The Kingdom of Marlagh (Breathless Intent and NightRabbit)
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				Title: <strong>The Kingdom of Marlagh (Breathless Intent and NightRabbit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 09:35:36</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.radford.edu/~eurotrails/Yeats_Tour_Day_1/images/image015.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">In County Sligo of Connacht, Ireland </span></strong> there lies a beautiful forest called Slish Wood. This is where our tale takes place. Now in this tale, there is a legend. A part of the Slish Wood is notorious for mysterious disappearences and an ethereal vibe. Some of Sligo's residents believe it's the work of the "Good People (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairy)". Others just blame it on the forests multiple paths winding this way and that. Many of the missing people return from the forest looking wiser, stronger, and carry the ethereal glow of the wood in their eyes. Horrible scars will be found on them one day then gone the next. A few of these lost ones...they never return. It's said only certain people fall prey to this trap. Two paths will suddenly emerge on the trail. One will lead back to the regular woods but the other will lead to a magical place. Though as is common in Ireland, what is magical isn't always good. <br><br>This magical place is called Marlagh. Many kingdoms call this world home. It has existed for millennia parallel to our own, inhabited Demons, Glyfs (a combination between Dwarves and Ogres), Humans, and Elves. The chosen few from our world who stumble upon this place are called "Wanderers" and gain powers according to some undiscovered magic within them. Some gain incredible physical strength, others gain mindblowing speed and agility, and the rarest recieve immensely powerful elemental and magical abilities. Many of Marlagh's most beloved heroes of old were Wanderers. Having one stumble into your kingdom is considered both a blessing and an ill omen. Usually they come in times right before a war breaks out and help to fight against any threats. Our story takes place as the Demon kingdom of Fuil Silabron and the Elven kingdom of Duile Glaen are at odds. Things are intesifying between the two countries and are about to get a lot worse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kingdom of Marlagh (Breathless Intent and NightRabbit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 11:18:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n586/silkandheels1989/wooooooow3.jpg)</div> Lisa Hughes on one hand loved the international trips her university's history classes took. Seeing the world and visiting different important sites in person after learning about them in their textbooks made her sure that she'd picked the right major. However at times like this wandering in the woods as Professor Thill ambled on about the history of Sligo, she wanted nothing more than to be on her own to explore. Strangely enough as she looked everywhere but where the professor was, the woods seemed to sympathize. The sound of Lisa's teacher and group became more distant with each step which snapped the lovely blonde to attention. Last thing she wanted to do was get lost. Too late. Her classmates were nowhere to be seen. Panicking she figured if she could just find the trail again they'd be looking for her too. At least she hoped. The only sounds were her breathing and the crunching of underbrush beneath her hiking boots. A quick glimpse of two people flashed by her left. She turned and they were gone. "Hello?" She called out, hoping someone would hear her and help. "Is anyone there? I need help, I'm lost!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kingdom of Marlagh (Breathless Intent and NightRabbit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Breathless Intent</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 08:06:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Seven Spires' Court, Fuil Silabron</span></span><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec2.pinterest.com/upload/197736239859923691_qO754IxK_c.jpg)</div>A thousand flames swayed and danced in their sconces and chandeliers, setting the throne room ablaze with vibrant light that glittered off of myriad gold and mirrored surfaces.&nbsp; The courtiers' bodies struggled to match the mesmerizing rhythm of those tiny flames, gyrating in time with the swirling symphony of sultry music. Amidst the debauched revelry of the dancers, a tiny hooded figure's swift and sure movements caught the attention of the man seated on the ornate ebony throne. A subtle tightening of his lips was the only indication that he was affected by the appearance of one of his priestesses. It wasn't long before the cloaked figure was dropping to her knee before him. The ceremonial touch of lips to wrist and knuckle were made with the effortless grace born of countless repetition. Once tradition was satisfied, the slight figure peered up at her king through pure black eyes and spoke quickly, "The Grace begs an audience with Your Majesty. She has had a Dream." <br><br>Svaeris merely gave the woman a curt nod of acceptance before dismissing her, thankful for the cacophony of the music and the steady thrum of conversation that kept her words from carrying. It was common enough for him to receive calls from his priestesses at all hours that the girl's appearance had barely drawn a few glances. He let the span of another dance pass before pushing up from his throne and striding from the room. The crowd parted around him, but the revelry continued the instant he passed through the doors out into the palace halls. The luring sound of music drifted after him, slowly fading to a distant beat as he traversed the marbled passageways until they gave way to dark corridors. The lights were kept dim here, barely enough light to allow his guards to keep from running into the walls. But Svaeris could have navigated his way to The Grace's Dreaming Room in full dark with ease. <br><br>His guards came to a halt outside of the sacred chamber, taking up their defensive positions on either side of the door as their king disappeared into the Dreaming Room. The heavy gilt doors closed solidly behind him as Svaeris cast his gaze to the lithe frame of Aylnia, The Grace of the Seven Spires. No other creature in Marlagh could command the respect of Svaris the way that slip of a girl could. Still, his visits were tainted with trepidation. <em>What has she Dreamed?</em> With a respectful tip of his chin, he claimed his rightful place at the table set in the middle of the room. Keeping with tradition, Aylnia served him a cup of bitter tea before taking her place across from him. There was an air of impatience around her as she rushed through the ceremony of it all. Spilling out the ancient words she usually relished, she finally let out a breath before fixing her inky gaze on him. "A Wanderer is coming. You must claim her, Svaeris." 
