paixaorpg | Not in Tellius Anymore... [Active, Open]

Entry tags:

Not in Tellius Anymore... [Active, Open]

Character(s): Naesala and anyone else who'd notice him.
Content: In coming to an end of a long, long flight to his home island, the mighty raven king arrives to Paixao. From there, he has to make an emergency landing.
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: Week 30, very early evening
Warnings: Aside from him being a little on edge, nothing else.

Even after a long, hard-fought battle, the hawks of Phoenicis and the ravens of Kilvas had kept a wide space of air between them. Yet this time, they set aside their rivalry insults—one calling them out for being carrion scavengers while the other would call them out to be so stuck up on their honor and nobility. Later, there would be a day when everything would course back to that. This Naesala knew all too well. The former King Ashanard and his massive armies have caused a lot of damage and suffering to everyone else. It was completely understandable that all humans and laguz who survived throughout the year were exhausted, and far past the point of having their dignity wounded.

Thank Goddess the war has ended. King Ashanard’s violent tyranny had gone too far, Naesala realized. If he had stuck with him, he along with the rest of the ravens would have been warped into feral monsters. In battling some of the feral ravens that had previously chosen to live for themselves, Naesala had seen with his own two eyes how savage they acted. Communicating with them had been utterly pointless.

The humans in Daein made them that way, and Ashanard got what he had deserved. So, good riddance to them. What a fruitless waste of time that was to attempt a strong alliance with them.

“I cannot see the day when I will be able to fly this much again,” said Naesala’s retainer, Nealuchi. As old as he was, he probably had the right to complain about his sore grayish wings. He was flying beside the just as weary raven king.

“Ah, I think you can manage. We’ll reach the shore soon.” Through his own weariness, Naesala showed a smug grin to the older raven laguz flapping and gliding beside him.

Nealuchi wore a more sincere smile. “I suppose I could, Nestling.”

“Everyone,” Naesala addressed to his flock. “I think we all deserve a rest for a while. Agreed?”

All at once, there were grumbles or mutterings of agreement. The energy of all the Kilvas ravens were clearly running low. Completely and reasonably understandable. There were enough goods they robbed of humans to live on for a week in the very least.

It would take some time for Naesala to shake off the image Daein had left. Ohhhh yes, absolutely. Right now, it was burned into his intelligent, brilliant brain.

As the familiar trees and sand of both Phoenicis and Kilvas were closer and closer within line of sight, it looked as if everything was making haste to shift appearances. This happened very quickly as the large and glossy black wings on Naesala’s back banged up against something hard and cold. He gasped at the sudden pain and saw humans below him scatter into different directions, yelping or shrieking in a panic.

Buildings, cobblestones, and a crowd of humans all of a sudden! It surprised him as he landed as well as he could, under such bizarre circumstances. He almost lost his balance when he did.

Just as he was gathering his wits, one of the various walkers stuttered, “Sir? I-If you would kindly move to the back of the line—“

Naesala turned to the skinny young man, staring down at him. He frowned as he didn’t let the human finish. “No, I think not. I’d like an explanation if you don’t mind. Otherwise, you can leave or direct me to someone who will.” He was weary, his wings were sorer than they originally were, and he really had not intended to be someplace that was not his home country. That silver icy gate must have been what he came through.

Checking his surroundings, he pondered to himself. “Looks a little like Crimea...but it’s really not, is it?” This sure wasn’t Begnion. There were a lot more buildings structured close together in the largest human nation than this place.

None of his flock were around, not even Nealuchi. Where have they gone? Old Gray Wings wouldn’t have left him all by himself. That wasn’t like him...

Naesala turned back to the man who was trembling and shaking before him. Being a witness to this was enough to feel less edgy. “Still here, hm?”

The person seemed to be holding a few items. One of them was small, rectangular, and a had a slight shine to it. Interesting; what could it be? A type of treasure box, perhaps? The two legged, featherless chicken was brave enough to speak to Naesala again. “U-Um... Y-Your name, please?”

