The Prophecies of the Wind

[Blu]

((This will be my page for discussing The Prophecies of the Wind. I am going to use this for organizing my thoughts as well as actually posting.

Just a heads up: Magic in this world is elemental. The eight elements are Fire, Wind, Water, Earth, Holy, Unholy (Often referred to as Dark), Flora, and Fauna. And for the point of spoilers, so you don't have to wait, The Father is the God of Destruction and the Dead. They see him as the one who Judges those afterlife and then sends them to Hell or Heaven. The Mother is the Goddess of Creation, and they thank her for food, and life. They believe the Father does everything for the dead, and the Mother does everything in life.
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Tears streamed down my face. My daughters, my son, my wife, my mother. My home. Generations of my family, dead, burned to the ground. I felt as if I was in a nightmare, but the pain of my chest beating and my eyes burning would have awoken me from anything. Though it was mid-day, there was never a darker sight to behold.

It was me and three men, my friends James and Brian, and our Captain. We received word some shipments of grain went missing. It was a simple mission: Go into the nearby woods, making sure not to go more than a mile in, and find the thieves that were stealing the grain. I didn't think I would be gone but two, maybe three hours.

We set out on foot into the woods, with out captain riding his steed. That is when they showed up. Elves. James, he got scared, thought he could escape them. Tried to run. I didn't see him after that. I pray to the Father he is dead, and yes I mean that. He would be with his family. Mother forbid he should live to see what became of everyone.

Well, we were damn lucky. The elves told us we were within the boundaries, and they were there hunting for humans who were going into their territory. They asked us to accompany them to kill these men, so as to not break the pact. It may not mean much to you around here, but the Pact was everything to the people of Grunol before this. We never enter their lands, and they never kill any of us on our side. Those elves have honor.

Well, it was an hour of running through the forest, trying to keep up with them. Finally, we came across a random cave, looking to be a bears den. The elves told us the crooks were in there. They said they would chase down any runners, but for the sake of the Pact, they would not harm any. That was to be our job. It was a simple enough job.

Well, we gathered the grain shipments and the heads of the crooks, four in total, and asked the elves to guide us out. That is when things get bad. I got a sick feeling when I heard the words from the leader. They asked us why our town was smoking.

Me, Brian, and the Captain all dashed in the direction the elves pointed. Even from three miles away, we could see thick black smoke in the sky. Grunol was on fire! The captain, he sped ahead on his horse. Me and Brian sprinted across the fields till we reached the road. I don't know why we were running, there was nothing we could do.

Well, we did reach the outskirts of the town. Just in time to see the captain's horse go running by. With only half of the captain! I won't disgrace is memory with details. He was a good man, Father bless him. It was damn near dusk, and the majority of the town was nothing burning timber and piles of ashes. Corpses were thrown everywhere, desecrated! I wanted to leave. I knew I could not face whatever did this. I wanted to run away and hope to find survivors.

But it was obvious there were no survivors the second I stepped in. Me and Brian were the only ones. The outskirts were already burned to ashes. I tried to stop him, but Brian demanded to see his house, as if it might have survived. We both wept at the sight of a black stain with charred stairs and a few support beams left standing.

Oh, but there was one survivor yet. As we stood outside the house, Brian got my attention. Off in the distance, closer to the center of town, a large hooded man was standing, sifting through the ash. I tried to tell Brian to leave, that if he did all this, we stood no chance. But Brian, he ran right for him, sword drawn. I chased after him, though I still can't think of a reason why. The man saw him coming the second he started his charge. He removed his hood and cape and threw it behind him.

But it was too late for Brian. He had his blade drawn and point at a Wind Magi. It was one of those black winged ones too! No, it was not a golden one, or an Angel, no, it was a black winged demon of a Magi. I have heard of how fast they move, but I could never have imagined it. It took Brian almost thirty seconds to cover one quarter of the distance to it, and it took it five seconds to cover the other three quarters. I never even saw it draw its blade. I don't even think he did. The Father took Brian as well.

