Tales of the Dying World (Irish x Wind) | 1x1

[Wind Hime Princess]

In the world of fantasy where many races lived together, peaceful or not, something was brewing in the background. It started with the demon race, which was dying off as fast as the eye can see. This led to other races being affected and they blamed the demon races for it. To save his own race, a young man headed off to search for the answers in the ancient books. Through this journey, one demon had the chance to meet the seemingly last member of the extinct races of ancient beings.  

[Wind Hime Princess]

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It was a new day and a usual routine. Woke up, ate and went on a patrol around the cabin Metis lived in. Nothing changed around these parts, aside from the appearance and disappearance of animals and trees when the season changed. Well, it used to be that way when she first moved here.

Somehow after a long time of her living here, the situation regarding the mountain range she lived in changed. The mountains remained rock solid, but the trees and the animals mutated into an improved or horrible forms. They acted more aggressive, and she learned not to interact with them more than before, while purifying or defending against the creatures that seemed to have lost their mind. A strange occasion.

Human interaction chances improved much more. Somehow more human-like being started appearing in the area, searching for something. Hidden behind some corner, she occasionally watched their activities, but found nothing concrete. Most of them died off after about a week due to the danger of the mutant creatures.

It seemed another human-like people arrived today, travelling through carriage of some kind. Merchants, maybe? Finding those people uninteresting, she continued her purpose of patrolling before returning to her cabin. On the way back though, she felt a presence nearby, someone especially close to her home.

Alerted, she hid behind a shadow. A talisman gradually appearing in her hands, preparing to attack if possible. The person was a bit too far away to be seen clearly, but he seemed to posses dark skin and platinum golden like hair. She couldn't see his ears, so she wasn't sure if that was a human, a demon or any other being.

Definitely not the beastkin folks though.

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MOOD ▣ Calm || COMPANY ◈ Hmm, is someone there? || OOC ▣
OUTFIT ◈ Like picture.



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The Irish Blaggard

 

[TheIrishBlaggard]

Where I am : Clearing at the base of the mountains ¦ Who I'm With : Nobody that he can see


The air in this part of the world had a sickening, almost greasy stench to it that left a burning tickle in Eras's nostrils and throat with every breath he took. As he rode through the forests to get here he saw trees gnarled and twisted into the stuff childrens nightmares, and even once or twist swore he saw them warp further out of the corner of his eye as he passed. Even the creatures here had not been spared whatever corruption was plaguing the land. He had tried to hunt small game in the woods but any he found he would not dare to eat. Many looked as though they has suffered generations of inbreeding or had been magically warped into viscious beasts. Of the more normal looking ones he did catch he'd often find that the corruption had simply affected their inards; a rabbit he had hunted just the other day turned out to be filled with pulsing boils and strange ichor, and Eras had questioned how it could have been alive at all in the first place. Part of this relieved him, as it confirmed that whatever curse had befallen his people was not confined to their lands. However the fact that it had spread even this far from his home terrified him even more. It surely meant that most, if not all of the known world was also suffering.

Eventually the trees thinned out and became sparse, opening out into a wider plain at the base of a tall mountain range. Eras squinted, his eyes adjusting from the darkness of the forest. The air here was.. different. Perhaps the confined nature of the forest had simply concentrated the smell but this area surrounding the mountains almost seemed fresher. Not perfect, but definitely better. Perhaps what he was looking for truly was hid somewhere in these mountains after all, he dared to hope. He gave his horse, a grey mare named Shyanne, a gentle kick to urge her onwards, but as the horse crossed the threshhold from the forest to the plains she resisted, panicking and almost throwing Eras from his saddle.
"Easy- easy girl!" Eras grunted, pulling tightly on Shyanne's reigns. He managed to get a hand to her neck and after a few minutes of stroking she had calmed again, mostly. Shyanne obviously wasn't keen on getting any closer to these mountains, so with a heavy sigh Eras stepped off from the saddle to continue on foot. Leaving his bow and quiver strapped to the saddle he gave the mare a firm pat on her neck before taking off towards the mountain's base.

It wasn't difficult to see that Eras wasn't the only person who had followed a rumour here. As he slowly walked closer to the mountains he came across tracks of many different humanoid races that he recognised, and quite a few that he didn't which he assumed belonged to beasts. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad news. Many of the tracks were recent which meant people were still coming here to find something, which meant that no one had found it yet. However, maybe there was simply nothing to find. In his search for answers Eras had already come across many dead ends, supposedly ancient legends turning out to have been old wive's tales, so it wouldn't surprise him if this was just one more. Either way if this spot was still being hunted up until recently then there was a good chance Eras wasn't alone here. These days people were paranoid and sacred, he'd been ambushed more than once on his travels by starving peasants and would-be bandits, and anything searching here was likely as desperate as Eras himself. Slowly, he drew his longsword from the scabbard on his back, gripping his tightly as he took a guarded stance and carefully scanned the area around him looking for anything out of place.

His position wasn't great. Standing near the base of the mountain now Eras was surrounded by rocky outcroppings, small clusters of withered trees and gnarled bushes all of which made a good hiding spot for an ambusher. Then, he caught something. All demons had a strong connection to magic, even a demon like Eras who was unskilled in its use could still feel it when a strong magical force was nearby. It was simply a part of them. This though, this was different. He had simply thought it part of the same strange aura he felt almost everywhere in his travels, but in truth he just hadn't recognised it. It was a magic he was unfamiliar with, but it was a magic none the less, and this area was steeped in it. He tried to focus on it, to hone in on its source, but to no avail. Older demons could pinpoint a magic user a mile away, but younger demons like him didn't have the same power. It left Eras with little choice.

"If there's someone here, come out and stop hiding!" Eras barked at no one in particular, his eyes darting from each rocky crevasse and potential hiding spot, turning on his heel with his blade pointed outwards.

"Try to stay hidden, and I'll assume you're an enemy!"




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Wind Hime Princess

 

[Wind Hime Princess]

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It was surprising that the person figured that Metis was in the vicinity. He did not radiated strong magical ability, so she supposed his magic sense were unusually good for some reason. Based on him looking around and being alerted, she supposed that he did not know where she was, just the generally feeling that she was nearby.

That gave her some leeway for several approaches. She could sneak back the house, pull a sneak attack or just scare him away. The main idea was not prevent him from finding her home. Replacing her offensive talisman with an illusionary one, she summoned out a illusion of a beautiful snow spirit like being, though her color looked more like a brown mountain. Carefully curving her magic, she directed the illusion to appear before the man and called out. The act drained a bit of her magic every second.

It would not be a problem for her mana pool, since it was trained to be unusually high, but the less time she spent on the illusion, the better.

"Leave this place. This is not where you shall go." The spirit curtsied politely, making sure to stand before the direction leading to Metis home. There was a magical entrance for fast travel to her home, and she did not want him to find it.

Because of his drawn sword and stance, she did not count on the illusion to scare the man away, seeing him being someone who knew to defend himself well. Speaking of which, she was supposed to put wards onto the surrounding area, how did this man managed to get here? Any trespasser would be transported or be put on an illusion to lead them astray to safety.

While she did not want anyone to find her home, she wanted them to be safe.

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MOOD ▣ Calm || COMPANY ◈ There is someone. || OOC ▣
OUTFIT ◈ Like picture.



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The Irish Blaggard