06-25-2009, 06:49 AM
[apologies on the delay -connection problems ]
1)
What he did want to know was what she was after but already she was too far ahead and the weariness of his hard days bore down heavily.
In no time he'd lost sight of her.
Alston stood in the snow and tried to catch his breath. At least he knew where she was going. He might be able to catch up there.
Maybe before she did something drastic.
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The early morning dawn sent a faint light across the crude campsite.
Marcus nodded to himself. He was the last watch of the night, Robin and Daniel were both asleep, resting for the new day.
The sword lay by Daniel's bedroll, Marcus could almost imagine it watching over the boy, but not in a kind way. The blade drove Daniel with an intense purpose, pushing him to fight, to train, to... something. Was it Daniel's human side that was causing this? Or was it his elven heritage?
The boy was strong, that much Marcus had discovered in the brief time he'd gotten to know the boy, but was he strong enough to master this blade?
"I wonder," the warrior murmured under his breath.
Quietly, he went over and picked up the sword.
It was cold, a little colder to the touch than he expected. He noted it was finally crafted and well balanced, and as far as he could tell, felt like any other sword.
No, there was more here.
He removed one of this gloves.
Aeriel, dear Aeriel... she had taught him a few magics, some even a rough hewn soul like his could learn. Things that healed the body, soothed the mind, and opened the senses to things unseen by human awareness. He used that now, running a bare finger across the flat of the blade...
-Battle, blood, anger, resolve, a blade that will not falter, a blade that will hewn through the enemy, strike them down, no more of elven kind shall fall, protector, champion, warrior, go forth and save us, avenge us, free us from our enemies-
Marcus gasped and nearly dropped the sword.
He blinked a few times, refocusing on the real world. He still held the grip in his gloved hand, the coldness seeping through.
The sword's maker had indeed imbued it with magic as he suspect, but with such flood of focused purpose... Marcus had never seen the like. This was the creation of a master, a master who had tried to create a champion out of steel. No wonder Daniel was being overwhelmed; if he felt it as strong as he did with his simple magic and human blood, Daniel's elven blood must feel it tenfold and no doubt his human side was getting in the way.
Silently, he set the sword back next to Daniel. Something needs to be done soon or-
Marcus snapped alert. There was movement nearby, coming close to the campsite.
Quietly he shook both the boy and Robin awake.
"Whu.." Robin mumbled sleepily.
"Shh... someone's coming."
1)
What he did want to know was what she was after but already she was too far ahead and the weariness of his hard days bore down heavily.
In no time he'd lost sight of her.
Alston stood in the snow and tried to catch his breath. At least he knew where she was going. He might be able to catch up there.
Maybe before she did something drastic.
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The early morning dawn sent a faint light across the crude campsite.
Marcus nodded to himself. He was the last watch of the night, Robin and Daniel were both asleep, resting for the new day.
The sword lay by Daniel's bedroll, Marcus could almost imagine it watching over the boy, but not in a kind way. The blade drove Daniel with an intense purpose, pushing him to fight, to train, to... something. Was it Daniel's human side that was causing this? Or was it his elven heritage?
The boy was strong, that much Marcus had discovered in the brief time he'd gotten to know the boy, but was he strong enough to master this blade?
"I wonder," the warrior murmured under his breath.
Quietly, he went over and picked up the sword.
It was cold, a little colder to the touch than he expected. He noted it was finally crafted and well balanced, and as far as he could tell, felt like any other sword.
No, there was more here.
He removed one of this gloves.
Aeriel, dear Aeriel... she had taught him a few magics, some even a rough hewn soul like his could learn. Things that healed the body, soothed the mind, and opened the senses to things unseen by human awareness. He used that now, running a bare finger across the flat of the blade...
-Battle, blood, anger, resolve, a blade that will not falter, a blade that will hewn through the enemy, strike them down, no more of elven kind shall fall, protector, champion, warrior, go forth and save us, avenge us, free us from our enemies-
Marcus gasped and nearly dropped the sword.
He blinked a few times, refocusing on the real world. He still held the grip in his gloved hand, the coldness seeping through.
The sword's maker had indeed imbued it with magic as he suspect, but with such flood of focused purpose... Marcus had never seen the like. This was the creation of a master, a master who had tried to create a champion out of steel. No wonder Daniel was being overwhelmed; if he felt it as strong as he did with his simple magic and human blood, Daniel's elven blood must feel it tenfold and no doubt his human side was getting in the way.
Silently, he set the sword back next to Daniel. Something needs to be done soon or-
Marcus snapped alert. There was movement nearby, coming close to the campsite.
Quietly he shook both the boy and Robin awake.
"Whu.." Robin mumbled sleepily.
"Shh... someone's coming."