A Magical World (Open)

[OnColdWings]

Name: Firiel Morningstar
Age: 425 years old
Race: Wood Elf
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 121 lbs.
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Green
Cupsize: 34DDD

Appearance: Firiel wears a sleeveless black tunic, the front tied but low cut and exposing a great deal of her massive cleavage. Her firm stomach and belly are also exposed, wearing a pair of dark pants on her legs, and a pair of soft padded boots on her feet. Her blond hair is tied up in a ponytail, a few bangs hanging over her delicate and beautiful face. Her skin is flawless and without any blemishes, with only a few tribal markings that line both her arms. Around her belt she hangs a long knife for hunting, and she usually carries a loaded quiver and a majestic longbow on her back.

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Kneeling down towards the ground, Firiel let her hands run over a set of fresh tracks, drawing closer to her prey. The tracks were those of a human, though they seemed larger than the normal human footprints of those in the region. She deduced that he was at least 6 feet tall (given the space between the steps) and given the depth of the prints weighed around 175-225 lbs. She could hear some rustling off into the distance, and drawing her knife she prepared herself for close combat, if it came down to that.

 

[The_PG]

It had been a brutal journey for Darren. His horse had dropped awhile ago, on the long blazing plains that had seemed to go on forever. It had actually been this godforsaken forests fault in reality, his horse had seen it and bolted, spending the rest of it's energy in a race towards death. He himself had barely managed to survive, because the trueism that was; the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Applied to him and his horse in a very large way.

He stood at nearly six four, while his horse had been a monster in it's own right, to support his two hundred and ten pound frame. He'd walked his way to the forest with a slight limp and wary eyes peeking out from beneath his flaming red hair. It matched his amber eyes that shone like crystal's whenever the light reflected off them correctly, his lineage was strange, often a mix of races and names. It what gave him his unnatural appearance and excellent physique.

Now the forest was slowly closing in on him, his breathing was labored, skin flushed white. He had his sword drawn and was using it to occasionally clear his passage through the heavily wooded forest. He couldn't get over the fact that he felt someone, or something following him, yet he never saw anyone whenever he turned around. The moment he reached a stream he decided to rest, bathing his face in the water and then taking several long droughts of the cool water. At this rate it would take him ages to reach his destination...

 

[OnColdWings]

Slowly but steadily Firiel crept through the underbrush of the forest, using the dark foliage to keep herself hidden. Now and then she would pause in her steps if she felt that her presence was discovered, but so far it seemed that whomever she was following was yet unaware that she was there, or if they knew they certainly weren't showing it. Careless tracks were laid on the ground, the ferns and bushes hacked aside as someone or something was trying to get to someplace as quickly as humanly possible.

Carefully pushing aside some dense ferns, Firiel peered through the now empty space and saw a humanoid figure off in the distance, probably no more than 30 or 40 feet away from where she was crouching. Her fingers tightly gripped her dagger once she saw the large blade the human had been carrying. She noted that was exceptionally tall, fairly rugged but strong with deep red hair.

'Strange.' she thought to herself. Most of the humans in the region had dark hair and were fairly short, almost her height if not shorter. To find a traveler like this one was a bit out of place.

'He must have traveled far.' she deduced. Still, she decided it was best to keep her position a secret and witness his next moves.

 

[The_PG]

Darren sat down with a sigh, removing his boots and letting his blistered feet into the water. He carefully sheathed his sword, his powerful sword, the sword of an Drow king, one Darren's father had slain many long years ago. The sword had passed into his hands after his fathers death, it was a sword of magical properties, five blazing red emeralds matched his hair and eyes, gleaming with a malice that would never stop blazing as long as it's owner wielded the blade. It had passed willingly to Darren's hand luckily, because if the sword did not want it's owner, there was no point in the handler using the sword, for some tragic accident would quickly occur to destroy the wielder.

"Show me the path, mother of nature, I ask your help in this hour." His voice quivered in the language of the elves, something quite uncommon for any human of any breeding. The trees swayed and water rushed, suddenly the grass blades and leaves all rattled and whistled, then faced directly away from Firiel. Darren sighed and dipped a leather water skin into the water, filling it before standing and replacing his boots. He began his walk again, quickly finding a thick branch that he carved into a smooth walking staff before using it to aid his blistered feet.

 

[OnColdWings]

Silently Firiel watched the Human move about, though it seemed at first that he was weary with travel, having taken the time to relax and refresh himself in the cool waters. Her green eyes narrowed on his form as he sheathed his sword, as good a sign as any that he was confident no one was following him. She could use this opportunity to strike at him, but she paused when her ears took in the sound of Elven words being spoken out loud as if in prayer.

A few things could explain how he spoke her language: he was part Elven, had prolonged dealings with her kind, or that he simply had a mastery of languages. Elven itself was hard to teach, and harder to learn for those who had no ancestry among her kind, so for this human to speak it fluently was a strange thing indeed. Even stranger was that nature itself reacted to his requests! A look of surprise came over her when she saw that he had started off again, walking now with what seemed to be a crudely made wooden staff.

