Post by Magius on Feb 9, 2010 21:27:17 GMT -5
All was quite in this world except for the natural sounds of the flora and fauna that inhabited it. The world was mainly covered in a large forest with a couple of natural landmarks here and there. The forest only had four actual paved paths, though they were now covered in dirt and cracked from the growth of plants growing from under them. The paths came from the four compass directions of north, south, east, and west, and all lead to a single spot in the center of the seemingly never ending forest.
Where the four paths met was a large clearing that made a perfect circle. And in this clearing was a large mansion surrounded by beautiful gardens. At least, that’s what it used to be. The mansion was now in ruins. Many of the windows were broken and cracked large holes where walls were blown out by some kind of explosion. The side of the house that faced east, appropriately named the east wing, had completely collapsed. The once neat and beautiful garden was now tarnished and overgrown with various weeds growing with the flowers. Nature had even started to take the mansion itself with the web of wild vines now clinging to the walls of the mansion.
The inside was not spared from the destruction. It looked like a tornado, or some force of nature, had come through the home and broken everything. Beautifully carved chairs and tables were now chipped and broken. Beautiful paintings and family pictures were either ripped or destroyed beyond repair and now lay ungracefully on the floor below were they once hung. Various statues and sculptures were now turned to ruble. Books and manuscripts lay scattered and ripped. If anything the inside was more depressing than the outside.
These were all the things that Iatros observed as he walked threw the grounds of his former home. He looked around with a sad and but nostalgic look on his face as he remembered the good times he had here with his teacher, Daedalus. He remembered how he almost took off his own head during his first sword lesson. He remembered that time he and Daedalus were making and rare elixir, but ended up getting the formula wrong, causing them to lose there eyebrows in the resulting explosion. He gave a slight chuckle at the particular memory. He remembered playing matches of Blitzball with Daedalus in the section of the Garden that they deemed the "backyard" that was in the northern section of the garden.
As he remembered the fond memories, his conviction to find his lost teacher and friend grew stronger. In a swirl of blue light, Iatros was on the roof next to what looked like a small lighthouse. He held up his hand and conjured a ball of raw magically energy in it that shinned with electric blue light. He opened the glass case at the top of the miniature lighthouse and placed the blue ball inside. Once he closed the glass case, the shine from the ball of magic intensified, bathing the house and the garden in blue light even though it was still daylight out. Though it seemed immature and wistful, Iatros hoped that this light would guide Daedalus back home from were ever he went, and that it would let him know that Iatros was still looking, and waiting, for him. The light served another purpose though. It also let him know when someone walked onto the premises, no mater what world he was one. If he was lucky, he would catch Daedalus if he ever came back and if he wasn't...well...then he got to have some fun with trespassers.
In a swirl of blue light Iatros was gone leveling the world with the new sound that was the humming from the magic light to go along with the natural sound of the flora and fauna.
Where the four paths met was a large clearing that made a perfect circle. And in this clearing was a large mansion surrounded by beautiful gardens. At least, that’s what it used to be. The mansion was now in ruins. Many of the windows were broken and cracked large holes where walls were blown out by some kind of explosion. The side of the house that faced east, appropriately named the east wing, had completely collapsed. The once neat and beautiful garden was now tarnished and overgrown with various weeds growing with the flowers. Nature had even started to take the mansion itself with the web of wild vines now clinging to the walls of the mansion.
The inside was not spared from the destruction. It looked like a tornado, or some force of nature, had come through the home and broken everything. Beautifully carved chairs and tables were now chipped and broken. Beautiful paintings and family pictures were either ripped or destroyed beyond repair and now lay ungracefully on the floor below were they once hung. Various statues and sculptures were now turned to ruble. Books and manuscripts lay scattered and ripped. If anything the inside was more depressing than the outside.
These were all the things that Iatros observed as he walked threw the grounds of his former home. He looked around with a sad and but nostalgic look on his face as he remembered the good times he had here with his teacher, Daedalus. He remembered how he almost took off his own head during his first sword lesson. He remembered that time he and Daedalus were making and rare elixir, but ended up getting the formula wrong, causing them to lose there eyebrows in the resulting explosion. He gave a slight chuckle at the particular memory. He remembered playing matches of Blitzball with Daedalus in the section of the Garden that they deemed the "backyard" that was in the northern section of the garden.
As he remembered the fond memories, his conviction to find his lost teacher and friend grew stronger. In a swirl of blue light, Iatros was on the roof next to what looked like a small lighthouse. He held up his hand and conjured a ball of raw magically energy in it that shinned with electric blue light. He opened the glass case at the top of the miniature lighthouse and placed the blue ball inside. Once he closed the glass case, the shine from the ball of magic intensified, bathing the house and the garden in blue light even though it was still daylight out. Though it seemed immature and wistful, Iatros hoped that this light would guide Daedalus back home from were ever he went, and that it would let him know that Iatros was still looking, and waiting, for him. The light served another purpose though. It also let him know when someone walked onto the premises, no mater what world he was one. If he was lucky, he would catch Daedalus if he ever came back and if he wasn't...well...then he got to have some fun with trespassers.
In a swirl of blue light Iatros was gone leveling the world with the new sound that was the humming from the magic light to go along with the natural sound of the flora and fauna.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao