The Eyes Burn in the Dark [Maegon, Malemar, Winter, Astrea]

[Rovan Dermane]

AV 511, 23d day of Spring. The Aylasa Caves It was their second day of travel. It was late dusk. The traveling party had prepared themselves for anything the Kabrin Road might have in store for them: each one with their personal equipment and gear. The setting sun blazed through the trees of the darkening forest, its streaks of light causing Malemar's blade to glint sharply. Rovan thought back to the moment they had exited the Gates of Syliras. He could still picture its massive Gates, and the vast indoor corridors of the city. He would have enjoyed exploring the city further, but alas, this chance was too good to miss. He wanted to see as much of the world as possible, before his time was due. His thoughts returned to his stiffening legs. He needed to rest soon. He wondered if the others were as tired as him, or if it was merely his lacking stamina. They had not passed by any shelter this day, to Rovan's regret. He preferred somewhere in cover of the potentional rain. Just then he heard something wet drop on top of his cowl. He scowled inwardly. But before he could start cursing the trees for bathing him in old raindrops, his eyes caught hold of something. A fork divided from the road, leaving a smaller path protuding from it in another direction. Rovan raised his head as he traced the old path as long as sight allowed him to. This trail was old and overgrown, leading slightly uphill. There seemed to be some rocky formation at the end of it, covered by bushes and plants. Perhaps at the end of that trail, they could find some sort of shelter. Rovan looked back at the others, to see if they saw the same as him.

[Astrea Rose Griffin]

As Astrea walked with the traveling group she began to feel her feet ache in her tightly fitted shoes. Her horse walked along side of her quietly holding one of her bags she brought along on the journey filled with all of her necessities. Even though her feet ached she didn’t complain, she was already having a good time traveling through the woods even though nothing exciting had happened yet. At least it was better than being trapped inside of an orphanage all day. As they walked she couldn’t help but notice the plants and animals they would pass by as they ventured on land. She smiled happily until she heard a low rumble of thunder. She looked up at the dark cloudy sky as heavy drops of rain fell down around them drenching them all in water. Her golden blonde hair lost its glow as it absorbed the water making her hair stick to her face. A gust of wind blew by causing Astrea to shiver from the cold. “S-should we set up our tents? It looks like it is going to get worse.” She said stuttering a little as she shivered from the cold. Her horse neighed a little showing its dissatisfaction of the rain drenching them both.

OOC: Ok so I can't download skype so here is my IM username Astrea_Rose If that doesn't work then tell me of an IM website that you all use and I will make an account for that instead. Currently I am using meebo.

[Malemar]

Strolling along, Malemar felt the light warmth upon his face of the setting sun. Casually, he walked by, following the others, surveying the landscape as he went. After a time he looked at his companions, examining them almost. Astrea seemed content, almost happy it seemed, examining her surroundings, as they must have been new to her. He looked at Rovan for the first time in a while and noticed that he was staring at something intently. Following the mans eyes, he found what it was that he was staring at. An overgrown path, seperating from the one they were on and leading to a rocky outcropping. Seeking shelter for the night. he thought that maybe it could be examined, and decided to voice his opinions. "I see it too, Rovan." He glanced at Rovan, letting him know that he was there and thinking along the same lines. Possibly. "What say we take a little detour and check it out? It could provide us with some shelter for the night, and if not, it may be worth a look anyway." He eyed Rovan, waiting for a reply, almost willing that he would agree to the venture.

[Rovan Dermane]

Rovan considered the possibility, pulling his cowl a little further down over his head. It seemed the weather was rather shifty and unpredictable. It gave brief showers of rain and gusts of wind with the sun still burning off its last heat for the day. It would be wise to seek away from a cold and wet night. He looked at Malemar, at last giving a nod of consent. "Yes," he exhaled, "Let us." Rovan went to the side and swept out his hand in a flamboyant arc, offering the slightest of bows to Malemar. "After you." he said with a theatrical voice of courtesy. The irony was evident in his plastered smirk, though the jest was half-heartedly with weariness. When the party would start to walk up the hill, he would follow in behind - his long robe gracing over the unkept vegetation.