Standing on her feet, Firiel decided that now was a good time to reveal herself to him. Drawing the elegant bow from across her back, she knocked an arrow onto the string and carefully took aim, letting her mind and body focus on her target. She took pride in her aim, and letting her fingers release the string Firiel let the arrow soar forward, the nimble weapon flying straight and fast towards the human.

She did not, however, aim to hit him. Rather, she had aimed for a tree straight in his path, the arrow embedding itself in its trunk. She waited for him to turn around, her arms lowering the bow to her sides.

 

[The_PG]

At the first twang of the bowstring, the tall human had been moving. With much more speed then any mortal ever possessed, he whirled and ducked, the two would never know if the arrow might have pierced the man. So fast had everything occurred, but it would have been very close at the very least.

His sword was out in a flash, more words flowed from his mouth, human first, "Who is it, what do you want?" Then elvish, "Flame of my father..." Trailing off into some mumbling spell that made his eyes, hair and blade glow brightly. A small bubble of tinged red spread around his body, he repeated himself in elvish again, "Who is, what do you want?" While his eyes narrowed on Firiel.

 

[OnColdWings]

Firiel was once again taken by surprise at the uniqueness of the man presented before her. Although he seemed to possess remarkable gifts that she was very curious to know about, she still had her wits and knew to keep her distance. Now that she was in the open, however, the situation had changed between the hunter and the hunted. Her eyes narrowed on the human, and her voice spoke calmly but with warning.

"You're trespassing in my domain. Be warned, you might be quick, Human, but I guarantee I will not miss on purpose again." she said, her arm reaching behind her to grip the feathered shaft of a second arrow, though she did not bother to draw it. She wished that she didn't have to.

"So you tell me. What is it you want that requires you to pass through these woods?"

 

[The_PG]

A flicker of understanding passed over Darren's features. His stance quickly became relaxed and the glow nearly disappeared, yet it was still there, just encase. For she was but a guard, her mission was not the same as the others that had stalked him, his death was not her objective, only an alternative goal should he be an enemy. "I am traveling for the city of Celedor. I am Darren of the Rendon." He didn't offer his title, which was prince, nor his lineage which was also telling of his title.

Her words ate slightly at the back of his mind, juicing a small bit of his body with anger. So she could hit him, he doubted she had the prowess to break through the spells that protected him and his valuable quest. "I ask forgiveness for my trespassing, but I was not stopped by a guard, nor warned in all fairness, and I am unknowing of the customs of these lands." His voice was polite, and held the very tiniest bit of the fire that seemed to flow through his mortal body.

 

[OnColdWings]

Firiel felt her muscles and nerves loosen up a bit, her grip not as tight around her weapons when she sensed that Darren wasn't hostile towards her. But nonetheless her eyes narrowed on him, wondering why he was making for Celedor.

"It is not our custom to post guards, nor do I believe in fairness for all, these are troubled times that we live in." she said, taking a few cautious steps towards Darren. She grew close enough to notice the small glow the surrounded his body, their hairs on his head and the color of his eyes.

"Your journey, I'm afraid, must be delayed for the present moment. If you follow me I will take you to our capital and you can receive clearance there. You can go on your way now, if you so wish but I'm afraid the other sentinels won't be as kind as I am. The Ancients here have no love of mortals."

 

[The_PG]

Darren bowed his head solemnly, "I will go to the capitol. Of what land is this?" He asked, regarding Firiel coolly from behind his sharp red eyes. He had figured out much earlier that she was elf, but now he saw she was of the wood elves, not as tall or lean as her distant relatives that lived near Rendon. She was also obviously a she-elf, her soft features and cleavage told him as much, though even more telling where the runes drawn into her arms. They spoke of feminine and the more delicate side of the elves.

Even as she drew closer his arms loosened, though not yet would he sheath his sword. Not as long she had her bow in one of her hands, the quickness and speed with which the ancient race moved was not lost to this human, not in the least. Still, he was a fair match for any elf that he'd ever come across, his blade skill was unmatched among mortals, and rarely matched among immortals. Though with their natural grace and speed, they much better archers.

 

[OnColdWings]

Firiel was glad she didn't have to fight, Darren having offered himself willingly. She would need to be wary, however, in case he decided to try to take advantage of the situation and escape.

"Right now we're both in Marble Forest. I'll take you to our city, and you'll be handed over to the court where you'll gain audience with the Queen. It won't take long and you'll be on your way again." she said, stringing her bow across her back. She turned her body to the side and took a step off towards the dense part of the forest.

"Come on, try to keep up." she said, taking off but making sure he would follow. The reigning Queen Shyrea had been on the throne for the better part of 200 or so years, and Firiel was one of the candidates to take up rule once the Queens time had passed. While Firiel loved to be out in the wild, she had one day hoped to lead her people back to the position of power they once held.

 

[The_PG]

Darren followed as best he could with the limp in his leg, it came from where his horse had toppled on the leg, bruising it painfully. The staff helped and he managed quite well to keep up with the elf, without really thinking about it his eyes had wandered to her ass, which was taunt and smooth, he noticed with everyone of her steps. He wondered what exactly she wanted him for at this city, was he going to a trap? Somehow, he didn't think it would be a trap that he was thinking about in particular.

He hoped these audiences did not last long, his mission was important and vital for the survival of his country, maybe this Marble Forest would help them as well, any help would be good news for Rendon.