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Legolas · 01-15-2010, 05:40 AM

Ydalon

Having donned his sky-blue robe with the forked lightning pattern, the boy watched the heavens descend upon those around him. The fires burned with a fury to match every settlement and outpost in their wake.
Most stars, he knew, were shooting towards the capital itself, the seat of power for mighty rulers today and the mighty one of tomorrow. But some of these descending stars had changed course, seeing their flaming kin beckoning yellow and orange and smoky from this little village which would soon cease to be. They could all feel special and chosen, Ydalon thought with pride.
He fished a cloth map from his sling and discarded it in a nearby raspberry bush, reflecting on the changes and disturbingly unconcerned by the violence surrounding him now.

It was in ages past that just such a surge brought magic into the world of men, and it was doing so once more. Ydalon thought it best to get the people of old Horton organized, and raised both arms hoping to be heard.

"Hey everyone, stick together! I need you to cross the river, right, by the stone bridge. If you can walk, get going! Blackies on the left side, shinies on the right, if you got another change or just don't know, stand in the middle. Oh, and I'm a girl. Go on, move!"

01-15-2010, 05:40 AM	#187
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 41 Posts: 5,459	Re: Antagonist’s Anarchy: Magical Creature Ydalon Having donned his sky-blue robe with the forked lightning pattern, the boy watched the heavens descend upon those around him. The fires burned with a fury to match every settlement and outpost in their wake. Most stars, he knew, were shooting towards the capital itself, the seat of power for mighty rulers today and the mighty one of tomorrow. But some of these descending stars had changed course, seeing their flaming kin beckoning yellow and orange and smoky from this little village which would soon cease to be. They could all feel special and chosen, Ydalon thought with pride. He fished a cloth map from his sling and discarded it in a nearby raspberry bush, reflecting on the changes and disturbingly unconcerned by the violence surrounding him now. It was in ages past that just such a surge brought magic into the world of men, and it was doing so once more. Ydalon thought it best to get the people of old Horton organized, and raised both arms hoping to be heard. "Hey everyone, stick together! I need you to cross the river, right, by the stone bridge. If you can walk, get going! Blackies on the left side, shinies on the right, if you got another change or just don't know, stand in the middle. Oh, and I'm a girl. Go on, move!"