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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>Arriving at the edge of the forest, following urge or what seems like the distant song of some unknown siren. The forest beckons the Gifted deeper into its embrace, traveling along trails that only seem to exist long enough for them to walk it, closing back to untamed wildness behind.<br> <br>Wulf follows the song... call... beckoning, whatever it is from the camp that she and Selena, who is close behind, had set up by the lake not too far from this area. Wulf shoulders her musket some as she forges ahead towards the call.<br> <br>Selena nudges the husky and furrows her brow as they continue along. "Wulf, any clue what we're heading after?" She asks a little perplexedly, though certanly aware of the pull as she makes her way along.<br> <br>Ictus had been patrolling the forest edge as he heard the call, slowly moving towards the source as he looks around. He blinks at the two and nods in greeting, "Hey you two..." he looks towards whereever the call is cloming from and ponders as he walks along<br> <br>Light trails through the thick bushes. It moves like will-o-wisps in faint, darting, bands that streak across the vision before darting back off into the shrubbery, leaving the song behind to draw them forward, deeper into the forest. The beasts of the place seem absent, leaving the Gifted to proceed without molestation.<br> <br>Wulf shakes her head back to the pair and puts a finger up to her lips in a silence gesture. "Beasts aren't here, could be bad." This is all she says, shutting up soon afterwards and slinging her musket to bear moving towards the calling as quietly as she can.<br> <br>Selena glances around the unusually silent forest, looking across at the apparition with a wary expression before nodding back to Ictus in greeting. "You seem to be showing up a lot lately; have you been following us?" She jokes, then gestures around the clearing. "Here to look for the lights in the forest too, then?" Wulf's comment then prompts the wolfess to fall silent with a sigh, keeping an eye on the husky in case something happens.<br> <br>Ictus looks around at the lack of beasts curiously and nods to Wulf in agreement, "Indeed." he hmms? at Selena and shakes his head with a quiet chuckle, "No, I haven't." he says it quietly as he moves towards the call<br> <br>Following the light, the group emerges from the thick brambles and bushes to a verdant clearing. Perched in the center is an eight foot tall deer like being with four arms. Its cyan fur has patterns of dizzying complexity in solid yellow hue. Like creator math, but very different for anyone with any amount of knowledge of mathemagic. Its height is understated, seated as it is with legs crossed. Its eyes rest on the group as they approach, but it makes no motion to rise or speak, yet. Its hands, all four, are clasped, giving the appearance of meditation or prayer.<br> <br>Wulf stands at the edge of the clearing, not wishing to move in any further lest she set something off or the odd being in front of them running. "Well... I'm not sure now." The Husky clears her throat and calls out to the being. "Excuse me sir, I don't mean to bother you... but are you the one who led us here somehow? Like a call?"<br> <br>Selena allows Wulf to do the talking, looking over the figure curiously and pacing a little to the side to get a better look at the odd being before murmuring; "I've never seen anything quite like you before..." Most likely to herself, though it's loud enough anyone could hear her if they were paying attention.<br> <br>Ictus blinks at the being and tilts his head curiously before looking to the other two, "Any chance this being is the one who called us?" he speaks in a whisper before Wulf reveals their position, he sighs and shrugs before he looks to the unknown being as Selena examines him<br> <br>The being exudes a quiet, patient, power. Terrifying in magnitude, comforting in its firm control. It gives no hint of ire or displeasure. With calm eyes that echo of ancient times, it looks from one gifted to the next, "You have met the Lost Ones. First to rouse, from a slumber of countless springs." It takes a moment to realize its mouth does not move. The voice seems to echo through the very body, as if the world quivered with the thoughts of this four armed... divinity, "Your plight pains us, you, who are lost children, looking with wide eyes to absent minded parents. Come. Sit. Sing with us." It is then that a physical sound is made. Its head leans back and it gives a low quavering note that has the entire clearing vibrating with that frightful power. Bones vibrate, and souls chill, not with fear, precisely, but simple magnitude. The song is one of peace and welcome.<br> <br>Wulf slings her musket back over her shoulders and steps foreward just a bit, a bit shaky from the sheer magnitude of the sound. "Plight? Lost children? And wide eyes to absent parents? You speak in riddles sir... would you kindly tell me what ya mean?" She edges ever closer foreward, gesturing for the others to follow.<br> <br>Ictus shakes his head at the sheer power of the being and blinks at the being as it 'speaks'. He hmms at what it said and nods to Wulf in agreement as he carefully steps towards the being, he's shaking a little from the sheer emormity of the beings power as well<br> <br>Selena takes an apprehensive glance back at the odd being, particularly at mention of the old ones, though there's a vicious glare directed in its direction the moment parents are referenced, though the strange tones again have her holding her tongue for a few moments. "If we're lost, then I suggest you tell us how to fix that. I don't know what you are or where you're from, so pardon my skepticism." She replies flatly, an ear flicking back. "And for the matter of the Old Ones - since you say you know enough - do you have anything to say for my 'bond?" It would seem that despite herself, there's an air of discomfort about her, even with the strange song accompanying it.<br> <br>"Your words are fast," speaks the patient presence of the soul, "Like your lives, they move so fleetingly. We do not know it, but we can feel you, and your question." The deer looks at Wulf pointedly then, regarding her with the full measure of its attention. This proves to be exhilarating and spine chilling in equal measure. Its attention moves towards Selena next, "How do you, clever child, inform an insect of its lost nature?" Two hands unfold, and are held up, palms forward, more yellow patterns visible there, "We know you are much more interesting than an insect, but think of it. Let us speak of what you know. You have met them. They are not Old, by us, but they are Ancient, by yours. They were first to rouse, and last to sleep. We lament this. Their prison, destroyed." A hand sweeps upwards to the sky, where the ruined streak of the moon rests, visible even in the day.<br> <br>Wulf shudders and lets out a a sound almost like a moan but not quite. "Woah, thats weird." The Husky glances over at Selena a moment, just shaking her head a bit at her friends vindictiveness towards something that may crush her like a bug. The Husky turns back to the being and strides foreward, taking a seat near it. "I had a dream of the moon exploding at one time, a ship ran into it, creator in origin."

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Revision as of 05:43, 23 June 2013

Participants

• Ictus
• Nuku
• Selena
• Wulf

Date

23/6/476

Log

Arriving at the edge of the forest, following urge or what seems like the distant song of some unknown siren. The forest beckons the Gifted deeper into its embrace, traveling along trails that only seem to exist long enough for them to walk it, closing back to untamed wildness behind.

Wulf follows the song... call... beckoning, whatever it is from the camp that she and Selena, who is close behind, had set up by the lake not too far from this area. Wulf shoulders her musket some as she forges ahead towards the call.

Selena nudges the husky and furrows her brow as they continue along. "Wulf, any clue what we're heading after?" She asks a little perplexedly, though certanly aware of the pull as she makes her way along.

Ictus had been patrolling the forest edge as he heard the call, slowly moving towards the source as he looks around. He blinks at the two and nods in greeting, "Hey you two..." he looks towards whereever the call is cloming from and ponders as he walks along

Light trails through the thick bushes. It moves like will-o-wisps in faint, darting, bands that streak across the vision before darting back off into the shrubbery, leaving the song behind to draw them forward, deeper into the forest. The beasts of the place seem absent, leaving the Gifted to proceed without molestation.

Wulf shakes her head back to the pair and puts a finger up to her lips in a silence gesture. "Beasts aren't here, could be bad." This is all she says, shutting up soon afterwards and slinging her musket to bear moving towards the calling as quietly as she can.

Selena glances around the unusually silent forest, looking across at the apparition with a wary expression before nodding back to Ictus in greeting. "You seem to be showing up a lot lately; have you been following us?" She jokes, then gestures around the clearing. "Here to look for the lights in the forest too, then?" Wulf's comment then prompts the wolfess to fall silent with a sigh, keeping an eye on the husky in case something happens.

