Legend of Ransera

Posted: **Wed Aug 24, 2022 5:28 pm**

₪ Siorey V. ₪

₪ 2nd of Searing, Year 122, A.o.S ₪
Company: Ma'ar Vokun & Unknown male | Thoughts: Who is this guy | Mood: Intrigued, cautious

₪ The strange man seemed delighted by Siorey's answer. Despite all the riddles, it was clear this man knew something about the ancient magic he was looking into. It was as if he knew someone would be trying to find it. It made Siorey ponder even more about who this man really was. How did he know so much yet reveal so little? It was not surprising when he mentioned that the information on the magic was limited, as most things seemed to be around this place.

Siorey's eyes lit up a bit with excitement as the man spoke of needing to prepare, as if a chance for a new discovery was coming. As the man left he etched the words into his mind. He had to prepare, but he would have liked to know what he was preparing for, and what he needed to prepare. It was the main reason he hated when information was given in cryptic code and riddles, it was hard to know how to be ready.

Standing he rushed to the doorway to see if the man was still around, but alas he was gone as quickly as he appeared. Ma'ar Vokun came to nuzzle against him, Siorey wound up in thought as to who this man was and whether it was truly wise to trust him, but seeing as he was the only one who had given him more information than any tome and book found within the halls of the Tower libraries.

That alone allowed a smile to work its way onto Siorey's face, he could be close to something great, something noteworthy within the Tower, but it could also be something that would be a great consequence in return. ₪

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Posted: **Sun Nov 06, 2022 12:38 pm**

34 Searing 122 8:00 AM

There had been a crackling in the air. The sort that produced only the finest of storms, filled all who could truly feel it with a sense of anticipation. Like a man much further along in years — perhaps he was, perhaps he wasn’t; there was a bit of a debate on that — he had sat out at the outdoor seating of a quaint little tavern. The awning above him shielded him from sunlight as he sipped at his tea. The man could and couldn’t know the exactness of when it would strike. Another sip of his tea before he pushed up from the table. Dropped coins of the exact amount needed for his dining, his companion standing with him. The paper in her hands was neatly folded, only to be discarded like rags back onto the table as they set out.

—

He would not be expected.

The man was never expected, though some might anticipate him. He would appear like a ghost in the night, only the day had already stretched and yawned in wakefulness. The movement of others outside had begun, signaling the start of nothing amiss. But for that thunder crackling sensation that passed through the man’s bones. Like the ache of an elder’s limbs when the rains began. The man would greet Siorey with a smile on his face. His dress would be different. The casual suit he had worn before was replaced with something akin to battle regalia. Of course, this was only to show reverence of the occasion; had he ever served? Perhaps, perhaps not. A swirl of mystery about him continued, even as he made his way closer to this new student of his.

“A great and wonderful change is upon you, Siorey.” A reiteration of the last words spoken to him. Of course, they had never spoken of a time to meet once more, or even how the man might be reached again. He wore a pleasant smile, arms folded behind his back as he made his approach. “Are you prepared?”

He had, before, mentioned that the other should remain in readiness. Prepared to move when he called, like an obedient pet to a master. He wouldn’t be so low as that, though. The man could only, now, gauge others on a spectrum of color only for his eyes. Siorey was still off on an end that didn’t interest him, but moved closer to where it did. His gaze flitted about the room as he came to a stop in the middle of it. The other might wonder how he could have been missed, but for a short moment, the man would allow him to feel that same crackling in the air. Stronger than when they’d first met.

“We must move quickly.” His brows rose, a light just shy of manic in his eyes as he spoke. “Come.”

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