being thought him dead at one point in time.
It was just two months ago when Fechak had found him in the blistering sands of Tanaris. Icilis had been studying the Silithid, their behavior much like that of a controlled demon... but that is neither here nor there.
At this very moment he had begun the next level in his constant training as a Warlock, Icilis was attempting to summon a mighty Infernal. All of the demons he had mastered ripping them literally from the nether to do his bidding, he had done this without effort. Even the great Felhunter came to him and aquiesced under Icilis' enormous power. This, he knew, was far different. The Infernal was one of the two greater demons that was powerful enough to break through the bonds of control and wreak havoc on this plane of existence. The prospect of making a mistake while summoning weighed heavy on his mind, the great demon would rend him assunder for the grand betrayal.
All of those thoughts he was attempting to banish from his mind as he stood upon a peak on the outskirts of the Burning Steppes. Here nothing but the foul wind would interrupt him, not one living thing moved for miles... the location was fitting for one other reason, this was the beginning of his journey whilst the end of another.
Icilis' eyes were closed as he raised his hands to the heavens calling forth the beast from the nether above. The spell took grueling minutes to complete, Icilis finished it perfectly, but that was elementary compared to the next step. A great comet made totally of darkness came from the sky above at a pace Icilis wasn't prepared for. It hit the ground, not with a grand explosion, but with a hiss of thunder. The ground did not become a massive crater, but instead a portal into the Nether- there! The beast was pulling itself up. As it's ghostly maw was exposed, so was the blood curdling roar.
Checking his fear, Icilis began casting another spell of deomonic mastery. If his death was upon him, then so be it.
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Monuv
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Post by Monuv on Dec 26, 2005 16:23:42 GMT -5
Monuv stared at the small waves crashing up against the dock in Theramore for what seemed like hours. When he looked up, his tear-strewn cheeks were long dry and the sun had begun it's final descent for the day. There were several ships making their final preperations before launch. Calmly standing from where he had fallen, he climbed up the embankment and walked slowly down the dock.
Dozens of adventurers and sailors were bustling around him, some running before their sails set without them. The nearest ship loomed before Monuv as he looked up at the mainsail being undone for the journey. The first mate was waiving people up the gangplank in an orderly fashion. Monuv made his way up the plank without making eye contact with anyone. He stood near the port side holding on to one of the many ropes that went up to the masts above.
The ship pushed away from the dock catching the beginnings of the evening breeze. The rip pulled them out of the harbor as the sails flapped into shape, the sailors would tell him to step aside and he would without reply. Fellow adventurers would strike up conversation or offer ale, but he simply continued staring off at the horizon.
It wasn't until that night that he finally asked someone what their destination was.
"Menethil, of course..." The sailor said with a sly grin, nudging his mate at the question. The pair walked away laughing at Monuv, but he paid them no heed.
Menethil... from there, home. Home at last.
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Post by Fechak on Dec 28, 2005 21:07:28 GMT -5
Any time he had a moment to himself in the lonesome outdoors, Fechak was never at ease. The memories of his past came back to haunt him constantly. The evils he had commited as a young dwarf would always go unpunished, he was far too much a coward to ever admit to them. It was the event in particular that would catch up to him the most. This was where the most innocence was shattered into oblivion, that of children.
Keg was rubbing his great horns up against a nearby tree gorging off the bark without effort.
"Oy! Stop that afore some druid sees ya... ya right bastard." Fechak threw a rock at the ram, but it bounced off his thick fur and he continued unabated. "Blasted thing..." He absently pulled his flask of port, a winter favorite of his, and took a swig to get the warmth back into his fingers.
With his promise ringing out in his mind, he made his way over to Keg, sneaking up on the ram silently. Before the great beast had a moment to attempt to skewer Fechak, he had leapt up into the saddle. It was almost as if the ram sighed at him as he looked back over his shoulder at the dwarf. Fechak had to yank a little harder than normal to get him to turn away from the tree.
"Stop yer complainin', I kin feel yer look from here... like a damn woman I tell ya." With a kick of his heels, Keg burst into a run with a speed that to this day surprised Fechak. Thankfully the massive saddle kept him steady even as the ram leapt up the mountainside. He was mere moments before he was looking upon the monestary in Elwynn. The memories came crashing down as clear as the waterfall nearby.
He held the young human boy in his arms as he climbed through this pass after... well, what had happened. His brother refused to be helped, a much more insistent child reminding Fechak much of himself. Icilis could never forgive him for what had happened, but Fechak hoped he was too young for it to sink in as much as it had.
He literally had to shake his head to get out of his past. As he did, he noticed that snow was beginning to fall. Thankfully, Keg would help him on the journey this time. He wouldn't wish climbing up this pass on anyone, let alone anyone in the snow.
