Post by J.O.N ((Dragonwing)) on Oct 5, 2008 8:27:01 GMT -5
((I am at the moment making my own fantasy world, but I'm long off from finishing it, but I did decide to make a short story with a little that I know, it isn't finished yet and I might not finish it for some time, I give you this so you can look though it and give me some feed back.))
The Silverpines leaves were a shining white as the moonlight played across their surface, the air danced as they fell gently down to land on the pavements below them. There they stayed only to be brushed aside as a tall figure swept across the marble ground towards a table; here he stood staring out across the sea of the free winds. He was dressed in a white cloth tunic with silver lining, over that he wore a white and silver vest and he also wore a simple white gown with silver talismans hanging from a silver silk belt. Around his neck he wore a pendant shaped in a complicated design of twisting lines across an angel like figure, he wore the similar design on a circlet that adorned his brow. It was clear he was elven in blood; his face was pointed and smooth almost without blemish except for a few small scars, his ears were small and pointed, his eyes where a light sliver blue and pointed downwards. His hair fell to just above his waist and it was still silver, age yet to take its beauty.
He took a wooden seat from next to him and sat at the table, across its surface was various papers with intricate magical symbols and verse written across them. By now it was clear the elven male was a mage priest of their society, his life dedicated to the followings of Elaerian the god of knowledge and the winds of thought. A moment passed as he sat deep in thought, the wind continued to play though the night air causing more of the silver leaves to fall though the roofless building to land around the mage priest. Finally the moment passed and he lent forward and began to write anew on a clean sheet of paper. Hours passed and the night grew deeper, it was not till the two moons’ was at their peak before he finally finished and sat back. Before him were three new sheets of complex spells, each one wrote in a deep blue ink that seemed to shine. Slowly he pushed the leaves of paper together, every single one until he had a small pile of about sixty stacked up, picking them up he walked into the inside part of the building.
Books would be the first thing a guest would notice if they were to walk into the building, they rose up from the floor on high shelves built in to the wall, they nearly reached the roof on nearly all four sides. It was clear that they were rare and most likely contained powerful spells or at least histories of the elven people. It was the elven priest’s library and his workshop for putting together the books he wrote; on a table at the far end of the room was a collection of glue’s and wooden covers. Here he placed the sheets down on a much larger pile and got to work. Several more hours passed and it was not until dawn arrived and the birds began to sing the coming of a new day that the elven man stopped, in his lap was a large book entitled “The song’s of the ages”. Smiling he rose out of his seat clutching his book and walked out of the library, he walked though his house and out the front door.
By now the early morning air was fresh and it invigorated the priest after his all night activities, the top of the sun was peering over the sea to the south, its gold light slowly creeping across the ground. As the light touched the buildings and spires of the elven city the silver and white flashed bring rebirth to its pure beauty that is entirely different during the night. The blue enchanted light that adorned the city during night that added a mysterious shadowy atmosphere was replaced by the glory of the sun and gave the city a feel of grandeur and strength. By now other elven people began to leave their houses and make to the streets, either for morning work or just to see the early day. As the elven priest made his way up the steep hillside the city was built in to, he watched as the nights guard was swapped for the days. Ahead of him was the spire of Elaerian that acted as the elven style of temple.
Slowly he ascended the steps to the great door, knocking three times the door opened and he walked in. In front of him at the temples inner fountain stood the Archpriest clothed in the rich silver and white open monk like gown, his hair white with age and his face lined with wrinkles. Turning he saw the younger priest and made the sign of greeting, twisting his hand across his sternum and nodding his head for a fraction of a second.
“Greetings young prince Adunneil, May knowledge flow,” the Archpriest said beginning the greeting.
“And may we drink from its fountain, Archpriest As’marth” ended the prince Adunneil returning the sign of greeting.
The Archpriest stepped forward and held out his hands to accept the book; he smiled as it was handed to him. He carefully opened the book slowly turning the pages, the glowing blue writing played across his face. He finally closed the large thick book and handed it back.
“It seems to me that it is safe to say that you have completed our training and you are ready for the next step” he finally spoke.
“Thank you teacher, I am honored” replied Adunneil relief spread across his face.
