Flivael's Glade. (Invite Only)

Maddyn · December 9, 2003, 11:52 PM

The glade itself was wide, approximately twelve meters by fifteen and completely free of both snow and trees - a brilliant patch of emerald green where the winter failed to touch the landscape. Ringed upon the edges were aged Willows, their form rising higher by a good metre in comparison to the majority of trees within the Forest of Light and all were capped with snow. Upon the ground, ringing the foot of the trees grew wildflowers, tiny little faded purple flowers with six petals.

Lithe as one would exect from an Elf, and standing around a meter and a half when upright was a figure just towards the edge of the Glade, the Elf's skin was a almost perfect milky white though where the light caught his form the soft tinge of a long faded blue quality showed. His features were warm, large almond shaped eyes seemed to bore into everything he laid witness to. Long strands of straight ice blue hair framed angelic features as he ever so casually began to dust his white tunic free from dust and bark and smooth his hands across the leggings of his tan brigga. No weapon did he bear, nor shoes though he contained a somewhat surreal quality as if he had no fear nor concern about any harm ever befalling himself.

Sharinya · December 11, 2003, 12:53 AM

The glade was perfect or so it seemed from a distance, Sharinya circled with Niolg and the griffin a couple of times before moving in closer. Once she was satisfied that it was relatively safe for them all she found a place to sit before talking to the dwarf and Morsefel.

”Well my guess is that we are in the Forest of Light although I’m not too sure as to which part. I have the key that will gain us entry into Kelrondar with luck we will meet Lord Celwyn again…” her voice trailed off as she caught a glimpse of the elf with blue hair.

Taking flight Sharinya looked him over for a moment before addressing him.

”Please forgive us if we intrude into your home sir; my friends and I are searching for something and thought that we might just find what we are looking for here.

Allow me to introduce myself…

Sharinya S’Alvia and these are my friends Morsefel Pah and Niolg McDuff and his griffin.” she said moving a little closer.

Rangar · December 11, 2003, 12:55 AM

Rangar froze, trying to comprehend the recent events, traveler's tales raced through his mind as he searched for something that might provide insight into his situation.

"By the god's" he whispered, "what sort of trickery is this? Could this be the fabled 'magic' that is told to be prominent in 'Magic Hollow'?"

'That would explain the change in location, for only magic could do this, right?' Rangar questioned himself, trying desperately to piece together today's recent events.

Then he noticed the Elf. His gaze locked with that of this stranger before him, searching for intentions and purpose. Rangar knew that the eye's were the gateway to the soul. His father had told him, and on more than one occasion. True enough, Rangar found that all to often a man's eyes let on his intent, and he hoped to discover that from the stranger.

His gaze was broken by the sounds of movement in the glade. As he was still on it's edge, he could attempt to retreat into the woods if things turned bad. Rangar brushed the thought away, surely the elf knew the woods better that he and running would prove futile. His vision still obscured by the wood to either side of him, he could not see the cause of the rustling in the glade. Then he heard voices, a greeting, directed to the elf he believed. Rangar waited for the events set in motion before him to unfold, hoping they would go well, and praying to Aslan for strength in case they didn't.

Maddyn · December 12, 2003, 04:42 AM

Sighing softly as the Griffin, it's Dwarven rider and the two Faeries descended from the skies almost at the same time as near Flivael an arcanic working brought Rangar and his Hostess of sorts; the Elf didn't look entirely pleased about the prospect of company. Standing up slowly, his steady gaze rested upon Sharinya and then Morsefal as the Fae Queen spoke, his eyes however lingering upon Niolg McDuff warily.

"Vedui' and Serale Arwen Sharinya S’Alvia and Heru Morsefal Pah. You however Griffin Rider arn't welcome within this part of the Forest of Light anymore than I am." the Elf said calmly, a subtle threat hanging in the air as he rang slender fingers through his blue hair. "But then this part of the forest of that of the Traitor-Kin, the Pale Elfin and they take to few but their own..." he continued, the mistrust failing as he turned back towards Sharinya and Morsefal before glancing towards his side to stare into the woods seemingly directly at Rangar and his guide to 'Magic Hollow'.