Ictus looks around at the lack of beasts curiously and nods to Wulf in agreement, "Indeed." he hmms? at Selena and shakes his head with a quiet chuckle, "No, I haven't." he says it quietly as he moves towards the call

Following the light, the group emerges from the thick brambles and bushes to a verdant clearing. Perched in the center is an eight foot tall deer like being with four arms. Its cyan fur has patterns of dizzying complexity in solid yellow hue. Like creator math, but very different for anyone with any amount of knowledge of mathemagic. Its height is understated, seated as it is with legs crossed. Its eyes rest on the group as they approach, but it makes no motion to rise or speak, yet. Its hands, all four, are clasped, giving the appearance of meditation or prayer.

Wulf stands at the edge of the clearing, not wishing to move in any further lest she set something off or the odd being in front of them running. "Well... I'm not sure now." The Husky clears her throat and calls out to the being. "Excuse me sir, I don't mean to bother you... but are you the one who led us here somehow? Like a call?"

Selena allows Wulf to do the talking, looking over the figure curiously and pacing a little to the side to get a better look at the odd being before murmuring; "I've never seen anything quite like you before..." Most likely to herself, though it's loud enough anyone could hear her if they were paying attention.

Ictus blinks at the being and tilts his head curiously before looking to the other two, "Any chance this being is the one who called us?" he speaks in a whisper before Wulf reveals their position, he sighs and shrugs before he looks to the unknown being as Selena examines him

The being exudes a quiet, patient, power. Terrifying in magnitude, comforting in its firm control. It gives no hint of ire or displeasure. With calm eyes that echo of ancient times, it looks from one gifted to the next, "You have met the Lost Ones. First to rouse, from a slumber of countless springs." It takes a moment to realize its mouth does not move. The voice seems to echo through the very body, as if the world quivered with the thoughts of this four armed... divinity, "Your plight pains us, you, who are lost children, looking with wide eyes to absent minded parents. Come. Sit. Sing with us." It is then that a physical sound is made. Its head leans back and it gives a low quavering note that has the entire clearing vibrating with that frightful power. Bones vibrate, and souls chill, not with fear, precisely, but simple magnitude. The song is one of peace and welcome.

Wulf slings her musket back over her shoulders and steps foreward just a bit, a bit shaky from the sheer magnitude of the sound. "Plight? Lost children? And wide eyes to absent parents? You speak in riddles sir... would you kindly tell me what ya mean?" She edges ever closer foreward, gesturing for the others to follow.

Ictus shakes his head at the sheer power of the being and blinks at the being as it 'speaks'. He hmms at what it said and nods to Wulf in agreement as he carefully steps towards the being, he's shaking a little from the sheer emormity of the beings power as well

Selena takes an apprehensive glance back at the odd being, particularly at mention of the old ones, though there's a vicious glare directed in its direction the moment parents are referenced, though the strange tones again have her holding her tongue for a few moments. "If we're lost, then I suggest you tell us how to fix that. I don't know what you are or where you're from, so pardon my skepticism." She replies flatly, an ear flicking back. "And for the matter of the Old Ones - since you say you know enough - do you have anything to say for my 'bond?" It would seem that despite herself, there's an air of discomfort about her, even with the strange song accompanying it.

"Your words are fast," speaks the patient presence of the soul, "Like your lives, they move so fleetingly. We do not know it, but we can feel you, and your question." The deer looks at Wulf pointedly then, regarding her with the full measure of its attention. This proves to be exhilarating and spine chilling in equal measure. Its attention moves towards Selena next, "How do you, clever child, inform an insect of its lost nature?" Two hands unfold, and are held up, palms forward, more yellow patterns visible there, "We know you are much more interesting than an insect, but think of it. Let us speak of what you know. You have met them. They are not Old, by us, but they are Ancient, by yours. They were first to rouse, and last to sleep. We lament this. Their prison, destroyed." A hand sweeps upwards to the sky, where the ruined streak of the moon rests, visible even in the day.

Wulf shudders and lets out a a sound almost like a moan but not quite. "Woah, thats weird." The Husky glances over at Selena a moment, just shaking her head a bit at her friends vindictiveness towards something that may crush her like a bug. The Husky turns back to the being and strides foreward, taking a seat near it. "I had a dream of the moon exploding at one time, a ship ran into it, creator in origin."