“Your father shall be proud to hear the news that his seconded son has completed his rights of age, now that you are a master of our order I have your mission” As’marth said leading Adunneil away from the middle of the tower to the stairs that rose around the tower to the very top.
“A mission?” asked Adunneil, his face a mask of surprise.
“You think it is to soon do you not, well do not worry it is not something hard, more of a diplomatic mission really” replied the Archpriest.
Slowly they ascended the stairs walking till they came to the second door from the floor, opening it As’marth ushered in Adunneil. There standing near where a glyph of teleportation was written on the floor stood a human, his hair was dark red and cut short, his eyes a deep green, he had a red beard that was cut short like his hair. He was nearly the same size as Adunneil just maybe half a head smaller, but he was larger then the elven prince in width as he had much more muscles. He was dressed in simple brown travelling tunic and pants, with a large thick cloak, it was held by a green broach just below his neck and a hood was left down. At his side was a short sword in a brown scabbard, and his right hand held an opened letter.
“This is Glayddmen he is a royal messenger from the human kingdom of Bremen to the south, he brings word that they have a found a rare artifact and wishes our help in understanding its purpose, they believe it could help in the war against the frost” Explained As’marth to Adunneil.
“yes, we have word that you are the best historian and artifact studier of your order” praised the human, his voice deep and rough like that of the northerner kingdoms, not like that of the southern human lands.
“Thank you, but you don’t seem like you’re from Bremen” replied Adunneil.
“No I am from the clansmen in the northern borders, but I am one of the loyalist messengers the king had at hand” Glayddmen said back.
“Glayddmen will fill in the details as you travel together, now you will be supplied with gear for your travel at the harbor, I will use the glyph to teleport your way there, sadly with the ley lines disrupted I can not transport you all the way to Arbor abbey where you are to travel, but your trip will most likely be easy. Do not worry about you house, I will send a trustee to make sure it is looked after. Now step here, yes that’s it, now here good”
As’marth smiled as they got in to the glyph area of effect; slowly he began the spells verse in a deep hollow voice, the glyph shone a faint blue. At its peek there was a flash of blue light and Adunneil and the human were gone. Ending the spell As’marth smiled.
“And may fortune favor you” he whispered before leaving the room and locking it.
The Silverpines leaves were a shining white as the moonlight played across their surface, the air danced as they fell gently down to land on the pavements below them. There they stayed only to be brushed aside as a tall figure swept across the marble ground towards a table; here he stood staring out across the sea of the free winds. He was dressed in a white cloth tunic with silver lining, over that he wore a white and silver vest and he also wore a simple white gown with silver talismans hanging from a silver silk belt. Around his neck he wore a pendant shaped in a complicated design of twisting lines across an angel like figure, he wore the similar design on a circlet that adorned his brow. It was clear he was elven in blood; his face was pointed and smooth almost without blemish except for a few small scars, his ears were small and pointed, his eyes where a light sliver blue and pointed downwards. His hair fell to just above his waist and it was still silver, age yet to take its beauty.
He took a wooden seat from next to him and sat at the table, across its surface was various papers with intricate magical symbols and verse written across them. By now it was clear the elven male was a mage priest of their society, his life dedicated to the followings of Elaerian the god of knowledge and the winds of thought. A moment passed as he sat deep in thought, the wind continued to play though the night air causing more of the silver leaves to fall though the roofless building to land around the mage priest. Finally the moment passed and he lent forward and began to write anew on a clean sheet of paper. Hours passed and the night grew deeper, it was not till the two moons’ was at their peak before he finally finished and sat back. Before him were three new sheets of complex spells, each one wrote in a deep blue ink that seemed to shine. Slowly he pushed the leaves of paper together, every single one until he had a small pile of about sixty stacked up, picking them up he walked into the inside part of the building.
Books would be the first thing a guest would notice if they were to walk into the building, they rose up from the floor on high shelves built in to the wall, they nearly reached the roof on nearly all four sides. It was clear that they were rare and most likely contained powerful spells or at least histories of the elven people. It was the elven priest’s library and his workshop for putting together the books he wrote; on a table at the far end of the room was a collection of glue’s and wooden covers. Here he placed the sheets down on a much larger pile and got to work. Several more hours passed and it was not until dawn arrived and the birds began to sing the coming of a new day that the elven man stopped, in his lap was a large book entitled “The song’s of the ages”. Smiling he rose out of his seat clutching his book and walked out of the library, he walked though his house and out the front door.