"You however of the Wulfin are in the same boat as sire Dwarf here."

Sharinya · December 12, 2003, 05:46 AM

Sharinya frowned and for life of her she knew there was someone missing…

Looking about her she caught sight of the furry creature Espe. To say she viewed it with suspicion was an understatement. It was large, furry, had teeth and liked to eat things that flew. (Well it probably would if it got a chance too.)

The elf’s voice captured her complete attention when he told Niolg that he was unwelcome. That was just not going to do and she was going to tell this elf so.

”Exc..c…” she began to interrupt but stopped when out of the corner her eye she caught sight of the Dorin at the same time as the elf did. Seems he wasn’t welcome either. Seemed to Sharinya that this was a rather unfriendly place.

”Hmmm! Excuse me…

Where exactly are we that my traveling companion and this Dorin are not welcome?” she asked in her most queenly of voices.

Rangar · December 13, 2003, 05:59 AM

Rangar's eyes darted about the glade, apparently the other new comers were not alingned with the elf before him.

'Perhaps they had all been taken by the strange magic that had transported Margaret and himself, or perhaps it was the elf who had done the transporting. He seemed to be the one with the answers and the rules.' Rangar tried to process all that had transpired. 'Why would he have brought some one that he wouldn't allow?'

Rangar replayed the elf's words in his mind, searching for answers to unspoken questions. 'Wait,' he thought to himself, 'we are not allowed any more than he is, so he must be unwelcome here too. But why bring us here, if it was he who did the summoning, perhaps to aid him? And where did all the brilliant lights and voices go?' Questions continued to flood the Dorin's mind.

Then he remembered Margaret, and turned to look for her and how she was taking this recent change of events. He had almost forgotten about her, and hoped she was all right.

Rangar knew that it was best to wait for the elf to explain more of what he knew and restrained his tounge, for the moment.

Sharinya · December 16, 2003, 05:12 AM

It seemed to Sharinya that the elf was thinking before answering; in that case it did seem prudent of her to speak to the other newcomers to what was the start of finding a lost world of Fae and raising an army to fight an unknown foe.

Fluttering a little closer to the Dorin she hovered about face height

”Serale Master Dorin, allow me to introduce myself…

Sharinya S’Alvia, Queen of the Fae…

Not that the title means too much at this moment in time.

You would be?” she spoke with a quizzical interest.

Rangar · December 16, 2003, 08:53 AM

Bowing slightly, Rangar answered the Faerie queen's question.

"I am Rangar of Acumin your highness, I was on my way to Arakmat with my friend Margaret when we were suddenly transported here. I hope we are not intruding."

Rangar paused a moment before raising his gaze to meet that of the queen before him. He did not know where or what Fae was, but a queen was a queen, and should be treated with the respect her title demands. He thought about the statement she had made prior to asking his identity and puzzled over it's meaning. Pushing it the the back of his mind, Rangar continued speaking with the brunette Faerie queen before him.

"If I may speak freely your highness, would you happen to know where we are?"

Afraid of displaying disrespect, the Dorin shied from locking eyes with the regal stranger, instead choosing to look just below her with short glances up to her face, as if reading a speech written on her feet while still trying to maintain eye contact. Rangar was unschooled in proper edicate but hoped his actions were in tolerance for the queen.

Maddyn · December 16, 2003, 09:40 PM

Smiling in a cold manner as Flivael stared between Sharinya, Morsefal, Rangar and Margaret with an intense gaze filling his blue tinged features as he casually brushed aside ice blue locks of hair away from cold eyes. "They are not welcome simply because they are not of the Moriquendi or Faeries...Dorin, Human, Dwarf and Quel'anthasan...from the perspective of those who hold dominion over these lands we are naught better than slaves for many, simply inferior for others...but there are always kind hearted amongst every race and perhaps Sire Dorin and Mistress Human here might be tolerated..."

