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From Tried's Mouth to the mysterious Tower, the waters around Scalvoris and the island itself hold a vast array of secrets, just ripe for discovery. Here are landmarks and small villages of note, dotted in and around the island itself.

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The First Steps in a Thousand Arcs

Postby Aegis » Sun Apr 15, 2018 7:50 pm

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The runes flowed freely as Amaris took them down on their paper. As they tore their gaze away, to go toward the shop, the runes on the paper shifted into Common, "Welcome Amaris, child of Yanis and Lorin." But those words were unnoticed, for the moment.

As Sephira tapped into the vibrations of the room, she would find herself in a sea of overwhelming bombardment of sense Sephira didn't have. Alien, foreign, she was in a rampaging ocean of frequencies she couldn't understand. These frequencies came from everything around the mage, everything here was interwoven with these incredibly complex notes. It could take a thousand lifetimes to attempt to decipher them all.

But one frequency rang through heavily, for it was the only one that Sephira could "hear". And it was beautiful. And while it didn't give her the clearest of picture or knowledge, she would be able to glean that she was still on Scalvoris. It was hard to tell for her just how she knew, but she did nonetheless. A breath of a whisper on the back of her neck, or perhaps instinct, or her heart telling her. They were still on Scalvoris. And Sephira's Attunement spark was in love. All of these unknown sensations washing through it. It was intimidated but mostly overjoyed. And it yearned to be awash in this for eternity. And it would be very reluctant to be pulled away from these.

The door was opened to Amaris and Rowan by a "man". He was smiling at them, and appeared to be made entirely of finely crafted, polished, and stained wood. "Welcome welcome! Come on in! I haven't had customers in so very long! I am Charlie, Charlie Barkley and this is my shop!" He turned and walked into his shop, heading straight for the counter. "Do come in, I know you'll find something you'll love."

Charlie went about preparing something on the counter with his back to the door, allowing them entry, to explore the single room shop that was filled to the brim with wooden toys and carvings and statuettes. Everything was made of wood, of course, though with so many different types and grains and colorings. A paradise for a true woodworker, and the skill level was unparalleled. Charlie turned around, with a tray in hand, three steaming cups of tea, "One for the handsome gentleman, one for the fascinatingly tall beauty, and one for your..." he could be seen looking at Sephira outside the shop, who was busy with her attuning, "Friend. I do apologize though, I do not have any milk or sugar to accompany, the delivery man has not been by in a long while. My friends grow the tea somewhere, and bring it to me though. So kind they are. Please feel free to look around, and yes, you may touch the items, but do be careful. I will insist that anything you break must be paid for."

Of the many ships, animals, puzzles, sculptures and other such toys, there were only three things around the shop not carved from wood. The first was a large, impressive ship, not carved of wood, but appeared to be made of bones. It was beautiful, in an eerie way, and ornate, with a price tag of 20,000 GN in front of it, it sat prominently among the many other ships that were carved. On the wall near the door was a rather plain glass mirror. And then finally, over near the window, a glass orb, that shone of every imaginable color in its core.


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The First Steps in a Thousand Arcs

Postby Rowan » Thu Apr 19, 2018 5:50 pm

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Upon reaching the toy shop, Rowan discovered that what he'd thought was in fact dead wrong. Whatever this eh... gentleman was, it wasn't human or like anything that he'd ever seen before. He appeared to have been crafted in the same manner of the objects that he had for sale. If he hadn't seen him move then he would have thought that he was an uncannily made piece, given a shocking semblance of life. Instead, he found himself grinning a little uncertainly, unsure what to make of the wooden being as he had no frame of reference. He did his best to ignore his unusual nature, deciding that it wasn't his place to pass judgement on the appearance of others. Still, it didn't stop him snorting with laughter when the man announced his second name as 'Barkley'. He coughed abruptly, trying to hide his mirth.

"Well uh... hi there, Charlie. It's a lovely place you've got here. Eh... little out of the way but yeah, glad we found it," the blond told the shop owner when he'd recovered himself after a few moments. Glancing around himself, he discovered that there were a great many items indeed crammed into the relatively small space. The young man didn't know much about woodwork. He'd seen many ships of course, but they were usually concerned with function rather than pretty form. Not that a great deal of skill didn't go into it and some shipwrights did like to carve various designs into their work. Still, what he'd seen before was nothing compared to this and as he gazed around him, he could certainly appreciate the craft of a true master.

"Is this all your own work?" he asked. "It's stunning, truly."

He accepted the cup of tea offered to him with a grateful nod, pressing his lips together to keep them from twisting in distaste. Rowan didn't like black tea but that didn't mean that he wouldn't drink it, he just wouldn't be particularly happy about it. He followed Charlie's glance to where Sephira stood outside, seemingly lost in a daze. He knew that she was a mage but he had no idea what she could do; it might well be related to the arcane but he wouldn't know without asking her. Although his eyes lingered on her, a slight frown on his face, he listened intently to what their host had to say.