By now the early morning air was fresh and it invigorated the priest after his all night activities, the top of the sun was peering over the sea to the south, its gold light slowly creeping across the ground. As the light touched the buildings and spires of the elven city the silver and white flashed bring rebirth to its pure beauty that is entirely different during the night. The blue enchanted light that adorned the city during night that added a mysterious shadowy atmosphere was replaced by the glory of the sun and gave the city a feel of grandeur and strength. By now other elven people began to leave their houses and make to the streets, either for morning work or just to see the early day. As the elven priest made his way up the steep hillside the city was built in to, he watched as the nights guard was swapped for the days. Ahead of him was the spire of Elaerian that acted as the elven style of temple.
Slowly he ascended the steps to the great door, knocking three times the door opened and he walked in. In front of him at the temples inner fountain stood the Archpriest clothed in the rich silver and white open monk like gown, his hair white with age and his face lined with wrinkles. Turning he saw the younger priest and made the sign of greeting, twisting his hand across his sternum and nodding his head for a fraction of a second.
“Greetings young prince Adunneil, May knowledge flow,” the Archpriest said beginning the greeting.
“And may we drink from its fountain, Archpriest As’marth” ended the prince Adunneil returning the sign of greeting.
The Archpriest stepped forward and held out his hands to accept the book; he smiled as it was handed to him. He carefully opened the book slowly turning the pages, the glowing blue writing played across his face. He finally closed the large thick book and handed it back.
“It seems to me that it is safe to say that you have completed our training and you are ready for the next step” he finally spoke.
“Thank you teacher, I am honored” replied Adunneil relief spread across his face.
“Your father shall be proud to hear the news that his seconded son has completed his rights of age, now that you are a master of our order I have your mission” As’marth said leading Adunneil away from the middle of the tower to the stairs that rose around the tower to the very top.
“A mission?” asked Adunneil, his face a mask of surprise.
“You think it is to soon do you not, well do not worry it is not something hard, more of a diplomatic mission really” replied the Archpriest.
Slowly they ascended the stairs walking till they came to the second door from the floor, opening it As’marth ushered in Adunneil. There standing near where a glyph of teleportation was written on the floor stood a human, his hair was dark red and cut short, his eyes a deep green, he had a red beard that was cut short like his hair. He was nearly the same size as Adunneil just maybe half a head smaller, but he was larger then the elven prince in width as he had much more muscles. He was dressed in simple brown travelling tunic and pants, with a large thick cloak, it was held by a green broach just below his neck and a hood was left down. At his side was a short sword in a brown scabbard, and his right hand held an opened letter.
“This is Glayddmen he is a royal messenger from the human kingdom of Bremen to the south, he brings word that they have a found a rare artifact and wishes our help in understanding its purpose, they believe it could help in the war against the frost” Explained As’marth to Adunneil.
“yes, we have word that you are the best historian and artifact studier of your order” praised the human, his voice deep and rough like that of the northerner kingdoms, not like that of the southern human lands.
“Thank you, but you don’t seem like you’re from Bremen” replied Adunneil.
“No I am from the clansmen in the northern borders, but I am one of the loyalist messengers the king had at hand” Glayddmen said back.
“Glayddmen will fill in the details as you travel together, now you will be supplied with gear for your travel at the harbor, I will use the glyph to teleport your way there, sadly with the ley lines disrupted I can not transport you all the way to Arbor abbey where you are to travel, but your trip will most likely be easy. Do not worry about you house, I will send a trustee to make sure it is looked after. Now step here, yes that’s it, now here good”
As’marth smiled as they got in to the glyph area of effect; slowly he began the spells verse in a deep hollow voice, the glyph shone a faint blue. At its peek there was a flash of blue light and Adunneil and the human were gone. Ending the spell As’marth smiled.
“And may fortune favor you” he whispered before leaving the room and locking it.