Pausing with a slight shake of his head he continued. "Though I've yet to see an Elf truely tolerate one of the Dwarves..." he said, staring pointedly at Niolg McDuff. "You should shave you know, there's likely to be food rotting within that nest you call facial hair..." the Elf continued with a slight shrug of his shoulders, Margaret standing there calmly overserving all the events that took place, but more importantly watching Sharinya herself with a curiousity that seemed out of place for her features. "Serale..." she said finally, somewhat perturbed by all those around her but ever polite in the odd situation.

"The name however of the kingdom by which you tread is that of Ethgan'tor, the City of Ioannes Virtue - Justice." Flivael finished, standing upright to dust his shirt just that little bit.

Bink Rosethorn · December 17, 2003, 01:19 PM

Flittering to and fro through the air like an insane, drunken dragonfly came Bink. He would dodge under one icicle, zip about a tree, over a branch, nose dive strait down, skimming across the top of the snow at the last moment. Winter was wonderful!

"Yahooo! Yip! Yip! Yeheee!" He cried out in excitement as he flew, when he saw something most unusual through the trees, he saw green, and little purple wild flowers. Bink was amazed, and quite sure that this wasn't his over active imagination. He flew near and hovered a short distance from the glades edge, cocking his head this way and that, trying to figure why it was green, with purple flowers on one side, and trees, ice and snow on the other side, all the while taking little notice of the individuals nearby.

"Snow..." He said looking at the snowy ground, before hovering close enough to touch it and confirm that it was snow. He rose and fluttered closer to the glade, "...no snow." he said cocking his head the other way, "Well I'll be a dwarf's uncle, its like the snow doesn't want to be there. Hum, that's a pretty neat trick!"

Having satisfied himself that there was no snow there, yet snow over here, he decided to investigate the interesting group that was near by. He flew near them, hovering at Dorin eye height a short distance away, "Serale and salutations everyone, I'm Bink! How are all of you doing today?!" He called out loudly so that the big people could hear.

Sharinya · December 18, 2003, 01:44 AM

Oh my, she was unused to being treated as someone special or at least in the manner in which the Dorin Rangar of Acumin was treating her. He seemed a nice enough sort of person although he did seem to have a strange preoccupation with her feet. Before she had chance to answer him the elf spoke up; a surly one at that she thought. Poor Niolg, she was not impressed with the way in which the elf spoke at all.

”I’m pleased to make your acquaintance Rangar, there is no need to stand on ceremony. “ she said before turning to the elf.

” Master elf, please accept my apologies for bringing Niolg but he is a body guard sent by the mountain dwarves to protect me.

I have not heard of Ethgan’tor before…” she was stopped mid speech by the sudden arrival of another faerie.

Laughing at his antics she just hovered in the air watching him until he noticed them. He seemed a rather … youthful sort if his antics were anything to go by.

”Serale Bink!

Rangar · December 18, 2003, 05:19 AM

Glancing over toward his human companion, Rangar was pleased that she was still in control of herself considering what she had just been through. He thought her very brave and was intrigued by her calm demeanor, but most of all he was glad she was safe.

Raising his gaze to the Faerie before him, Rangar responded with a subtle seriousness conveying the respect she required due to her title, although her words may release him from formality, he would not be able to speak to her any other way.

"As you wish your highness."

Rangar took in the Elfs words, still trying to piece together where he was. Even when told of his new location, Rangar was lost. He tried to remember the map he had seen as a boy, and scanned it for any reference to Ethgan'tor but failed.

His eyes returned to the the other occupants of the glade, he wanted desperately to know why he was here, why he had been taken. The Faerie queen spoke up again, Sharinya S’Alvia, he spoke the name in his mind. She was strong, eagre to speak her mind, and quick to concern herself with others, Rangar thought admiringly.