The slightly annoyed expression on the raven man’s face could be easily interpreted as, You must be joking. “After four long days of taking out bloodthirsty Daeins, not so much as a little gossip has not reached your ears of me?” Eying the little shiny box again, Naesala grinned. “Let’s make a deal. I’ll tell you who I am, for a small price...” He pointed to the object that caught his interest. “I’ll gladly take that box item off your hands. You in return will be let off easy.” He said that last statement to cover up the fact that he didn’t have as nearly enough energy to transform, scare the man away, and rob him of the trinket for the hell of it.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Duma spotted the flurry of wings out of the corner of his eye - He had been walking back into his chapel when he had been whisked through a vortex and ended up at St Destino's. This at least allowed for a very pleasant flight over the Elysian Fields, but it was a waste of time. It was as he approached the Niflheim gate that he saw the flap of wings and made a hurried landing.

The blue haired, black winged creature was definitely not an angel. He had known dark skinned angels, but none with black feathers.

“I’ll gladly take that box item off your hands. You in return will be let off easy.” Though it was pretty obvious that the black-winged creature thought that he was impressive, and dangerous. Drawing up as much moral superiority as he could, Duma decided to walk in front of the creature, giving him a look that clearly said he was not impressed.

Just as the blonde human was about to comply to Naesala's offer, this new...being...decided to meddle midway through it.

From what he knew just by knowing and sensing the winged man's energy signature (those who use wind magic have that capability), this not modest fellow was definitely not a heron. Most of the heron tribe were dead, as only Reyson, Leanne, and their father Lozriah lived.

Not a human either. Naesala had no idea what he was, yet he wasn't intimidated by the slightest--only a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

"Stand aside," he addressed the white winged creature, his proud stance hardly faltering. "Just for one moment, whoever you may be. This matter of business won't be long..." If only words could get him to have what the gatekeeper held, so much the better. He was in no condition to do much else but just transform--to which would be a waste of time.

Duma, quite dutifully, stepped out of the way. Looking at the creature, he could only really surmise that he was some sort of demon. He had seen winged demons before.

Duma blinked flatly, still looking unimpressed by the creature. Knowing it wasn't human, he felt only a little guilt in speaking to the "demon" telepathically. It would save a lot of bravado, and he was in no mood to watch someone play with their food.

He'll give it to you anyway. He doesn't need to know your name, nor to have you threaten him The angel's face still looked blank.

Naesala stiffened, looking at the new creature whose voice didn't exactly come from his lips. The immediate reaction brought up a small wave of pain to his wings. At first there was surprise, something this raven laguz hadn't expected. The tension had soon passed, knowing that he was not in any danger.

It would very well be the end of him if he truly was in danger. It'd be useless to fly away, since he wouldn't be able to escape quickly enough. Wouldn't be fast enough in combat either.

The cowardly human had dropped the box and clearly ran off by now. It seemed as if he had enough. Oh yes, he was quite skittish.

Naesala heard the box clatter to the ground--luckily it didn't break. Yet he was too busy chuckling first, at both the winged person and the man's decision to just flee right on the spot. In trying not to trigger anymore pain, he gradually picked his prize off the ground as his light laughter quieted.

"Communication by thought must be very new these days... I can't possibly be anywhere near my island anymore, so could you perhaps tell me what is going on?" He only moved his eyes to scan the surroundings one more time, but Nealuchi or any of his soldiers still hadn't shown up.

Duma continued to look unimpressed by the demon, who at least did not appear to be trying to attack him. And unless he was mistaken the demon is slightly sore... Or very sore and pretending not to be.

That, did make the demon safe, however. Duma was in good health, at least physically.
Had you not terrified the gatekeeper, he would have welcomed you. This city is Paixao. It lies within a much greater creation Here Duma paused, wondering if he really needed to say more. He decided he did, as he wished to make sure the winged creature knew he did not fear it. and speech in silence is very old, as you would know, demon.

Naesala never gave a care if this stranger acted stoic around him. No mere glimmer in his dark eyes even showed it. All for the better that he not be afraid of this raven. Naesala only took a notable interest for this creature was unlike anything he'd ever know about beforehand. From this, he was certain that he was someplace completely different. How, he did not know...

