abraxys
Mongbat

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« on: June 04, 2015, 09:57:27 PM » |
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Abraxys paced around his small study in Branathar Manor contemplating the survival of the Fae as he always had. It was his birthright, his divine calling, his only tether in this realm. He had to organize is thoughts into crystal clarity if he wished to communte with the Fae gods. It was no good, his pacing only quickened as his mind began to race even more. Unknowingly in his distress his mind reached for the divine realm as if some sort of defensive reaction to his growing frantic pace.
All at once he found himself in the presence of all four of the Fae Gods. Their faces reflecting his. Abraxys was greatly unprepared for such a communion with one of the gods let alone all four. He tried to slow his storming mind and simplify his thoughts to sort out what happened. Before he could even tackle the first thought he heard her voice. It was soft and warm matronly voice.
" We heard your call and felt your distress." Sa'luna whispered. Her face shown of motherly concern. Her pale face glowing with a soft white light that seem to only intensify the colors of her green flowing dress.
"It isn't often we all come together, however we feel as you feel." Xenthril said diplomatically. His bodily glow catching on this golden chain shirt.
"I... didn't mean... I wasn't ready.." Abraxys mouthed, thoughts still reeling in a growing tempest of emotion, fear, and awe.
Seraphina rolled her eyes and looked very annoyed at Abraxys's less than graceful speech. Her eyes settled back on Abraxys and begin to darken and narrow much has her void black shroud.
Aurora softly put her finger over her lips in an effort to calm Abraxys. Abraxys felt a divine peace fall over him and the cranial tempest settled like the calm after a storm. "It was we who called you, at least in part. I believe you felt our pull and reflexively came to us, to be more accurate." Aurora slowly spoke. Her silvery glow pulsating at every syllable. "We sense your concern of the decaying state of the Fae people. As Xenthril said, we feel this way too. You have guided the Fae through many of the Ages in our place. Even now you guide the Fae even while the Elders of the tribe are asleep and gone from this realm. However, It is time again to awaken the Fae, and lead them to new heights. There is still much of the culture you must rediscover. We will aid you where we can."
As if it was all rehearsed, Xenthril raised his right hand in a conjuring fashion. A soft glowing golden orb lifted from his palm and quickly flitted to Abraxys landing on his forehead. "This piece of knowledge I will grant to you, its a location of a tome you might find very interesting." he said with a sly smile.
"Be warned however, nothing comes for free." Seraphina grinned wickedly. "The tome could be a blessing or it could be a curse."
"It is what you make of it, I suppose" Sa'luna interrupted. Her eyes falling upon her willful child, scolding her for her wicked games before returning them to Abraxys. "Abraxys, this is all we can give you at this time. It will lead you on a great quest. Good luck."
At the end of those words Abraxys' eyes pop open to reveal he was back within his own study. His mind calm and focused. He could feel the pull of this object he was meant to search for, almost see the tome in a pile of old books in one of the older buildings of Wind. "What could it be?" he pondered as he descended from his study in the tower to his basement and out into the bright sky of Failte. The Sun's golden hue's seemed to radiate all the brighter. He looked up in recognition of the celestial form of Xenthril. "Thank you Xenthril for this knowledge, and thanks to the Fae gods for this renewal of hope." He quickly and calmly continued his path to the Fae river plaza and to the Fae portal into Wind... (The end of chapter 1)
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