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Icilis
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Post by Icilis on Dec 30, 2005 1:53:52 GMT -5
There ensued a moment of silence as the horrific scream of the Infernal quenched itself on the fresh snow. Icilis stood before the great demon as it steadied itself on the trecherous terrain. He threw his arms out as part of the spell calling forth the nether to do his bidding, his mind was suddenly assaulted by the terrible voice of his new charge.
"Your folly will prove fatal, mortal." Icilis closed his eyes to fully concentrate, holding back all emotion as the demon let loose another roar that sent his nerves on end. "Your life shall prove complete upon witnessing the great power of my true master!"
The demon began to run toward Icilis, and for a moment, his face cracked under pressure. As he inhaled a great breath, a moment of regret hinted itself to the surface of his mind. The regret only one so wholely dedicated to a singular goal could truely comprehend. It is a pang that Icilis would never admit happened somewhat regularly in his extremely dangerous life. Any time his past flew before his eyes in the face of some terrible danger. Upon exhaling, he opened his eyes and spoke the spidery words of an extremely powerful spell.
"Tiel'uxk buial Torxuxun/Moiserrou con'til'ta!" The inflection echoed perfectly, dancing about on the swirling wind. The great demon literally shook with rage as it's own autonomy was sent back into the nether from whence it came. The Infernal stood now before him awaiting his bidding. A bidding that Icilis had worked toward for his entire life. A single command that he had willed into possibility. Two words: Kill him.
Holding still for a moment, Icilis grew quickly accustomed to his newfound power.
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Monuv
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Post by Monuv on Dec 31, 2005 13:32:10 GMT -5
The mighty gryphon pulled it's wings in tight as it rode the thermals coming from the Searing Gorge. It was always shocking to the system to be traveling down so much in altitude and up so much in temperature. Monuv looked down upon the horrid wasteland wondering what evils awaited below without noticing the heat.
What seemed like a lifetime ago, he traveled for the first time over this place and was awstruck at the blatant disregard for all that was right. Now his look was numb. He looked up from the lava and rock off to the South far into the distance. At this height, he could see the mountains surrounding Elwynn. The greenery stood out even at this distance when compared to the bleak landscape below.
It had been too long since he had visited Northshire and the abbey he had grown up in. He hadn't seen Anetta or Brother Neals in years. A smile played upon his lips, the first in days which was an incredibly rare thing for Monuv. Yes, this trip was going to be worth it. It would give him a little groundwork to figure out all the things that were swirling about in his head.
Anetta always had a way with words that soothed Monuv. He considered her his mother for all intents and purposes, the church had been his father. A family that was content until recently.
The gryphon was just making its way over Northshire now as he brought himself back to the present. Monuv was feeling increasingly like himself the closer they came to his destination. It was a glorious day indeed!
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Post by Fechak on Jan 1, 2006 13:59:45 GMT -5
Both Dwarf and Ram had snow-speckled fur going up the trecherous pass into the Burning Steppes. Of course, there was a road that had been built long before the Steppes had fallen on disrepair, but that road did not lead where Fechak was traveling.
They had long since traveled into the cloud layer. Snow mixed with gray was all Fechak could see as Keg made his way instinctively up the mountainside. Occassionally, the ram would leap without warning a great distance upward and land almost perfectly - with enough of a slip that would cause Fechak's stomach to get caught in his throat. His trust never waivered in his ram, well almost never.
Keg stopped for a moment breaking Fechak out of his bitter reverie. It seemed as if the ram was preparing for a leap, something he had never done before. Fechak could see literally nothing, he could barely see Keg's head let alone the ground.
"Now, now mate... if'n yer about ta take a great leap mebbe ya should-uck!" Fechak's tongue hit the top of his mouth as the ram pushed away from the edge of what Fechak didn't know was a ravine with an extremely large drop. Keg landed with a near crash on the other side, but apparently the ram knew what he was doing since his footing was recaptured nearly instantly.
Fechak's eyes were wide with fear, something he wasn't quite used to. This was a new version of not knowing what horrible death awaited him - something he never enjoyed - for he felt the drop below in the echo and deep voice of the wind coming from what were probably jagged, deadly rocks far underneath them.
He didn't remember that part of the climb down this mountain fourteen years ago. Keg was clearly taking something out on him. Just as he was about to scold his ram, the clouds cleared slightly revealing where they were. Fechak gained his bearings quickly, they were nearly there! This climb had taken nearly twenty hours in good conditions when he traveled here three or four years back on another spiritual journey. His scolding turned quickly to a pat on the neck.
"Atta boy."
They made their way in and out of the clouds through another ravine, this time at the bottom looking up at the great heights still above them. They were through the first layer of clouds now, but here the snow was falling in thick droves not letting him see any better than below.