"Your friends? Do they... uh... come here often? I only ask because as I said, you're a little out of the way here, we were lucky to find you. Do your friends live near here?" the blond asked, wondering if the man might unknowingly provide them with the means of getting out of this place. As things stood right now, it didn't seem as if there was a ready exit from this odd cavern.

He tried to sip his tea, found it too hot and thus set it down again. "I don't suppose that I could trouble you for a drop of cold water, could I? Just to cool this down a little? No worries if not, I'll have a look around." He did just that, moving around the shop, reaching out a hesitant hand to lightly touch a little ship, a perfect version of many of the ones he'd seen; it looked as if it would sail quite well. He moved on from it, not really caring to relive things from his past. Still, his eyes went to another one, larger this time and not wooden. He found himself moving closer, drawn to it as he tried to determine what it was. It didn't look like wood but it was pale and it had an odd-

By Syroa, it was bone!

He approached it with greater caution, a morbid fascination remaining even when he caught sight of the price tag. he was careful not to touch it, going so far as to step away from it a pace or two so he wouldn't inadvertently tip off it. "Bizarre," he murmured. "What do you make of this, Amaris? Pretty but... uh... a bit... macabre. Too rich for my blood though," he joked, moving away from it but finding himself throwing a glance back to it even as he walked to the window. He peered out at the unusual scene, not able to reconcile the fact of a shop within a cavern. His eyes moved down though, drawn by the glass orb that shone with so many colours. He stood, mesmerised by it as he peered into its core, unconsciously leaning closer.
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The First Steps in a Thousand Arcs

Postby Amaris » Thu Apr 19, 2018 7:28 pm

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- common / murnasian

Amaris had intended to pull out the sheet of runes to ask the gentleman if he might know what they meant. They had every intention to until they saw him, brows raised and mouth slightly agape before they blinked and attempted to compose themselves again. Charlie, as the….man introduced himself as, went about making them drinks. The mixed blood found it was then that they might get the chance to ask about the runes.

However, they didn’t much look like runes now - they could read it. How this had happened baffled them further, considering the Common in front of them had welcomed them by name and their parents. They drew in a breath, looking to the man. Friends? “Sorry to interrupt, sir, but the runes. Would you happen to know what language they are and who wrote them?” They accept their drink graciously as they awaited his answer, though did not take a sip before they turned their attention to the wares Charlie had spoken of.

Rowan was already ahead of them, staring at a ship. They drew close enough to see what he was talking about, and was more than ready to move on. “Much the same for me.” They turned instead to look at the mirror on the wall for a moment, staring at their reflection before the orb caught their attention.

The colors were certainly something else and curiosity piqued, they observed it for a moment before cautiously turning over in its little stand.
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The First Steps in a Thousand Arcs

Postby Sephira » Wed Apr 25, 2018 1:51 pm

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The notes were everywhere; it was as if everything else around her fell back into an abyss, totally overpowered by the deluge of frequencies. It was a sea of foreign impressions and feelings that Sephira had no reference point for. Like an ant trying to fathom the acts and thoughts of a god. The mage felt so small and insignificant in the downpour of notes. They prickled against her consciousness, demanding her attention one after another. Instinctually she slapped her hands to her ears, as if somehow this would block out the frequencies that were assailing her.

Finally out of the storm of notes something pure emerged, something she could latch onto like a raft to keep herself afloat. Sephira took a deep breath to calm herself, her hands finally relaxing and falling slack at her sides. The note was exquisite and her Attunement spark was absolutely obsessed with it. Like a bird fawning over a sparkly piece of jewelry, the spark just wouldn’t release the frequency. The mage struggled to regain control while getting muted impressions that they were indeed still on Scalvoris. It was only the barest hint that they were indeed on the island, like a distant call over the waves, but it was there. Sephira had at least learned something. They had not been transported, at least not so far as to have left Scalvoris. After a great deal of effort the mage managed to rip her spark away from the frequency, leading her to stumble a few steps before regaining her balance.

Sephira regained her composure after a couple trills, shrugging off the experience to rejoin the others that had moved inside the store. Her eyes swirled with hues of silver, blue and brown as she looked toward Rowan, her eyes meeting his. Their encounters thus far had been rocky to say the least, but she at least hoped that she could trust him. The woman had trained with Amaris in the past, so at least she had some faith that the councilwoman would have her back.

“We are still on Scalvoris, somehow.” She said lowly to both her companions before fixing her attention on their ever so gracious host. He was strange to say the very least, and nothing like the mage had ever seen before. Her brow arched faintly at his appearance before mutely taking the third cup of tea.