[Maegon]

Maegon was, beyond everything, tired. Ever since they left Syliras, it had been an exciting trip, but on the end of the first day he understood why not many people ventured far from the cities: if you went on foot, your feet would weigh like a pair of rocks; if you let the horse do the work, the pain in the back wouldn't even let you sleep. Maegon promptly chose the first one. Other than that, their trip was being fairly exciting. They hadn't left the Knight's reach, or were too far from it, in the best case, but the overgrown plants were considerably "wilder" and less "domestic" than the perfectly pretty trees they used to plant in the city. While it was a sudden change of setting, Maegon welcomed it half excited and half terrified: the thought of being out of safety, with four people he barely knew, kept a whisper of death at every turn, but the fact that it kept his senses busy on the lookout for danger was stimulating. Maybe he was being childish, or maybe everyone felt like that. But now it was starting to rain, and Rovan pointed an old trail with maybe a cave at the end, possibly a place to stay until the rain wore off. Maegon made sure the bags his horse carried weren't vulnerable to the raindrops, and led it uphill, on the direction Rovan pointed. He couldn't help but feel a little worried with Rovan's apparent willingness to stay behind, but tried to contain his fears. Malemar was there, and Winter too. Maegon could just stick to one of them, and that would already up his chance of survival. He hoped.

[Winter]

Winter walked in a rather calm pace as he followed the group side by side, falling into the serenity of the forest, one he was already used to. As he walked, the rain started to pour rather slowly and it appeared it wasn’t going to rain so bad, although in the other hand, his instincts knew of the contrary and so the rest of the group acknowledged before him, since he was minding his own business, thinking on what could happen in the near future. He didn’t wish to fight so soon… That would be such a rough start, taking wounds without even seen any new the sights than forest and trees would just be a waste of time and ideas. Still in his human form, he eyes the group as these start to question the weather and some get annoyed by the changes happening over the clouds. Rovan and Malemar decided to check up what seemed to be a small shelter of this "misty" traill to set their tents down,apparently overgrown in vegetation. How convenient for them. Both man decide to check it and Winter felt he couldn’t left behind, even, by not mentioning his name to go explore the newfound zone he felt rather offended. He could not leave his pride behind and shut his mouth, no, he had to go with the group. He pulls his singled armed satchel from his shoulder, holding her with one hand – “Like I needed an invitation, right…” – he loudly grunts to the group as he starts to strip his jacket quickly and almost jumping out of his baggy sack pants; throwing all of it inside of his satchel, mizas, his bird call, his personal items and even his flask of water, all stuffed in the same place. He didn’t even care if he was going to be naked in the presence of them; he was a Kelvic after all, a pure naturalist. He throws his satchel to Astrea, who’d be rather focused on the sights, could not miss his satchel, if she did miss it, well… lots of picking up to do. It is not long until his body dissolves in an rather spectacular swirl of lights, and almost in the same instant, a white timber wolf is revealed from the flashes. A little bit oversized for a wolf Winter runs closer to both Rovan and Malemar and in a instant , takes the head of the group. He looks up to both men faces and he strolled by, his scarred left eye could be seen. To Winter, finding a shelter was perhaps, the less important goal to be achieved, he could always roll up in his fur coat and have a decent, warm night; it was after all, in his nature. Aiding the group in this one, he starts to sniff the air tracking any scents close by, if anything really bad was around, Winter should now be acknowledged of its existence. His ears follow any sound that breaks the silence of the woods; he’s focused in the surroundings. As nothing appeared to bother him, he “lowered” his attention and senses and went back to low guard, following the two, now in the same horizontal line these two walked. If this shelter was in the top of the road, Malemar’s fishing skills would go to waste, their only hope was there would be some kind of water nascent near the shelter or perhaps, other people living there, if it was a cave, same would happen; Winter had no idea what could be there, it seemed to be something blocking his flair. Winter could go out hunting with the aid of Malemar, would be more dangerous to both of them, but it was worth the risk if that meant a full stomach. Winter did not think much of Maegon so far, perhaps just a scared little man looking for a trip, no special skills or any kind of specialty, he hoped there were more behind his "ant-ish" figure.

[Astrea Rose Griffin]

As Winter undressed Astrea quickly looked away to be decent, but as she turned back around and clumsily caught his bag, she was amazed by the magical transformation. Never had she ever seen anything so spectacular. She watched as the human body was surrounded by light and then quickly turned into an over sized white wolf. She stared wide eyed at the animal standing in front of her. It was a pretty large wolf, probably taller than she was since she was so petite. It took her a while to process that this wolf was still Winter, but she soon got used to the fact that he wasn’t exactly human. After her sudden moment of awe and amazement Astrea began to walk down the path Rovane suggested carrying her horse behind her and crushing plants under her shoes. She hoped they would quickly find some shelter so that she could dry herself off and get out of this gloomy rain.