Fechak hated snow for more than it's cold nature: it stiffled all sound. Thinking this more a curse than a blessing as he saw something close out of the corner of his eye. Turning toward it while rolling off of Keg, he saw nothing. He stood without moving underneath Keg as the ram stomped on the ground having been in many a battle alongside his master. Fechak moved slowly around the rear of Keg's deadly hooves to attempt to get a better look into the swirling white world.
Fechak could see nothing and hear nothing now, but he didn't let down his guard. In the middle of the ravine, he realized how perfect a spot this would be for an ambush - too late as usual. Just then Fechak saw one of the strangest things - six green unholy flames in a star-like shape barreling at him.
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Post by Icilis on Jan 4, 2006 0:27:11 GMT -5
Icilis laughed. To say that this was unheard of is a mild understatement. He looked now at the Infernal as it groveled before him, pitiful in it's glory. Gone was the pure raged fire from below, replaced only by a desaturated flame trembling at his very whim.
"I will accept your apology later, slave."
Icilis knew in the back of his mind that his time in control of this monster was limited. Even now, he could feel it pull back toward him - something he had never felt with any of the lesser demons he had mastered long ago. A surge of hatred boiled up to the surface toward the back of Icilis' mind - it was trying to break free. Closing his eyes, the young man pushed the demon's soul back, re-establishing himself as the master.
"Fool, you will do well to abide my will! Your summoning was not for some paltry deed, but one more more befitting one of your stature."
It was snowing hard now, the wind biting at any bare skin that showed itself to what light was left in this dreary day. He hadn't noticed until this moment, a strange thing. He looked about at his surroundings for the first time in the hours since he had begun preparing the ceremony.
The demon shuddered as it attempted to break the bonds once more, but Icilis held them tight. After this brief bout of control, the Infernal looked down the cliffside as if something had caught his attention. Icilis looked downward, allowing the brief vertigo to pass as he looked into the swirling white abyss. After a moment, he saw it too - the great ram riding up through the ravine directrly below.
Looking back toward the demon, Icilis pointed at the figures, merely a speck in the blizzard. He issued the demon's first command with great satisfaction.
"Kill him."
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Monuv
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Post by Monuv on Jan 4, 2006 22:29:58 GMT -5
Monuv enjoyed Stormwind immensely, the people here seemed so much more giving and friendly than in the rest of the world. He had traveled nearly from one end to the other, so he could know this with certainty. Followers of the Light were especially welcome by the citizens of this great city, even by the ruffians in Old Town.
His smile was true as he walked down the main street in the Trade District, passers by would smile in return and children would wave at him. Even other adventurers would nod or bow to him slightly as they passed on whatever important errands they might find themselves on. He hadn't been back here for any length of time for years, it would be nice to allow the world to move on without him for a short time as he rested in contemplation in Northshire. Stopping by the stables, he called for his horse and rode out of the main gate into Elwynn.
Normally, Monuv would simply fly above Elwynn on the backs of gryphon traveling from hither to tither. Riding amongst the trees of the forest he had grown up in was exhilerating. He broke off of the busy road in a gallop to make his way up to the wall before Northshire. He passed several small fire pits where small time Defias thugs would camp at night without a thought. Normally he would stop to investigate, but for now he would truely let go of the world's troubles.
As he burst out of some trees back onto the road, and pulled his stallion back into a trot as he noticed several guards taking notice to the noise. He smiled and waved at them as he came close. They were about to stop him until they realized his station, one simply bowed to him and waved him through the small gate into the most peaceful nook in all of Elwynn.
He rounded the corner and saw the Abbey in all it's splendor. It was abustle with activity, much moreso than when he was a child. This war had taken it's toll on the children, but here they were trained to make a difference. He stopped the stallion short of the entrance as he looked upon all the people, new and old as a tidal wave of memories flooded back upon him.
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Post by Windfoot on Jan 5, 2006 13:44:32 GMT -5
((Great story. A pleasure to read))
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Post by Fechak on Jan 5, 2006 22:44:26 GMT -5
It wasn't the speed of the attack, nor the voracity that leveraged Fechak into retreat, but instead the beast itself. He had come across them in Desolace, long ago. He opted at the time to allow them a wide berth not quite knowing exactly how to hurt a demon made entirely of rock and flame.
Keg leapt up into the ravine, frightened out of his mind. We'll talk about this later, Fechak found himself thinking as he turned his eyes back to this barreling mound of badness. From the depths of it's soul, if there was such a thing in that unholy flame, a roar bellowed out scraping across glass and up Fechak's spine. Jumping with a roll out of the way at the last moment, he pulled out both of his weapons instinctively. The Infernal reacted incredibly fast for a beast of it's size, digging itself into the snow to turn almost instantly.
