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d'Artagnan
March 13th, 2012 at 5:51pm
d’Art climbed his way up the narrow path that kept him safe from the
rather slow lava flow of the volcano. It wasn’t something you saw very
often and before he had begun this travel upwards, d’Artagnan had
watched in fascination as the lava oozed its way out of its cage and
slithered down the rocky slopes. For something so destructive it
looked rather serene. That wasn’t what he had come here for. It was
something rather more profound and the mahogany stag ran through what
he was going to say as his grey hooves reached the entrance to the
shrine.
He halted for a little while as to catch his breath so he could
speak clearly, a red stomach moved a little faster than normal.
Regaining his composure, d’Art raised his head and walked into the
shrine of the earth god then proceeded to bow in respect. Holding his
normal formal expression d’Artagnan spoke "Hail the lord of the earth!
I seek guidance on those plants and other earthly foliage that can be
used to kill and save. Teach me of poison and antidote great God of
the Earth!” His voice rang with passion, mismatched eyes burned as he
spoke the words committed to memory. He had been blessed by this gods
brother with the powers to heal others, d’Artagnan now wanted the
knowledge to aid the herd he was now partly responsible for and to
kill all those who defied them.
Mauja the FrostHeart
March 14th, 2012 at 5:21pm
Mauja absolutely hated heat, so he was not thrilled at accompanying
d'Artagnan to the Vein of the Gods. The heat from the volcano made him
uncomfortable. He was a creature of the north. One that loved and
adored snow and ice, not one that wanted to be surrounded by heat,
lava, volcanoes, fire.
He said nothing as he traveled with d'Artagnan and still said nothing
as his doctor called upon the God of the Earth. His white tail flicked
and he looked over at the red stallion as he waited for the god to
descend to speak with them; his children that wanted knowledge of
poisons, antidotes, and other plant properties. His gaze moved from
d'Art to the sky and he waited.
God of the Earth
March 18th, 2012 at 7:56pm
The sound of rumbling underneath the travelers’ hooves begin, with a
light shaking of the earth. Colored mists of every shade of green,
brown and blue begin to seep from the shrine, and then, in an instant,
a looming figure appears behind it. A jolly whistle greets them,
warding off the rather ominous feeling cast by a large shadow. The God
steps forward, pulling his massive form around the shrine, revealing a
large, bay body.
Emerald eyes twinkle first at D’artagnan, then stray to the icy figure
of Mauja. With a flap of enormous wings, feathers tug loose and swirl
in the air before the limbs rest on the great back of the Earth God.
Tips of white stream from the edges of his mane, reflecting the chill
of winter that would surround the air, were it not for the lava that
swirled and trailed down the side of the mountain. “Welcome, my sons,”
the God says, smile tugging on his features. They were roughly carved,
as if punched out of stone with a crude instrument, but the soft hands
of time smoothed out the rougher lines, curving the features and
giving him an oddly rugged yet delicate appearance.
“Poisons, boy? What good could those bring?” he asks, his green eyes
narrowing shrewdly. The god did not care for such suspicious things
being granted by his magic. “You seem like a bit of a shady
character,” he says, voice calm but powerful. “Especially your friend
back there.” The god lifts his head, decorated by two massive ram
horns, in contemplation. What the stallion before him asked was simple
enough, yet there was a cruelty in its reason that made him hesitant
to grant such a wish.
After letting out a long sigh, like the rushing of a waterfall, the
God look directly at the smaller unicorn before him. “My sister has
granted you the ability to heal, yet you seek the power to kill. It
seems a waste.” Saddened by these boys, the God’s face looked wrinkled
and tired. Even the emerald eyes, usually so full of life, seemed a
bit dull. “I will impart my knowledge to you, but with this knowledge
will come a curse, D’Artagnan of the World’s Edge. For every soul that
falls ill by your doing, you must also improve the life of another. If
you do not, your body will grow weak, you will fall sick, and,
eventually, you might even die if you plague too many and give nothing
back.”
The great figure of the God was completely still, his frame locked in
position as his eyes watched the unicorns carefully. “Do you accept
this price?”
d'Artagnan
April 1st, 2012 at 11:08am
d’Artagnan had a hard time listening to the god at first with his
appearance intriguing the stallion. He knew the gods were different so
it would make sense for them to look different, the earth god
obviously representing the earth itself. Yet it still left the blood
bay dumbfounded on first appearance, he wasn’t sure what he was
expecting but his imagination hadn’t quite stretched to this level.
When the god mentioned the poisons d’Art managed to pull himself from
his initial shock and concentrate on the words he spoke. The god
clearly had suspicions of d’Artagnan and the stallion knew that it
probably wouldn’t bode well for a healer to be seeking such things.
However, if the race of the unicorn was ever to reign supreme, this
knowledge might be one of the major keys into bringing it to fruition.