In coming to think that he was in a very foreign land at not his best condition, looking for a fight wasn't on his agenda. All he truly wanted to do was reach the sandy shores of Kilvas and relax--put aside anymore raiding of gold and goods for another day. Apparently, none of this would happen anytime soon. And deep inside that smugness, there was discomfort on the rise.

But he knew better than to start griping or groaning. This new being he met; just how useful could he be? Just information?

Naesala couldn't help but grin a little at the title given to him, as well as the assumption. "I don't have the slightest as to what you are talking about, friend. Aside from a familiar name-calling from the words of humans, you are unlike anything I've ever met... You are not of any bird I would know, and...dare I say it, this might as well be a completely different realm."

How very...unnerving, as all the facts were looking at him in the face. How can this be possible? This is quite the predicament, and I just may as well be the only raven in this place. Well, then; he might as well explain himself. "This city of Paixao looks as if it had been here for quite some time... This is not of Tellius origin, and as far as I know not what you mean by 'greater creation', as our origins appear to be different. Your wings are as white as those of my friends who survived a great massacre. Yet you are not of the heron tribe... You may not even be a laguz at all. There is not one among them--bird, beast, or dragon--that is able to speak in this 'speech in silence'."

Listening to the demon speak, Duma felt a sense of curiosity. A heron? A great massacre? He smirked just a little when he realised that, once again, someone had mistaken him for a bird. Except this someone also had wings. Thus it stood to reason that this deomon was actually a bird... which of course did not preclude them being a demon as well, but it did mean it was not a demon that had ever resided in Hell, for a Hell-demon would readily recognise an angel.
When I say "greater creation" I have been told that we are within a castle, that there are other floors. It is not the easiest of concepts to grasp.

Duma let his innate empathy win through his initial irritation - there was nothing worse than realising you were here, alone, somewhere you did not understand.
This place draws beings from many worlds. No one knows how to return home again. Wherever you are from, you cannot readily get back to it.

You are right, I am not of any tribe. I am not a bird, I am an angel.
Duma tilted his head, and thought of doing not just what is good, but what is right. You hold your wings stiffly. You are in pain.

Naesala wouldn't admit it, but it was kind of pleasant to see him show other expressions. So, he wasn't really emotionless after all. With undivided attention, he listened to everything that was explained.

"All of that sounds very strange, and unfortunate... For what purpose? Clearly, there must be some reason why." For someone who was somehow drawn into this place, he wasn't taking it as hard as others would expect. "And, if I'm going to be here a while, I might as well see what there is to see, to provide for my country." Despite the bad news, he can only smile. "My flock will search everywhere for me in the mean."

Naesala didn't even try to hide his amusement. "Ah, so they truly exist? The humans call whoever they admire as angels, and use the term 'monster' or 'demon' to those they fear and despise..."

Naesala glanced back to the entrance he unexpectedly came through. From there, he spoke disdainfully. "As for my precious wings, they brushed harshly against one of those doors by accident. I didn't feel anything shatter, so they must be bruised..." He sighed, looking back to the angel. "I also flew a very long way, to help bring an end to a war. My body's weary from the traveling, and taking flight will only make matters worse for me."

Duma by now was back to looking impassive, even slightly sad but he was quite impressed that the "demon" hadn't been as shocked as he was to be in a new and wholly different place. Duma would readily admit he took things harder than most did, but some degree of shock would have been nice to see.

The purpose of this place has not been told to me - and I don't believe there is any purpose to bringing so many creations into one city. You may find here enough jewels that you could not possibly carry them, but returning them to your lands may prove difficult.

Duma looked slightly hurt as the bird-creature laughed at him. It wasn't of any particular matter, but there was a point that being told you were merely a lie to make children behave got very wearing. Humans underestimate the complexity of angels and the viciousness of demons. I used the term as a name, not a description. I am Duma, Guardian of Silence.

Duma reached out to very gently touch the elbow of the bird-creature. I have a place you could rest, not far from here. If you do not wish to fly, we may walk.

Naesala has often reserved some emotions, and knew he had to not show fear around his people. This type of behavior became second nature not long after he became the king of ravens, some years ago. Upon arriving to Paixao, he felt more along the lines of disappointment than shock by now. The initial shock upon receiving the pain on his wings and the sudden shift of surroundings came and gone so quickly.