"Ah good, yer like some sort a demon... ogre... cat... or, well- AHH!" It jumped toward him as he was circling around attempting to find some sort of vulnerable spot. Fechak jumped away from the Infernal, but it landed and began to pull itself toward him with it's immense strength. Fechak began to wonder where this thing came from as he deftly ducked underneath a killing stroke only to have his train of thought, not to mention air supply, interrupted by a followup swing that something of it's size simply shouldn't be allowed to do as quickly as it did. In fact, Fechak wouldn't have believe it if he didn't see it.
There was a moment of peace as he flew through the air with the snow and wind blasting his eyes and ears. Landing in soft packed snow, he took a moment to get out of his daze as the rush of wind and cold rang still in his ears. Through his ringing head, another scream bellowed from nearby. He reached into his pack and drew forth a handful of flash powder.
With a puff of smoke, he was gone, hidden amongst the rocks of the crag mere steps away. Twisting himself around, this spot was safe perhaps, but it's view left something to be desired. All he could see through the tiny crack was the swirling snow, rapidly disappearing as the sun fell behind the mountains. Taking stock of the situation, he came to the conclusion that he was losing this fight. His weapons were now about ten or so paces away, all he had were some throwing axes he found in Blackrock and some arrows. That ought to finish it off.
First rule of fighting a demon: don't, fight it's master. Who would be...
"Bastard!!!" Fechak yelled out as the sudden realization came to him. Just as soon as he cursed Icilis, he cursed himself. The Infernal was now looking directly at him.
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Post by Icilis on Jan 11, 2006 23:37:26 GMT -5
Nineteen years ago...
Looking upon his mother and his newborn brother, Icilis couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched her dote upon him. Her jet-black hair, long below her hips, fell onto her shoulders and over his brother attempting to stop his constant wailing. She would shush him and rock back and forth making faces Icilis had never seen from his normally stoic parent.
They were in Redridge for the night, his father was downstairs negotiating the prices of the room most likely. His mother had told him many things to come to expect during her pregnancy, but Icilis couldn't quite grasp the reality of the situation until now. His mother finally looked upon him without a smile that moments before graced her lips.
"Icilis, fetch my satchel quickly now." The boy did as he was told, his father running a very disciplined family. Handing the satchel to his mother, she began to dig through it for something. He took this moment to look upon the babe. It had stopped crying finally and looked back at him with a strange fascination. Finally finding what she was looking for, his mother pushed Icilis back to make room for changing the baby's soiled pants.
"I remember doing this with you so long ago." She smiled at him for the first time since he paid attention to such things, he couldn't help but to smile in return. "I remember your first step, it was here in Redridge actually, we were out on the docks-"
Just then, his father entered the room. He was a commanding presence anywhere, but especially so as Icilis was kneeling on the ground looking up at him.
"Ves, we haven't much time before the moon crests."
His mother simply nodded at him and began to pack their things up in a secure locker at the foot of the bed. They walked out of their room and down the stairs into the loud common hall. Walking through the commotion, Monuv began crying again as they left the warmth of the inn. A fresh snow left the ground in a blue glow reflecing the light of the moon right back into the sky. With a few words of a spell Icilis would cast years later, his father summoned his Felsteed. Normally people would give his family a wide berth, but at this time of night, no one was about.
This once, Icilis wished the flames from the felsteed's hooves and mouth gave off warmth, but instead they sucked it all away. The four of them soon gathered on the demonic horse and they were off. His father couldn't move them quickly, but it was much easier to travel through the snow on horseback. His mother held on to him as he sat in his father's lap, her and the baby behind them sitting on the rump of the beast.
Icilis was comfortable in this world surrounding his parents, he had been raised in it. However, he had no friends because of this. The 'normal' boys and girls seemed to be scared to their wits end at the sight of one of his parent's demons, let alone the sight of his father on the felsteed. His mother said that in a few years he and his brother would be friends and he would have a playmate. We would see, Icilis thought. He didn't like the brat much so far and it had only been in the family for four days.
In spite of the cold, Icilis fell asleep on the ride into the mountains. Hours had passed before he was awakened by his father.
"Be ready boy, I will let you down." He was still shaking off the sleep when his father lifted him up and set him down on the ground. "I need your help Icilis." This was the first time he had asked Icilis for anything other than moving out of his way.
"Yes father?" The excitement in his voice came through without his control.
"There is a glyph, a ward, on the ground near here. You must push the snow aside to find it."
"How will I know-?"
"You will know."
Icilis darted about this small clearing kicking the snow aside at first, but it was too thick here so he got down on his hands and knees to dig it aside. He didn't hear his mother complain about his fingers falling off from the cold since he was throwing the snow about so furiously. He didn't see his parents preparing the precise movements for the spell they were soon to cast. He didn't see the Dwarf mere paces away, hiding in the shadows.
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Post by Val on Jan 12, 2006 22:23:55 GMT -5
(( If you don't knock it off and tell the story I'll cut you! MORE NOW, PLEASE! ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png) ))
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