Page 1 of 1
woven with purpose
Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2025 8:06 pm
by Talon
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?”
Re: woven with purpose
Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2025 5:59 pm
by Pahoran
Pahoran Taselia Rayunia
. . . . . Knight of The Dawnmartyrs . . . . .
Pahoran sat quietly at the edge of Light’s Reach. He was on the side of his maternal grandparents home. While many others in his clan still ran the caravan routes with there wagons. For those who weren’t quiet as committed to the knighthood it was a good way to help support both the knights and the family itself. Others, like his grandmother, and to an extent his grandfather, were tired of the nomadic life and so had settled with others. In Light’s Reach. Not to mention there rank and experience back in Ailos was critical to have close.
Growing up, Pah had tended to hang out with the other children around his paternal grandmother Sarino, who despite her experience as a scout, mothered everyone. As he to older though he had grown closer to his maternal grandmother Calistra. A firm practitioner of magic she had awaken an interest in mastering magic with in Pah. More then that she had been the one who got him to read literature. She wasn’t as motherly as her counterpart, but could be fiercely protective of her family, but she had been a good teacher. Pahoran had spent his time expecting to be warforged, like his father and grandfather, but the more he though about it the more he wanted to delve into the mysterious of the arcane.
Pah realized this was his decision to make, and where to focus. He knew that he would keep up his sword play, but he wondered where to go. He also began to wonder where Talon wanted his help. How he could help best. It has been a long time since he had since his friend and his patron. ‘Talon, I would like to know what you would have me do.’
Pah remained quietly sitting there meditating as he pondered what to do. He was surprised when a spirit called his name. His ice blue eyes popped open his meditation interrupted. “Our Lord Talon has heard your call and invites you to come to him.”
Pah’s eyes widen in surprise, but nodded his head and was took to wing to follow the spirit towards as it lead away from the citadel and the settlement. Eventually the spirit indicated they had arrived and Pahoran settled on the ground. It was hard for not to notice the giant tower structure that was rising from the forest. He walked towards in and saw Talon standing before the image of the tower that he seemed to be tinkering with. It has been a while since the two had meet and Pahoran could see there was much that had happened to his friend. That Pahoran felt might have been part of his conflict. Talon was his friend before Pah knew he had another calling. He felt a bad that he viewed him as a friend first and not with aww and worship. Which there was a bit of that, but not to the same degree.
“Talon.” He said smiling and giving a bow. Even as a friend he had still been important person. “I have returned. I am well, though the quest to understand one self better is never ending.” He then grinned. “How are you doing. While I have been wondering the world seeing Ailos and trying to understand me better. You have been busy here. It must be a lot for anyone.”
Re: woven with purpose
Posted: Wed May 07, 2025 8:57 pm
by Talon
Talon smiled at Pahoran as the young man landed. He did not dismiss the illusory projection of his tower project. It remained in place even as he stepped up to clasp one of Pahoran’s hands and bring him in to a friendly hug.
“It is good to see you. Kalzasi is not quite the same place without your lively spirit.” He stepped back, listening to Pahoran with a nod.
“Each day brings new challenges. Some I face alone. Most, however, I face with family, friends and colleagues.” Clasping his hands behind him, he let them rest at the small of his back. “You are troubled. Come, walk with me.”
He nodded his head toward a nearby grove, above which floated several rock formations. A family of icewing phoenixes were soaring gracefully overhead. A few of the great birds were roosting nearby. Talon began walking toward them at a leisurely pace.
“You ask what I would have you do?” He glanced at Pahoran. He had heard the question posed to him, just as he had an awareness of all things sent his way in prayer. “That, my friend, is not the right question.”
Talon looked away from Pahoran, his gaze turning toward Kalzasi. Several emotions played out across the demigod’s face, sadness and fondness in equal measure. In his mind’s eye, Talon beheld not only the knights who pledged themselves to him, but all who lived and breathed in Kalzasi that his gaze could see. Where there was light, however soft, there too was he.
“You pledged yourself to the Dawnmartyrs. You grew up holding the ideals of Justice, Hope and Light in your heart. Your family has given more to protect others than any have a right to ask for.” He smiled kindly at Pahoran. “[color=#grey]You bear my mark and you carry it well.[/color]”
As they approached the icewing phoenixes, Talon paused in his stride to regard one of the elder looking birds. A larger phoenix with cerulean feathers that gradually grew a frosty light blue and white at the tips. It regarded Talon steadily as it rose from where it was resting. The great bird walked up to Talon, bowing its head as he bowed to it in turn. Talon reached out as the phoenix extended its beak to him. He gently stroked the feathers of the phoenix.
“This is Vikas. He chose my father as his rider when he was younger.” His voice was quiet as he continued to run his fingers through Vikas’ feathers. The great bird nudged Talon’s chest gently, prompting him to smile softly. “These are his children. His mate is currently hunting.”
At least seven other phoenixes were nearby, some playing an aerial game of chase.
“When I was a boy, my father told me not to live in his shadow. I was rebellious at times. He was patient with me. Looking back, I sometimes wonder if Savien did not know on some level that he was raising the demigod of Justice. He taught me but he encouraged me to be true to myself. I would ask the same question of you; what is it that is true to you?”