"...True. I suppose I could use a little help to carry any treasure back there," Naesala contemplated. Even in his true raven form, he wasn't built to carry so much weight.

He listened further as to what was said. "Seems to me the humans you'd know aren't very different from those on Tellius... Some underestimate how smart any of the laguz are."

As Duma introduced himself, he promptly followed suit. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Duma. I am Naesala, the raven king of Kilvas..." He didn't so much as flinch to his touch. "Someplace that's less hustle and bustle would be best." He nodded. "Yes, let's take a walk, a stroll down these streets, shall we? I'd rather not strain myself."

When Naesala didn't flinch, Duma gently wrapped his hand around the raven's elbow and lead him along the winding streets inside Paixao. As usual, the natives gave them a wide berth, as Duma was wearing nothing. He had long since given up on attempting to board the train.

During the "lesurely stroll" Duma kept one eye on the raven to see how much of the jeweled plants and building facades Naesala would try to appropriate - he got the feeling Naesala would be just as fond of shiny things as the inhabitants of Paixao were - and even more fond than true ravens were.

Shiny things will buy you food and lodging. The people here are not smart, but they are peaceable.

As they came closer to the rather dingy building that Duma called his chapel, he walked a little slower. Where is it you come from? And which people do you rule? Duma felt that his prime consideration was still to listen to the stories of the people he met.

"Or I could just take what I need," Naesala simply said. "And it's safe to say that humans aren't the wisest creatures in existence. Some are however decent. Not all of them discriminate laguz." People such as Ike, a mercenary, were the few Naesala saw no point in raiding from.

He eyed some of the jewels in the bushes, not caring if Duma watched him do so. He kept mental note of the colored gems'location. The shiny leaves from the trees and fake vegetation placed here and there he felt was not worth much of anything. The jewels, real gold, and certain goods were what he'd focus on gathering and storing--later.

Naesala was indifferent to the chapel before them. He's seen bigger and more fancier churches in Begnion, to which looked as crowded as it did in this city. That's a floor of a castle, he recalled to himself in mild disbelief.

He brushed aside some of his bangs with his free hand, as he started to explain about the world he's known ever since he was a Nestling. "Kilvas, as I stated before. It is the smallest speck of land out there in Tellius. There is a larger isle next to it, but the King Tibarn and the rest of his hawks reside there. Tibarn is a hawk who sides with his kind. I'm among the ravens. Each nation of Tellius has her own king... The herons used to live peacefully in the forest of Serenes, near the largest human city, but the few still living I've heard are to stay with the beast king of Gallia for awhile."

He could have mocked those oh so noble hawks on clinging to what pride remains, but he decided not to. Those quarrels were really the business between hawk and laguz anyway, no one else.

You indeed could just take what you wished. But why you would when currency is plentiful and virtue less so I am unsure.

Duma showed Naesala inside the small chapel, that was lit with hundreds of candles. A few benches served as pews, lined up in front of a very makeshift altar. In the corner pillows, rags and blankets were laid in a large nest, near a mattress with a neatly folded blanket and pillow. Duma understood his guests (not that he'd really had any) might prefer to sleep not in a huddle. welcome to the chapel of St Ibriel. I only ask that you not steal from it - oh, and please do not touch the thorned rose, it may hurt you.

A land of bird people... Islands of winged beings. Duma was hit with a wave of nostalgia so strong he had to turn away from Naesala. He didn't want to cry in front of the raven.
Your people and your enemies sound fascinating. The different tribes do not live together? Duma busied himself lighting the candles that had gone out. Eventually he looked back. Please, rest wherever you wish.

Naesala looked around with vague interest, and then took a seat on one of the benches. "I understand that this is a special place of yours. And I do not steal from friends, so you can put your mind at ease, Duma."

The reaction made him smile, whether out of amusement or kindness. Naesala cared not of how Duma would see it. Naesala didn't really know how to feel about it. "Each tribe has their own separate way of ideals, and way of living," he said, sounding half bored. "We all have our...disagreements, to put it mildly. But we all do not hate each other. The dragons prefer to have their secluded utopia, and the cats in Gallia like their forest in Crimea, not far from human towns.