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				Post by: <strong>Breathless Intent</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 08:57:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Slish Wood, Duile Glaen</span></span><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec3.pinterest.com/upload/208713763951846265_bzsbimLf_c.jpg)</div>Earth's song sang sweetly, rustling through branches and skittering along the forest floor - the perfect sound of a still summer afternoon. Gondien's sharp eyes jumped around the forest from his perch in one of the trees just off one of one of the pathways through the forest. He hated watch duty, preferring the action of hunting or at the least gathering supplies. But sitting on a branch all day looking for something that wasn't there...He let loose a sigh and kept up his vigilant watch. While he hated the job, he took it as seriously as he would any other. It was a trait instilled in him from a young age - instilled in them all, actually. It was only when they let their guard slip and complacency took root that the demons to the north would strike, and to great effect. The last time that had happened, nearly 80 years ago, Duile Glaen lost thousands to bloody warfare and a stretch of land bordering Fuil Silabron was lost to the enemy. <br><br>As important a job as vigilant watch was, it remained dull. So, while he was scanning the forest, Gondien's attention drifted to the flaxen haired girl he had met the week past. They had gotten on well at the midsummer festival, and she had allowed him to lace flowers into her braids. The memory had a silly grin stretching his lips and distracted him such that he didn't at first notice the sudden stillness in the forest. The ever present bird chatter and rustling underbrush had gone quiet. A minute of quiet passed before he realized something was wrong. Suddenly awash with anxiety, his muscles tensed and his fingers tightened on his bow. Letting out a set of three sharp whistles, he called to his companion on watch that day. Ornith was to have taken her position deeper in the forest to his left, but he heard her returning chirps coming from far closer. Apparently she hadn't been busy day dreaming as he had. <br><br>Scanning the forest from above was doing no good, he could see nothing to cause the disturbance in the woods. Dropping gracefully down from his perch, he padded off in the direction of Ornith's call. It wasn't long before the two of them met. Their eyes locked and their shared a look before stalking off silently together through the woods in search of the disruption. Another twenty minutes passed before they heard it. The unmistakable sound of dried underbrush crackling under the weight of footfalls. Drawing an arrow from his quiver, Gondien danced with Ornith in the direction of the sound. Gondien saw her first, a platinum haired girl in strange dress. He frowned in confusion. She was certainly not what he had been expecting. His partner soon caught sight of her too and blinked in confusion. <em>Good, its not just me.</em><br><br>She turned in their direction, and more from instinct than anything, they swiftly disappeared from her sight. They watched her in silence for a time, listening to her call out for help. It all seemed a little...off. She was wandering in the middle of the wood with no apparent defense or guard. She was dressed in appallingly little, and the her voice was clipped and hard, unlike the lilting accent of the people from Duile Glaen. In sum, there were too many things wrong with the girl for Gondien's peace of mind. Drawing his bow, he took aim at the girl before stepping out from the cover of the trees. "Halt, stranger. What business have you in Duile Glaen? Where have you traveled from?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kingdom of Marlagh (Breathless Intent and NightRabbit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 08:36:49</strong>
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				Lisa startled and gave out a little scream as an armed man in medieval garb seemed to jump out of nowhere. He was pointing a very sharp looking arrow at her and didn't seem hesitant about letting go if need be. The young woman's grey eyes went wide, what kind of place was this? Had she stumbled into a renactment camp or a rural town still caught in the Middle Ages? "P-Please don't point that at me. I'm not part of your group Duile Glen or whatever you said. I'm an American student and got sepreated from my class while we were walking through the woods. Can you please help me find my way back to the main trail? Or at least a road to downtown Sligo?" <br>Instinctively she held her hands up to show she was unarmed. Little did she know this would be a bad idea.<br><br>She didn't realize that her even being in Duile Glaen meant only one thing. She was the newest Wanderer and the rarest type at that. Upon raising her hands an aura of lightning came and went from around her fingers. Though it hadn't hurt anyone or even Lisa herself, she let out another startled cry and waved her hands frantically as the lightning disappeared. "Oh my God! Did you see that? I don't know what's going on but I just want to get out of here. Please, don't shoot! Just help me get out of here. This is crazy!" She was almost in tears. Lisa remembered that her professor had mentioned a local legend about the forest having a magical interior. She'd seen enough. She just wanted to go home.
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