I was ready to die. Everyone else was dead. But he walked by me. Never gave so much as a second glance. It spread its wings and took off. Why did he let me leave? He could have killed me, and I could be with my family in the Father's Kingdom, but he cursed me with the memory of what happened.

Oh, I came right here. I tried to tell the Council of Praba, but they laughed! They claim they would have received word if Grunol had been destroyed! As if my word wasn't good enough. They didn't believe there could be no survivors, or that the pact could be broken. They called me a glory seeking guard, and threw me out on my ass. I tried to tell everyone, and they all just wrote it off as guff. At the very least, when Praba gets destroyed too, I will be off to be with my wife and daughters.

And that will be any day now.

[James]

((I liked it! Which is saying some because I detest first person narrative. ;D

Few grammar mistakes, but that's expected so I won't bore you with those.

My only real question is. And you don't have to answer this because it could be a spolier:

How could the Council of Praba just laughed at Grunol being destroyed. I mean when the town is smoking in ash it's pretty hard to ignore that.

Unless there's quite a gap between the two...

*thumbs up*))

[Blu]

((Answer: There are only about 15 human towns worth noting, only three of them cities, and the world is about the size of both Azeroth continents (Excluding Northrend) combined. There is a large gap.

And its actually a trick: I never do first person narative. This is a spoiler, but he is actually drunk, talking to a room, and at some point, his words stopped making sense. That is just what he thinks he is saying. It goes to third person in chapter two, with one of the main characters working at the bar, listening. He gets killed, and it focuses on the two main characters.


The whole drunk thing is also the reason for some of the grammer mistakes (At least the ones I am catching). Like how he keeps saying Me and Brian.))

[James]

Jul 28, 2008 5:05:51 GMT -5 Blu said:

((Answer: There are only about 15 human towns worth noting, only three of them cities, and the world is about the size of both Azeroth continents (Excluding Northrend) combined. There is a large gap.

And its actually a trick: I never do first person narative. This is a spoiler, but he is actually drunk, talking to a room, and at some point, his words stopped making sense. That is just what he thinks he is saying. It goes to third person in chapter two, with one of the main characters working at the bar, listening. He gets killed, and it focuses on the two main characters.


The whole drunk thing is also the reason for some of the grammer mistakes (At least the ones I am catching). Like how he keeps saying Me and Brian.))

((Pretty much answers everything.

I shall now wait for more.

*sits down and stares intently* ))

[Blu]

((I am taking your advice. Skipping most things. Things will be shorter and less detailed, with a lot of characterization left out, as well as a good bit of world detail. Cause if I ever do actually sit down and type this out, and actually do it well (Shot in the dark) I don't wanna hear its been published

Anyway Agro, the first Chapter is called Grunol's Tale, then The Cloaked Magi, then Fight at Flight. I will give a short summary of Chapter two, but not actually post it (Still working things out there. More information and characterization in here)

Then I go with Chapter three, which has a bit of action and reveals a bit of the conflict.

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[Blu]

((Extreme shortened version, skipping most dialogue, to avoid <.< >.> the secrets. . . Oh, and a mistake I keep making: It is Storm, not wind, as they have power over lighting and thunder as well.))

Rosa had been listening to the drunkard'ss tale for some time. At some point, his words stopped making sense, but he still tried to talk. The last actual coherent word he said was elves a few times, then gibberish. At the very least this man was intresting.

She had been working as a barmaid for almost a year and a half, dealing with every type of drunk from the pervert, gropping every time she passed, to the brawlers who appeared, drank, then broke half the tables, chairs, and the bones in the bar. The bar was slow, and for a rare moment quiet, until he came. There were only two patrons: the widower Trija and what was likely a stundent of holy magi, judging by the robes and the tea he brewed. She really had no point in talking to either, as the widower was moping, and the student had no spoken a word, likely taken a vow of silence.

The widower and the robed man had left when the bar closed. The drunk guard went upstairs to a free bed provided by the inn-keeper. The kind old keeper was always generous to let others without money stay in empty rooms, despite the extra work it caused her for no pay. There was no room in the inn for her, she lived in a shack on the outskirts of town.

