T A L O N
4 Glade 125
Talon stood with his arms resting at the small of his back. His wings were folded neatly. He was dressed in largely simple clothing, a pair of well-fitting linen pants tucked into knee high leather boots. A sleeveless tunic covered his torso. His silver-white hair had grown long enough to hang near his waist. It was currently tied loosely, strands swaying in a soft wind.
The weave of the aether flux stretched out before Talon in all directions. He beheld it and was struck with how vast and eternal the full expanse of it truly was. In everything, within every aspect of all things he could see, were the fibers that connected the whole of creation. In his immediate area he watched the exchange of energy between a leaf and a caterpillar as the small bug chewed on it. He observed the flow of energy in the wings of a hummingbird as it flapped its wings with remarkable speed.
The town of Light's Reach lay roughly a mile behind him. While comfortably within the purview of Dawnhold, it was not within its borders and thus lacking some of the inherent protections that naturally existed within the grounds of the citadel. While Talon could not expand his already sizeable claim on the vast expanse of land that the citadel already occupied, he could fortify the town that had become home to many members of the knighthood. That number had grown over the past year.
Stirring his elementalism into motion, Talon reached into the earth urging the soil into motion. Using the power of his kinetic aether sight, he followed the pattern of the earth to find where it was strongest. Once he touched upon this solid earth, he coerced the earth into motion using his elementalism to pull a pillar of soil from the ground. Carefully he began the work of transmuting the rock and soil into a single piece of stone that was embedded deeply into the earth. He extended his reach to create a fortified base to the pillar to ensure that it would not be moved by anything short of siege weaponry. The pillar, which was more of a tower at this point, rose seventy feet into the air with a diameter of roughly thirty feet at the base.
Talon was in the middle of walking the perimeter to inspect the integrity of his work when a mote of light appeared nearby. One of the spirits of Light that lingered in the area.
“There is one who seeks you, Great One. A kind soul. Tall and Proud.”
Talon quirked his head briefly, eyes roaming over the stone tower that he had erected with but an exertion of his willpower.
“Then I shall see them. Please, guide them here.” There was a small chime of acknowledgement from the spirit before it zipped away back toward the town of Light's Reach. Stirring his rune of Masquerade into motion, Talon projected a small illusory construct that came up to about his waist. It was a perfect recreation of the simple solid stone tower behind him. As he waited, he began altering aspects of the illusion as he went through his ideas of what he wanted the tower to ultimately look like beginning with the interior. When he heard the approach of another, he looked up from the construct and immediately smiled.
“Pahoran. I had heard you had returned from your journey. You are well?”