OOC: http://xat.com/MizaharAdventure That is the link that Rovane made for us Got online when yo can so we can discuss what will be happening in our amazing adventure.

[Rovan Dermane]

Winter transformed and took front of the group, being the first to discover what was at the end of the road. It took only a few minutes for the Kelvic to reach it. Strolling past the next tree, the timber wolf saw a large cliffside that almost seemed to erupt from the bottom of the forest, towering above them like a massive wall. There were less trees here, as the ground close to the cliff grew steeper. At the foot of the cliffside, there were two cave entrances - the one placed right above the other. The largest one was at the bottom, and blocked by a heavy stone, leaving only a few thin cracks open to the outside. It lead out into a natural canal of water that somewhat followed parallel with the old trail. The stream of water came from the smaller cave entrance a good 6-7 feet above, fossing out as a gentle curtain over the lower cave. It seemed the water came from somewhere beyond the cliffside, its source likely deep within that cave's tunnel. As Winter saw this, the rest of the party gained in on him. Rovan stopped in his tracks to observe the sight, putting his hands on his sides. He was catching his breath, using a few moments to fill his lungs. "Well -- I suppose we could, use one of those caves. If only the one wasen't blocked and the other a soaking experiance." Pity, he mumbled. "If any of you can stop water from flowing or move boulders, now would be a good call." he said dryly.

[Maegon]

Maegon was as surprised as his horse when a large timber wolf went past them to the front of the line. He almost jumped, and by mere seconds didn't lose control of the horse. The wolf, however, seemed more interested with going onward than eating the group, so it had to be Winter. The young mage sighed in relief, and continued forward to the place where everyone had gathered. In front of them, the cliffside with two inconveniently closed caves sat there, and Maegon could imagine it (or whoever decided to block the only places to be dry in) laughing at their luck. Maegon was almost doing that too. It was preferable to throwing a tantrum, anyway. Rovan made a snarky comment on the situation, and Maegon flinched when he mentioned the "moving boulders" part. Truth was, Maegon could probably do it. It would take ten to fifteen minutes, but he could spread some Res a distance away from the boulder and attract it out of the way, but that would tell everyone he knew Reimancy, and their reactions could be less than pleasant. The idea of being left alone in the wilds, two days away from Syliras, wasn't very welcoming either. Maegon bit his lip and decided to wait. Maybe someone else could open the way.

[Astrea Rose Griffin]

Astrea looked down the cliff seeing the two different cave entrances, both blocked off. This was her chance; she could show that she wouldn’t be a waste of their time. “Um, I don’t have any super cool powers, but I can give it a try.” She said handing Maegon the reigns of her horse. Then she walked over to the edge of the forest and grabbed a long stick that was pretty sturdy and long enough to be a cane. She quickly tied her hair into a single long braid so that she would be able to work without her hair getting in her way. She also grabbed an arrow and some rope from her satchel that her horse was carrying and then walked towards the edge of the cliff. She took the arrow and using all of her strength stabbed it into the side of the cliff. After that she tied the rope to a nearby rock and then to the arrow for extra security. She quickly tied the rope securely around her waist and then grabbed the stick. She slowly descended down the rocky cliff side using her hands to grip at the ragged rock and making sure to set her foot in the crevices of the cliff. She had a little difficulty with her dress getting snagged against the rock, but she soon fixed that as she lightly landed on a slab of rock near the entrance of the cave, the entrance that was blocked by the rock. She took the stick in her hand and then placed it up underneath the rock like a lever. She pressed down on the stick with all her might trying to move the rock from its position. It began to move a little showing some darkness in the cave, but then the natural tool snapped in half setting the rock back into its natural position. The breaking of the branch set Astrea off balance and she almost fell down off the cliff, but using her muscles she gained in dance lessons she quickly regained balance gripping the side of the cliff and her rope. She let out a slightly exhausted huff of air and then looked up seeing the faces of her team mates. “Sorry… I thought I could move it.” She said disappointed in her failure to help them out.