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11-19-2013, 04:14 PM
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Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men. Music. How long it had been since such sweet melodies reached his ears, how much he had longed for tunes not of his own making to spread upon the winds. And never before had the centaur heard such heart-wrenching, pulse-shaking, mind-blowing passion in any piece before. He was drawn towards it, irresistibly, he wanted, no needed to know who it was that in this land all savagery and harsh struggle for survival possessed such culture, such refinement of heart and spirit - and such power too, as to command the very elements. What he saw as he arrived upon the beach, for once having abandoned the frigid tundra and snow-capped mountains of the northern realms, was a gathering quite unlike any he had seen before. A tall stallion exuding both gentle kindness and overwhelming authority stood upon the earth in playful relaxation, the concentration as he called forth the hidden melodies of the water and the earth appearing to have drawn close others besides himself. Numerous horses were gathered around, horned and hornless, and to the delighted astonishment of the half-man he even spotted winged equids - a race he had never thought to be able to see, so rare were they said to be. More and more he found himself glad to have come to this Helovia. The surprises were endless, the magic of the land was impressive, and as he settled down in the outskirts of the gathering Kelec caught himself humming along with the soulful tunes, wordless voice attempting to join in without wanting to disturb. It would be such a shame if he were to interrupt the magnificent maestro. (Wishlist: [Magic | Earth] - Able to summon any tool or weapon from his imagination  |
HP:40Helovia Hard Mode
Permission granted at all times to use magic and violence on Kelec