She locked the door to the bar room, put the key under the door, and began her long walk home. It was just as she passed the first alley when she was attacked. A set of large, strong hands grabbed her, one placed firmly around her mouth, the other pinning both of her hands behind her back. Something was strange about the hands, but she could not put her hands on it.

She tried to scream, but the hand around her mouth was muffling every sound. She tried to thrash, but she was a small woman, further dwarfed by the large size of the man, who held her with a powerful grip, never flinching when she did manage to land a kick behind her.

All she could do was cry helplessly as the man dragged her deeper into the alley. There was no one outside at this time in night. No one was going to appear out of no where and save her. She had heard of women being raped in cities west of the Harku River and in Yaroh, but in Prada, crime was so low, there were no night guards.

"Stop struggling. I need to get you out of here in secrecy. I did not put all this effort into getting you for you to ruin it at the last second." The man's voice was deep from beneath his hood, but it did not sound cruel, but that did nothing to comfort her.

The man lifted her off her feet completely and began dashing between houses. He no longer had her hands pinned, but there was nothing nearby she could grab on, and hitting him seemed to not bother him in the least. She was dead. He won. He was almost out of the town. But then he stopped running, ducked behind a house, took his hand off her mouth and looked around the corner back towards the center of town.

She took her opportunity, and screamed as loud as she could. Distracted by her scream, he dropped her. She ran into the road, shouting for anyone, everyone to help her. The man shouted "No", but she was already gone.

Her screams stopped. The man had not touched her. She was struck with a fear that so overwhelmed her, her legs could not keep her body upright as she fell to the ground, tears burning in her eyes. Off in the distance, the town was burning, the source of the flames being a massive dragon heading directly for her. Opening its massive maw, it let loose a shower of liquid flames down on her.

[Radin]

I like it so far, it has me intrested and wondering what is going to happen. I'm wondering if there is going to be a copy of me in there,

[Blu]

Nope. No Radins. I am writing a WoW story, and I would love Radin to appear in it as the foil to my character (This character just does not work without a foil, and I cannot do a nice guy. See art work)

I do like what happens ~~ Chapter 6. We see our third character =) It mirrors a in-game RP I did.

[Blu]

((Okay, getting bored, so going to post a summary, instead of a chunk of the next chapter, I will reveal a major plot point:


The Magi:

The Magi are elementals summoned to guard the Essences of Existance (Major point, no spoilers on those =) ).

Magi are divided eight groups.

There are Magi of each of the eight elements, Earth, Storm, Fire, Water, Feral, Fauna, Holy, Unholy.

Each of these groups have four divisions, based on power:

Gods are the most powerful of the Magi in their most Powerful forms. Some Magi are able to maintain their God Form infinitely, while some can only maintain it for a certain amount of time.

Greater Magi - Magi who have the ability to take their God Form, regardless of how long. They are usually considered elites or nobles amongst their people, depending on culture.

Human Magi - A rare few humans are born with the ability to use one of the eight elements magicks, and are taken to one of the eight human cities within the territories of the Magi, where they are trained to be the front lines, patrols, and sometimes diplomats of their masters. They often take on traits of their masters, such as human magi serving Wind Magi gaining wings.

Lesser Magi - Naturally born magi who are unable to reach their god forms. They range from weaker than most human guards to inches from being a Greater.

Some Magi races appear greatly different depending on rank. An example would be the color of the wings of the Wind Magi: Black if they are greater, Golden if they are Lesser, and White if they are human.

Magi were once all Gods, but for some reason unknown to even the oldest and the wisest, this changed at some point, and the Greater Magi and Lesser Magi were born from the Gods. The Gods were very few in number, due to most children being stillborn, unable to handle the great magical power they held. (Yes, this is where the Huran birth thing comes from.) The Greater and Lesser forms, however, took much less power to maintain. Most just assume it was part of evolution, allowing lesser defenders as well as Gods.

The Magi, in their non-God forms, have a solidified power "core" that serves as the source of their magic. These cores are often on most guarded area of the Magi, and in all but one race (Earth Magi), visibly exposed. Once, humans hunted lesser Magi for their cores, using them to increase their own power. Their ability to use multiple elements made them formiddible opponents.

