Post by kalimofvalmont on Oct 7, 2005 2:07:24 GMT -5
::Wings sliced through the cool crisp air of the night. Feathers ruffled in the breeze that kept the winged man afloat. Locks of blonde hair blew recklessly into his eyes as he admired the countryside from above. His path followed the winding river that took him over a large expanse of the unexplored territories of the outer realms.::
Upon leaving Goldenmyst, Kalimar had done some soul searching. Having found haven in a small mystic village on the far outskirts of the realms, he befriended the people and learned their ways. He told them stories in exchange for lodging and food, and he learned to live off the land as they did. These people were shamanistic, the most basic form of magic in relationship to the nature around them. Kalimar enjoyed his time with them greatly, but inside he felt a small hole in his heart. He had never fully healed from losing Lilith, and he had never fully recovered from the pain he endured under the wrath of Ang'nok. As time passed, Kalimar became more accustomed to the villagers shamanistic ways of life, and became slightly attuned to their magicks. But at the same time, the hole in his heart grew. From what he could remember about his life, this village was only the second place he ever attempted to settle down. The first had been Goldenmyst, and he was missing it deeply. One night, Kalimar had flown up to the nearby mountains to meet with the village elder. They discussed several things, contemplating the values of life and happiness. It was during this conversation that the village elder offered something to Kalimar of great value. Through their magic, the elder had learned ways to rejuvenate life into things that were dying. This magic had been used on the plants the village lived off of, to make sure there was always a bountiful harvest and enough food for everyone. Sympathizing with the pain of Kalimar's life, he offered him the chance to be young again. To live his childhood the way he should have, instead of the way he had. Kalimar seemed stunned by this gracious offer. He had grown up in the service of the church; working for a secret order to slay demons in the name of God. But to be given a second chance at...well, life? It was amazing, but Kalimar was not sure. He told the elder he would think about it, and the elder agreed to wait a week before asking for his answer.
::As he soared over the winding river, his mind was filled with the desire to live a normal life. But at the same time, it filled with the fear of the pains he had felt...and what if he might experience them again? Perching a top a high oak tree, he rested against the trunk and stared into the moonlit horizon. If he took this offer, perhaps he could return to Goldenmyst, and live the way he should have. He had spent all week in inner turmoil, and the elder was expecting his answer tomorrow. He took in a deep breath of the wild air, unsure of what his actions would be.::
Upon leaving Goldenmyst, Kalimar had done some soul searching. Having found haven in a small mystic village on the far outskirts of the realms, he befriended the people and learned their ways. He told them stories in exchange for lodging and food, and he learned to live off the land as they did. These people were shamanistic, the most basic form of magic in relationship to the nature around them. Kalimar enjoyed his time with them greatly, but inside he felt a small hole in his heart. He had never fully healed from losing Lilith, and he had never fully recovered from the pain he endured under the wrath of Ang'nok. As time passed, Kalimar became more accustomed to the villagers shamanistic ways of life, and became slightly attuned to their magicks. But at the same time, the hole in his heart grew. From what he could remember about his life, this village was only the second place he ever attempted to settle down. The first had been Goldenmyst, and he was missing it deeply. One night, Kalimar had flown up to the nearby mountains to meet with the village elder. They discussed several things, contemplating the values of life and happiness. It was during this conversation that the village elder offered something to Kalimar of great value. Through their magic, the elder had learned ways to rejuvenate life into things that were dying. This magic had been used on the plants the village lived off of, to make sure there was always a bountiful harvest and enough food for everyone. Sympathizing with the pain of Kalimar's life, he offered him the chance to be young again. To live his childhood the way he should have, instead of the way he had. Kalimar seemed stunned by this gracious offer. He had grown up in the service of the church; working for a secret order to slay demons in the name of God. But to be given a second chance at...well, life? It was amazing, but Kalimar was not sure. He told the elder he would think about it, and the elder agreed to wait a week before asking for his answer.
::As he soared over the winding river, his mind was filled with the desire to live a normal life. But at the same time, it filled with the fear of the pains he had felt...and what if he might experience them again? Perching a top a high oak tree, he rested against the trunk and stared into the moonlit horizon. If he took this offer, perhaps he could return to Goldenmyst, and live the way he should have. He had spent all week in inner turmoil, and the elder was expecting his answer tomorrow. He took in a deep breath of the wild air, unsure of what his actions would be.::