09-04-2016, 06:31 AM
Ashley did not waste time in acknowledging the other one. He was entirely aware that he had all the time in the world—for the land had given him back his sense of immortality; at least for the time being—and that this was not a time to be discriminatory over one’s company. Glancing over the black monster, as the label was so aptly described, his amber eyes lit with the sense that this was one who had known power in his life—and too had been stripped of it.
The other did not waste time with pleasantries. What use was there, when there were so many other things at hand to address? Ashley could respect that in this one. He nodded before speaking.“I’m Ashley,” he says, vaguely aware of the crackling around him. There was still magic in this land; however it was not his for the taking—yet. “I have been here an age before, when things like this have happened. Unfortunately, it has never been quite this bad.”. He stretched out his neck, and cracked his shoulders, the bones cracking where one there should have been wings. “The land is angry. The all-mother has seen fit to depose us of our gifts, it seems. I was stuck in a pillar of stone and dragged away to the beach after the fall of the last war. When the magic faded, it seems I was awoken to a world stuck in some sort of sick time-warp.”
He snorted, and looked around. The mountain ahead was leering in front of him, almost beckoning him to make the journey…. To see if he would dare to deem himself worthy of what would meet him at the top. He was not as his mother was, or any other of his line. Ashley had always held onto the wisdom and guidance of another… and the marked madness of an orange pumpkin king with hallowed out eyes. Though he had respected his mentor with all the knowledge a king can possess, there was no denying that Covet had been mad. And so Ashley had put aside his fears and learned to live by the faith of his own wisdom—if he could not see to ascertain it for himself, it did not exist. Such the attitude for a magician, after all; cheap conjurer of tricks that he was.
“Gunsynd, you said? What land did you come from, and where are you going next? It seems that the all-mother bids to play a game with us. A quest of trials, so to speak. For though this has happened before, it has never been such that the land stays angry with us forever. You will be blessed again—if the land deems you worthy.”
The other did not waste time with pleasantries. What use was there, when there were so many other things at hand to address? Ashley could respect that in this one. He nodded before speaking.“I’m Ashley,” he says, vaguely aware of the crackling around him. There was still magic in this land; however it was not his for the taking—yet. “I have been here an age before, when things like this have happened. Unfortunately, it has never been quite this bad.”. He stretched out his neck, and cracked his shoulders, the bones cracking where one there should have been wings. “The land is angry. The all-mother has seen fit to depose us of our gifts, it seems. I was stuck in a pillar of stone and dragged away to the beach after the fall of the last war. When the magic faded, it seems I was awoken to a world stuck in some sort of sick time-warp.”
He snorted, and looked around. The mountain ahead was leering in front of him, almost beckoning him to make the journey…. To see if he would dare to deem himself worthy of what would meet him at the top. He was not as his mother was, or any other of his line. Ashley had always held onto the wisdom and guidance of another… and the marked madness of an orange pumpkin king with hallowed out eyes. Though he had respected his mentor with all the knowledge a king can possess, there was no denying that Covet had been mad. And so Ashley had put aside his fears and learned to live by the faith of his own wisdom—if he could not see to ascertain it for himself, it did not exist. Such the attitude for a magician, after all; cheap conjurer of tricks that he was.
“Gunsynd, you said? What land did you come from, and where are you going next? It seems that the all-mother bids to play a game with us. A quest of trials, so to speak. For though this has happened before, it has never been such that the land stays angry with us forever. You will be blessed again—if the land deems you worthy.”
ashley
how many times can I break ‘til I shatter?