His character assessment was cut short by the arrival of another Faerie. The Faerie flew up to his eye height, only a short distance away, hollering out a greeting to all. He seemed so care free, so unburdened and full of life. His joyful attitude pierced the tension all around them. Rangar restraining the upward curling of his lips nodded to the newcomer. "Serale and welcome to this gathering of strangers."

Maddyn · December 18, 2003, 05:53 AM

At the sight of Bink, Flivael shook his head slightly in dismay. He'd had to deal with Faeries in the past, and had studied under a Master Druid an Era past and the similarities in that single greeting Bink shared with Willow sent tingles down his spine. Hiding behind his hands as he covered his face with his palms, Flivael's head was bowed and soft mutterings escaped his lips before making himself understandable.

"There's no need to apologise to me Sharinya, it's Niolg that will suffer the consequences if he's seen by Moriquendi rather than yourself..." he said finally, distracted as he peaked between his fingertips to watch Margaret finally move, watching Sharinya with wide eyes and smiling at Bink's antics. "Mi'lady..." she said softly, moving into an odd curtsy that seemed to have the dignity of a Queen despite the fact Margaret was anything but.

"You shan't have heard of Ethgan'tor...it's the hidden Empire and city...only a Moriquendi, a Faerie or a Moriquendi Sha'Quissir...an Elf Friend should know the pathways and secrets of the City...you can't afterall maintain a City of a people feared by many within the Empire without taking due precautions." Flivael continued, refusing to peek between his fingers again and hoping this was a dream. he surely hadn't brought all these people here, there must have been a mixtake in the casting process...

Bink Rosethorn · December 18, 2003, 11:53 AM

What a curious group, Bink thought to himself, and not very good on introductions.

Bink's curiosity was eating away at him, he knew who he was, they know who he was, but he didn't know who they were, what a strange and mysterious group. Hearing what Rangar said, he saw another chance to find out who everyone was, without being obvious.

With a wide and excited grin he said to the group "Thank you. You know the only reason we are strangers is because we don't know each other, I'm Bink Rosethorn, at your service!" he called out even louder then before, incase they didn't hear him, "And now I'm not a stranger to any of you!" he ended with a grin. His head cocked to one side, looking strangely at Flivael.

Without waiting for a response, as something new and interesting caught his attention, he flew over to Flivael. He zipped this way and that, trying to see past Flivael's hand, quite sure that there was something interesting to see on the other side.

Rangar · December 18, 2003, 01:03 PM

Rangar was lost in the chaos of the meeting. Just as he was about to introduce himself to the newest among them, the Faerie flew off dashing this way and that in front of the white Elf.

'It is hard to determine weather Bink is friendly or foolish' he thought as he shook his head slightly, 'and the white elf with the rules, he seems very unfriendly and very bothered. But what can he expect from those whom he summoned? It's not as if we were fore warned.' Rangar still believed that all had been brought to the glade as he and Margaret were. And he definitely had suspisions that the Elf had done the summoning, although those suspisions eroded with time. 'If he brought us here, he would not be so annoyed with our preasance' he thought.

'Here I am in a place foreign to me brought by a purpose and power for which I have no knowledge and have been completely surrounded by strangers. Any one of these events taken alone is tolerable, but the combination of it all is proving to be quite frustrating. Morsefel Pah and Niolg McDuff are near mutes, probably for the better, else this chaos might grow beyond measure. The white elf seems annoyed by our being brought here yet provides only cause for more questions, Bink is childish in his behavior and I belive he is only further angering the elf. Only The Fae Queen seems to have a sound mind and a desire to figure out the where and the why of today's events.'

Then Rangar's eyes found Margaret. 'At least she is enjoying herself' he thought. Sighing he looked back to the over active Faerie and his new interest.

"Bink please calm yourself, I belive that you wanted to know our names. Let me start, I am Rangar of Acumin and it is a pleasure to meet you." Rangar turned to Margaret, hoping she would continue the introductions and praying to the gods that Bink would stop pestering the only member of the glade that seemed to know what was going on.