He listened as the god laid his terms for such knowledge. There was
always a price and it was something d’Artagnan had kept in mind before
coming up here, if he did not follow the terms he would grow sick and
maybe even die. Death was not something that bothered d’Art too much,
he’d been near it before and had still managed to claw his way back to
the living. Although this time it was death through sickness and the
red stag now knew that if he accepted these terms it’d be like signing
his own fate away. The future was still uncertain and d’Artagnan
didn’t know if he’d be able to keep the poison and the healing balance
always true, the context of situation may force him to upset the
balance.
In comparison it allowed him to easily eliminate enemies and heal his
own kind. It was a risk, d’Artagnan noted, but one that must be taken
in order to gain another step towards the true and perfect world.
d’Art raised his eyes to the strange looking God of Earth and replied
"I understand the price… I accept this as my fate if I do not concur
to such rules”. The stallion watched the God and wondered what Mauja
thought of the whole thing, he’d been silent all the way here and
d’Artagnan didn’t want to press him if the King felt no need to say
anything.
April 18th, 2012 at 11:30am
The giant watches D'Artagnan carefully, emerald green eyes intensely
staring at the mortal who sought knowledge to end the lives of others.
The stallion did not seem to fear the possibility of death, which
puzzled the Earth God tremendously. What was more important than the
life of yourself? The life of others, perhaps, but this stallion knew
not of what he would consider love. The plan which rested in the
unicorn's minds was insidious, whatever it was, but the Earth God
hoped that he could control the spread of poison to this sole
individual.
He might meet illness, the God thought, but at least he would try to
avoid death. Most would fight against the slipping into the after
life.
The pause before the agreement was a sign that it had been thoroughly
thought over. The Earth God was pleased that he at least considered
declining. Eventually, the greed so rampant among his children won
over, and a sadness rested in those wide, green eyes. "Very well," he
said, his rumbling voice quiet, but still powerful.
Stepping closer to the unicorn, the God stretched out his muzzle to
touch the soft fur of D'Artagnan's shoulder. With that touch, a
flooding of images began to surge toward the bay stallion's mind.
Herbs, their names, where they could be found, their poisonous
properties, and their antidotes all became one orderly collage of
knowledge to the young man. Some that caused the flesh to rot, others
that would bring a flood of blood to your mouth, and those that would
drag your illness for weeks, leading to an inevitable yet painful
death. The Earth God knew the possibilities of all his creations,
sharing this slice with the healer from the Edge.
When the God stepped back, years of study were left on easy recall for
D'Artagnan. "Guard your knowledge well, my son," he warned, his voice
heavy and serious. "For it will not protect you from the effects of
these plants, should your friend turn to enemy."
Within the blink of an eye, the colossus had disappeared.
March 13th, 2012 at 5:51pm
d’Art climbed his way up the narrow path that kept him safe from the
rather slow lava flow of the volcano. It wasn’t something you saw very
often and before he had begun this travel upwards, d’Artagnan had
watched in fascination as the lava oozed its way out of its cage and
slithered down the rocky slopes. For something so destructive it
looked rather serene. That wasn’t what he had come here for. It was
something rather more profound and the mahogany stag ran through what
he was going to say as his grey hooves reached the entrance to the
shrine.
He halted for a little while as to catch his breath so he could
speak clearly, a red stomach moved a little faster than normal.
Regaining his composure, d’Art raised his head and walked into the
shrine of the earth god then proceeded to bow in respect. Holding his
normal formal expression d’Artagnan spoke "Hail the lord of the earth!
I seek guidance on those plants and other earthly foliage that can be
used to kill and save. Teach me of poison and antidote great God of
the Earth!” His voice rang with passion, mismatched eyes burned as he
spoke the words committed to memory. He had been blessed by this gods
brother with the powers to heal others, d’Artagnan now wanted the
knowledge to aid the herd he was now partly responsible for and to
kill all those who defied them.
Mauja the FrostHeart
March 14th, 2012 at 5:21pm
Mauja absolutely hated heat, so he was not thrilled at accompanying
d'Artagnan to the Vein of the Gods. The heat from the volcano made him
uncomfortable. He was a creature of the north. One that loved and
adored snow and ice, not one that wanted to be surrounded by heat,
lava, volcanoes, fire.
He said nothing as he traveled with d'Artagnan and still said nothing
as his doctor called upon the God of the Earth. His white tail flicked
and he looked over at the red stallion as he waited for the god to
descend to speak with them; his children that wanted knowledge of
poisons, antidotes, and other plant properties. His gaze moved from
d'Art to the sky and he waited.
God of the Earth
March 18th, 2012 at 7:56pm
The sound of rumbling underneath the travelers’ hooves begin, with a
light shaking of the earth. Colored mists of every shade of green,
brown and blue begin to seep from the shrine, and then, in an instant,
a looming figure appears behind it. A jolly whistle greets them,
warding off the rather ominous feeling cast by a large shadow. The God
steps forward, pulling his massive form around the shrine, revealing a
large, bay body.
Emerald eyes twinkle first at D’artagnan, then stray to the icy figure
of Mauja. With a flap of enormous wings, feathers tug loose and swirl
in the air before the limbs rest on the great back of the Earth God.
