Out Of Place

Discussion in 'ROLEPLAY GRAVEYARD' started by SaejiFine, Sep 25, 2013.

Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.
  1. The warm rays of the sun beat down upon the walkway. The stones which lined the pathway bathed in the glorious light and shone a golden hue of acceptance. In an effort to cool the stones and steal their glow the winds came rushing by, a light whistle could be heard as it passed. But the suns rays would not be denied and the fiery glow would not leave. So instead the wind just picked up the various leaves and cascaded them over the side of the bridge where they began their slow floating decent to the ground. Which lay some two hundred feet below.



    The walkway was attached to a large white tower, it's sides jutted out in a spiral stone walkway which led down the side of the building. Around and around they turned as if the wind had shaped them around the tower itself when it was created. At the top was a large crystal which seemed suspended in mid-air. Turning slowly its glint cast an ever changing blue glow on the streets below where the sun hit at just the right angle. Other then the staircase and crystal the tower was somewhat plain. The occasional window could be seen obviously providing light to the interior and giving those brave enough a glimpse of the inside.


    A boot hit the stone of the street at the base of the tower, having just come from the stone walkway of the tower. His short brown hair moved with the wind that now seemed to want to pester him. He was tall, slender, but athletic. His shoulders broad and his arms defined in their muscle mass but not disproportionate. His eyes were a mixture of icy electric blue and a deep emerald green as if they had each been carved out of gemstone and then through some horrible alchemical experiment had been fused together for each eye. His face was chiseled but wore a smile as he looked around himself. To those standing around him he was simply the wizard of the tower, a noble of the area, to those that knew him he was their protector, and to himself he was Saeji Fine.


    Looking up at the houses he smiled, there were crystalline towers in various areas which dotted the skyline of the grand city of Muneo. Brown hues mixed with gold and tan to create a warm feeling which seemed exemplified by the citizens of the fair city. There were people selling flowers, fruits, jewelry, and meats. A fragrant aroma of the newest culinary treat and the best batches of bread surrounded the town. Breathing in deeply Saeji seemed content, he loved that smell. Walking to the stalls he purchased a loaf of the bread and began his days work.


    He loved to take evening walks outside the gates of the city and that is what he amused himself with that evening. His tasks completed for the day, meetings attended, bankers appeased, squabbles settled, and life continued as normal for the fair city. And now he could enjoy the fresh crisp night air and the soft sound the grass made as his boots pressed down upon it. He wore black from head to toe, a black long-sleeved tunic over his chest, which dipped down to reveal a leather necklace which a crystal pendent hung from. His pants were black, and tucked into his boots so they would not get in the way.


    The night was strange, it seemed the further Saeji got into the forest the more unease he felt, it was then that he heard a pair of footsteps frantically making their way towards him followed by the thumps of something much larger. Saeji’s mind focused, his smile left and he concentrated the thumps were too many it was a group and they seemed to be chasing the footsteps. His hand flared and a white flaming orb burst from his fingertips. It burned in his hand but the flames could not harm him. Magic was his to play with, to fold, bend, and form to his will. Smirking he ran towards the sounds catching a glimpse of the blue tails of the terrors of the forest. The Lizardmen were about and they seemed to be hunting someone. They entered a clearing soon but it was too dark for Saeji to see who they were chasing, “Stop where you are!” He shouted and hurled the white hot fireball in front of the lizards, a warning shot, which effectively separated them from whoever their target was.
     
Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.