“We appreciate your hospitality.” The mage said politely, raising the cup slightly before taking a long draught of the bitter tea. Drinking bland sugarless beverage was something she was accustomed to, many Elements drank their tea black and Sephira was no different.

Moving through the store she came to stand beside Rowan as he finished exclaiming that the ship was made of bone, rather than wood, as she might have expected.

“This is all a little odd.” She whispered to the blonde man, her voice deeply cynical and sharp. “One trill we are on a mountainside and the next we are in a shop where the proprietor is offering us tea...oh and by the way, he’s made of wood!” Sarcasm dripped from her words, and a slight hint of frantic paranoia.

Sephira’s eyes narrowed once she finished and she stalked off, brushing past Amaris, and moving toward the mirror. The mage stared at her reflection, caught off guard for a moment at the image of herself. It had been so long since she had seen herself as more than an Element. Her identity was fused with her role in the military, with her identity as a mage. To simply see herself in non-descript leather armor, with no Flame Pin and her hair braided back rather than down; she looked like a stranger, like a different woman. It was unnerving, like she had left some core part of herself behind at Element’s Hall. Who was she, once all her military trappings stripped away?



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The First Steps in a Thousand Arcs

Postby Aegis » Wed Apr 25, 2018 9:32 pm

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Charlie smiled at Rowan, "I am so glad you think so, good sir! And you are right, it is a bit out of the way these days. Wasn't always this way. I remember when I had many visitors per trial. I could barely keep my shelves stocked back then. And I was just a lowly apprentice."

He looked over as Amaris approached with a question. His face was taken aback, shock evident. His eyes dipped curiously, "What a peculiar question since you of all people know who wrote them. I don't know the name of the language, that knowledge died along with the rest of them."

Charlie meandered around with them, a watchful shepherd over this new flock. But his blocky shoulders slumped, "Most of them are mine. Some of the finer pieces belong to my master. She made my body, taught me her craft. But she's gone now... just like everyone else. And here I am, just an echo of her former glory." The awkward silence lingered far too long for anyone to be comfortable before he continued, "My friends aren't able to visit as much as I like. I don't know where they live. They never speak. They only bring me things."

He turned away from the group, moving back toward his counter before he stiffened up at Rowan's next words. His voice changed, sounded deeper, scratchy, "You'll have plenty of water to drink soon!" His body then relaxed and he continued, his voice back to normal. "But of course sir, give me one moment to pop in back, the river flows through my workshop. Cleanest water you could hope for, and tastes just as I would imagine falling in love would taste." He disappeared into the back to fetch Rowan's water.

As Sephira looked upon herself, musing over her identity, there was a moment where the reflection seemed... off. The slightest twinge, or lack of movement. Just enough to make her eyes suspicious, but unable to confirm anything actually happened. Then simultaneously, her reflected lips twisted into the slightest of smirks, before the reflection's hand, her hand shot of the mirror, snatching at her. Sephira's reflexes would be fast enough to dodge the attack, but not entirely, as the reflected version of herself got a hold of some of her hair, and ripped it from her head, before the arm retreated back into the mirror. Behind the glass, the reflected Sephira was sniffing at the hair she'd tore out, and then began rubbing it against her face, much like a cat would rub against its owner's leg, smiling in ecstasy.

Meanwhile, across the room, Amaris and Rowan were staring into the kaleidoscopic glass orb and it shimmered and shifted with the subtleties of their angles, showing more and more colors. Until Amaris touched it. It flared a bright, blinding white, disabling the pair temporarily, only a trill or five. As they recovered, they would see colorful spots in their vision for a moment before their eyes would show them a much different world. A much... larger world. The table the orb sat upon, that stood at waist height for Rowan earlier, now appeared to be several stories above him. The ceiling was so distant now that it blurred into obscurity. The smaller Sephira was now a giant.

They had shrunk.

Rowan stood a mere 1 inch, while Amaris stood 1.5, of course. Charlie returned through the door from his workshop, cup in hand, "Here you... " Turning toward Sephira, "Where did your friends go?" He then saw Sephira's reflection in its state, "Careful with that one. She's handsy."

To Amaris and Rowan, his simple speech was booming thunder, that could be deciphered if they tried really hard. Down on the floor, or rather, much lower on the floor now, they could see more intricacies in the shop. Even underneath the table the glass orb sat upon, were beautiful engravings. The floorboards hand etched, the legs of the table adorned with leaves of wood, the mouse hole in the corner tucked right in behind a shelf, just out of sight of anyone full sized. Charlie began walking toward where the pair had been, his foot steps loud and menacing, "Such a shame they couldn't stick around. They were so nice."

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