Post by Erias Moderator on Nov 5, 2007 18:53:28 GMT -5
[ This thread was originally posted in Vangard's forum, but will be continued here for any who wish to join in. ]
Benethir Erathor:
The gentle rocking of the small vessel broke the silence of this journey. Never before had the shades of land across the Isle of Mist appear...though after the battle waged amongst the gods...differences began to appear. The air seemed thicker, an unkown chill often passed during the evenings, and the shades of a land across the sea began to appear on clear days.
It was a most curious observation, one which compelled him to take the chance to investigate just what it was that awaited them beyond the horizon. He sat quietly at the rear of the small ship, as the rowmaster pushed along the waters gradually. The hooded, elderly man would then speak in an aged voice.
"Most peculiar discover I'd say. There is something unnatural about this land. My eyes may have given up on me long ago..." His voice trailing off as he turned to Benethir, pale, lifeless eyes of the blind rowmaster looking to him. "...but I still sense evil when it comes to me."
Benethir, half-paying attention, staring at his reflection in the water would jolt from his daze and look the the elderly man. "Unnatural...yes, many things have seemed as such in recent months. I suppose the whole world is changing..." His voice, one of despair, faded as he looked back to the sea.
"Do not fear...do not despair. There is hope in your life yet. It is sensed. In your voice, in your breath, in the very beating of your heart. Hope never abandons us my boy. It merely waits for the proper time to reveal itself."
The remainder of their journey was silent as the ship alas arrived at the docks of Lyradis. The grey skies did little to dim the spirit of the people that bustled through the town. Fisherman haggled prices, customers rushed onward in search of produce to trade. There didn't appear to be anything unnatural manifesting at all. It all seemed quite...normal.
As he set out to step from the ship, the elderly rowmaster clapsed the sleeve of his tunic. "Be warey of what awaits you here." Benethir would curiously look to the man, who's pale gaze dissappeared within the shadows of his hood. "I will." He'd reply in a reassuring tone before stepping off the ship.
It was at that moment Benethir realized her forgot to ask the most important question. "What is the name of this..." as he turned, both the boat and rowmaster were nowhere to be found. "...land."
With his shield slung over his shoulder, Benethir would glance once more over this interesting land in which he found himself in. Perhaps the answers he saught will come eventually, but for now he seemed more interested in finding out where exactly he was.
As he boots found the dusty central path of Lyradis, so would begin his journey within Vangard.
Aileena Decand:
"She's a Decand..."
"She's one of them..."
"The very image of Sarah..."
The whispers did not stop as she passed random people, all who would talk amongst themselves when they believed she could not hear. But Aileena heard everything...All the frightened words, the anger, the threats...she heard them all.
Like always, it was a rather busy day in the little town of Lyradis, and during the same time every day, the healer would venture out from her small home into the town to gather any supplies she might need or any, every day things for herself such as some food and drink. Because of these rumors about her family and mainly now about herself, Aileena didn't like to travel out too much. She had left Vangard for Kamelot for awhile, only making herself known there when the king had been injured. She felt rather unwelcome in that land as well, though those of Kamelot didn't much verbalize their dislike...mainly because they didn't know of her family name and what went with it.
Garbed in a simple, peasant-like dress of burgundy, hair thrown up in a messy bun at the back of her head, Aileena balanced a small basket upon her hip as she moved through the town, visiting the various stands and shops around that were basically all in relation to fishing and the ocean food that was found and sold in Lyradis. For any who cared to watch, it would seem many didn't trust her and would whisper amongst each other as she walked away, glaring and watching her carefully. Her features remained stoic even though she knew all of this went on, but wouldn't let it show...only on the inside did it actually hurt her. But such was life and she dealt with it. She expected nothing more than this horrid simplicity.
And when the whispers about her had turned into something more...interesting, Aileena directed her attention to the coast where a small boat had made it to the shore and people stepped off. She had noted the misty isle that had suddenly appeared in the distance, listening to the stories told about it. This place called Misthalyn sounded very intriguing and a place she would most likely venture to. It wasn't like she had much work cut out for her, and here in Vangard she felt like she had to look over her shoulder all the time.
A few steps forward, shifting the small basket to the opposite hip, Aileena watched the knight and his companions look about the land curiously...Obviously Vangard was abnormal and new to them, just like Misthalyn was to the people here.
Benethir Erathor:
It was an odd feeling. Though not that of danger as the mysterious guide had hinted toward. It was more child-like curiosity. With his shield tightly slung over his shoulder, and his sword swaying lifelessly at his side, Benethir stepped into the central square of Lyradis. Twas a busy port to say the least.
Any that had passed him would offer curious looks, some side-stepping him as if he possessed a plague of some sort. All this, given the proper response of puzzlement on his features. "Excuse me...Excuse me..." He would attempt to ask of where exactly the guide had brought him to but none seemed particularly interested in giving him any answers.
As the latest refusal was given he'd give a breath of annoyance and drop his head. A gloved hand rising to run over his trimmed, bearded cheeks. A look to his side and he would notice to young woman simply standing there with her basket.
He would look to either side of him, curious that she didn't seem to look nervous or bothered about him even acknowledging her. Those thoughtful eyes squinted ever so slightly as he looked to her once more before making his way over.
"You...you do not react like the others." His tone was soft, attempting to sound non-threatening and scare off the only person that seemed to be ok with him being there, unaware of her current situation. "Why do they look at me as they do?" He would look to the others which passed them before asking another more important question. "Also, please...I must know. Where am I?"
Aileena Decand:
Bright blues simply blinked as he approached her and spoke to her so casually. In all honesty, she wasn't used that, and she hadn't meant to stare at the new people if she had been at all...Just that isle seemed to intrigue her, seemed to call to her in a sense.
In courtesy, and what she had been...taught at one point, her chin and gaze lowered to the ground as she spoke to him, "You are from the mist..." she stated, more than questioned. "They wonder...Some fear." Her attention lifted only a little to look upon him, as if making sure he still stood there and hadn't walked away...then she curiously looked upon the ones he had arrived with along with the reactions of the people of Vangard. "Town of Lyradis, sire...within the land of Vangard," she finally answered him.
Benethir Erathor:
As she mentioned the land of mist he would turn his head over his shoulder looking back to Misthalyn in the far horizon. A blanket of Mist cascading over the land's shores. "Mist...yes..." His voice soft, thoughtful before turning to the young woman and nodding. "I have...never seen this land before."
His gaze curiosly carried over the people and buildings within the town, squinting still in bafflement. "This is far too remarkable...there must some other explaination for this."
His gloved hand would gradually raise to her in offer of introduction. "Well...lady of Lyradis...I am Benethir Erathor. Knight of Misthalyn...kingdom of the Mists you see." A light shake of his head was given as a brief, puzzled smile flickered. "I know not how this place has come to be...but I have come here in search of answers. For the reason this sudden appearance has occurred...and for others of a more personal matter. Do you know of a place, or someone who might be able to assist me?"