Tips of white stream from the edges of his mane, reflecting the chill
of winter that would surround the air, were it not for the lava that
swirled and trailed down the side of the mountain. “Welcome, my sons,”
the God says, smile tugging on his features. They were roughly carved,
as if punched out of stone with a crude instrument, but the soft hands
of time smoothed out the rougher lines, curving the features and
giving him an oddly rugged yet delicate appearance.
“Poisons, boy? What good could those bring?” he asks, his green eyes
narrowing shrewdly. The god did not care for such suspicious things
being granted by his magic. “You seem like a bit of a shady
character,” he says, voice calm but powerful. “Especially your friend
back there.” The god lifts his head, decorated by two massive ram
horns, in contemplation. What the stallion before him asked was simple
enough, yet there was a cruelty in its reason that made him hesitant
to grant such a wish.
After letting out a long sigh, like the rushing of a waterfall, the
God look directly at the smaller unicorn before him. “My sister has
granted you the ability to heal, yet you seek the power to kill. It
seems a waste.” Saddened by these boys, the God’s face looked wrinkled
and tired. Even the emerald eyes, usually so full of life, seemed a
bit dull. “I will impart my knowledge to you, but with this knowledge
will come a curse, D’Artagnan of the World’s Edge. For every soul that
falls ill by your doing, you must also improve the life of another. If
you do not, your body will grow weak, you will fall sick, and,
eventually, you might even die if you plague too many and give nothing
back.”
The great figure of the God was completely still, his frame locked in
position as his eyes watched the unicorns carefully. “Do you accept
this price?”
d'Artagnan
April 1st, 2012 at 11:08am
d’Artagnan had a hard time listening to the god at first with his
appearance intriguing the stallion. He knew the gods were different so
it would make sense for them to look different, the earth god
obviously representing the earth itself. Yet it still left the blood
bay dumbfounded on first appearance, he wasn’t sure what he was
expecting but his imagination hadn’t quite stretched to this level.
When the god mentioned the poisons d’Art managed to pull himself from
his initial shock and concentrate on the words he spoke. The god
clearly had suspicions of d’Artagnan and the stallion knew that it
probably wouldn’t bode well for a healer to be seeking such things.
However, if the race of the unicorn was ever to reign supreme, this
knowledge might be one of the major keys into bringing it to fruition.
He listened as the god laid his terms for such knowledge. There was
always a price and it was something d’Artagnan had kept in mind before
coming up here, if he did not follow the terms he would grow sick and
maybe even die. Death was not something that bothered d’Art too much,
he’d been near it before and had still managed to claw his way back to
the living. Although this time it was death through sickness and the
red stag now knew that if he accepted these terms it’d be like signing
his own fate away. The future was still uncertain and d’Artagnan
didn’t know if he’d be able to keep the poison and the healing balance
always true, the context of situation may force him to upset the
balance.
In comparison it allowed him to easily eliminate enemies and heal his
own kind. It was a risk, d’Artagnan noted, but one that must be taken
in order to gain another step towards the true and perfect world.
d’Art raised his eyes to the strange looking God of Earth and replied
"I understand the price… I accept this as my fate if I do not concur
to such rules”. The stallion watched the God and wondered what Mauja
thought of the whole thing, he’d been silent all the way here and
d’Artagnan didn’t want to press him if the King felt no need to say
anything.
April 18th, 2012 at 11:30am
The giant watches D'Artagnan carefully, emerald green eyes intensely
staring at the mortal who sought knowledge to end the lives of others.
The stallion did not seem to fear the possibility of death, which
puzzled the Earth God tremendously. What was more important than the
life of yourself? The life of others, perhaps, but this stallion knew
not of what he would consider love. The plan which rested in the
unicorn's minds was insidious, whatever it was, but the Earth God
hoped that he could control the spread of poison to this sole
individual.
He might meet illness, the God thought, but at least he would try to
avoid death. Most would fight against the slipping into the after
life.
The pause before the agreement was a sign that it had been thoroughly
thought over. The Earth God was pleased that he at least considered
declining. Eventually, the greed so rampant among his children won
over, and a sadness rested in those wide, green eyes. "Very well," he
said, his rumbling voice quiet, but still powerful.
Stepping closer to the unicorn, the God stretched out his muzzle to
touch the soft fur of D'Artagnan's shoulder. With that touch, a
flooding of images began to surge toward the bay stallion's mind.
Herbs, their names, where they could be found, their poisonous
properties, and their antidotes all became one orderly collage of
knowledge to the young man. Some that caused the flesh to rot, others
that would bring a flood of blood to your mouth, and those that would
drag your illness for weeks, leading to an inevitable yet painful
death. The Earth God knew the possibilities of all his creations,
sharing this slice with the healer from the Edge.
When the God stepped back, years of study were left on easy recall for
D'Artagnan. "Guard your knowledge well, my son," he warned, his voice
heavy and serious. "For it will not protect you from the effects of
these plants, should your friend turn to enemy."
Within the blink of an eye, the colossus had disappeared.