The secrets as to how this was stopped is a well kept secret to humans, most of which do not even remember what most Magi races look like, or that they have cores.

Magi are divided into two disinct groups that forms the basis for existance: The Creators and the Destroyers. Earth Magi create stone, worn down by the Winds. Water Magi fuel rivers, dried by the Fire. Flora Magi create plants, devoured by the Feral. Holy creates peace and stability, corrupted into chaos by the Unholy. The basic physics lesson of matter and energy can neither be created or destroyed has no applications to them.

Creators: Earth, Water, Flora, Holy
Destroyers: Wind, Fire, Fauna, Unholy

The Eight Magi Races:

Storm - Tekenzar (Human: Angel)- Winged humans with talons instead of hands and feet and a low angled red V shaped mark from ear to ear, over their eyes and the bridge of their nose. Their cores are in the center of their chest. They are able to create powerful winds, electricity, large forceful explosions (Thunder), and razer wind blades. They are able to fly quickly, dive at 400+ mph, strike with great force, and move even quicker in extremely short burst. Most fight hand to hand. About 6-9 feet. (Average of 8) Humans only gain wings.

Fire - Dranok (Dragoon) - Quadrapetal or Bipetal, coated in red scales as tough as steel, claws, long tails with a poisoned spike, black eyes, with a short maw capable of speech. Their cores of located on their throats. They are able to melt the ground beneath their feet, increase the temperature around them, create flames, and cause explosions. On all fours, they can move as fast as humans, on two legs, they are about half the speed. Their attacks burn the wounds, allowing them to play with their kills for some time, never having to worry about blood loss. They fight with large metal weapons, turning them into liquid metal during battle. They enjoy hunting. They stand 10-12 feet tall. Human's skin turns red and can grow scales, and they have claws. Flames burn around the heads of both humans and elementals. Humans have red flames, while Magi will have white, with Greater's being much larger.

Water - Vissen (Mermaid) - Long, multi-colored, scaled tails, dorsal fin, arms with webbed hands and several webbed spines. When grabbing their own shoulders, the webbing spreads, becoming a set of fits. Gills around their neck. They are able to create water from nowhere, cool and freeze the areas around them. In the water, they can move at speeds matching the tekenzar. On land, they are by far the slowest moving of the Magi. They are one of the few groups of Magi who are close to humans, openly meeting them, bringing rain to dry areas to aid crops, and saving those lost as see. The biggest attraction of the largest human city, Harku, is the sight of the Vissen dancing in the waves, the sun shining on their scales. They prefer polearms. From tail to head, they are around 15 feet, but when "walking" they move on their tail, reducing their height by almost eight feet. Humans gain gills, lose their legs to become fins, and gained webbed hands. Some who spend too much time in the oceans depths gain a bluer tint to their skin. Scales are common. The Vissen do have tiny indications as to whether one is a lesser or greater, but only the vissen seem to be able to figure them out.


Earth - Kalich "Golem"(Dwarf) - Kalich, when born, are nothing more than a small boulders with mouths who devour nearby rocks, their body compensation matching the type of rock they ate.. After fifty years of eating rocks nearby, their bodies are done growing. Kalich have no defined form, as the shape of their body changes as chunks of rock are chipped off in battle. Unlike other Magi of Creation, Kalich cannot create rocks suddenly, but matching their Destroyers, they build mountains slowly. Kalich are store parts of their body with others of their kind, and those body parts slowly expand, creating more rock, until they have combined and made a mountain. They are able to manipulate the stone of their bodies into weapons, consume nearby stone to restore their bodies, and deposit some of their body otherwhere where it will grow, and later reconsume it. They often make their own favorite weapons. Their size can range from three feet to over 30, depending on the amount of stone they have consumed. Their cores are always in the exact center of their body. They are not shy, but rarely leave their mountains where they feel at home. They often teach human blacksmiths how to better manipulate stone to make purer and stronger metals, but rarely get other visitors. Human's skin turns to stone, gaining a greyish color, but otherwise do not change. There is no difference between Lessers and Greaters, but humans cannot change their shape.







Other four come later.