"We ravens mostly want nothing to do with entertaining the humans--but that doesn't necessarily mean they're welcome." He paused just a beat. "If they leave a donation to our welfare first."

Naesala started to examine the box the gatekeeper was holding. Not only was it a bit shiny, but very thin too. It was hard, and a lot smoother than the finest wood and stone. Interesting...

Duma settled down carefully next to Naesala, the glimmer of a tear still in his eye. It sounds much like the wars of humans, the disagreements between the nations. Not that I know many humans. I have never been to a human place... Before I came here, anyway.
He thought a little longer, knitting his eyebrows in silence. No, this was not a demon. Perhaps one of the children of Lillith, long ago. But you couldn't help that.

That's a journal. You can find in it a map, and functions to allow you to speak to everyone who possesses a journal, or only one person. I believe the entire populous to own at least one.

Naesala slightly frowned, not liking to be compared to humans. A majority held anyone and everything around them in contempt. They've believed the world of Tellius was created solely for their entertainment. "As much as laguz have their disagreements, our disputes don't lead to warfare. Kilvas included..."

He soon found the thin lining and opened the box up, to see the aligned lettered buttons and the blank screen. "You speak into this?"

Duma smiled. Naesala was obviously very proud of not being human, proud to be set above them. Duma had seen the same behaviour in angels, and while he could understand why, he was willing to give humans a little more slack.

You will have to tell me more of your people. I have not heard them, and I have heard the cries of most.

He leaned closer, not noticing as the Raven's wings brushed his own. I do not speak into it. But there is a way of transmitting voice. I assume one just has to speak their message and transmit it. It sends messages in text as well. It is how I communicate with most people.

"Ah, but to be fair, you have not mentioned anything about your people. You're the first actual angel I've ever met." Since Naesala was going to be here for a while, their chat shouldn't just be about Tellius...

The raven king closed the journal. "Quite an interesting device, this," he mused. "Although, I think I'll play with it at another time." Getting to know Duma as an acquaintance seemed to be more interesting to him than sending a message.

Duma looked slightly sad. My people live in the Silver City, where it is beautiful and peaceful. Of late the peace has been somewhat broken. But I do not know much about that, I have been living in Hell for the past two decades. Duma fingered the key to hell that hung round his neck.
It was not pleasant, to walk upon the earth, at first. But I was loyal, I am an angel - I do what I am told. We all do.

"Peace never seems to last long enough," Naesala said. This from his observation and experience in the year-long war against Daein that had ended.

"Who were you loyal to," asked Naesala, doing his part in just striking up conversation. He glanced to the key. He noticed the key and chain, but knew better to take either of them. After all, wasn't Duma going to be an ally to him, at least for now?

Duma tensed, slightly wary as he noted Naesala looking at the key to Hell. He hadn't known the raven long, but he could already recognise when Naesala wanted something and might be prepared to take it.
My friend I would give you this key as readily as I breathe, but to do so would mean a betrayal of my God, my love, and of you. For you are not the creature to live amongst the demons and the damnned.

Duma took a deep breath, listening to the soft sound the plants in the corner made as they slithered along the floor. I am loyal to my Maker. And.. here an image flashed hard across his brain, of another angel rebuking him, the feeling of intense pain. Duma shut his thoughts, hoping to have limited what he had let Naesala hear.

And I am loyal to what is right.

Naesala slightly shook his head. "I have no interest to take a key to what would have to be the most miserable place imaginable. I was only looking. I had no idea this was a violation to our trust... I have no desire to betray you, or your god, for I don't have a reason to."

One leg crossed over the other as he shifted his sitting position a little. "We each have our own point of view to what is right. I wouldn't question yours. A good friend of mine, the heron prince, has a very strong sense of justice--just as you seem to. Once he thought I was allying with humans such as those in Begnion who had burned and slaughtered his kind on heresay." He grimaced upon the memory of that tragedy many years ago. "I only used them and went a little too far so I quit the trading business, because I had been overconfident. For Reyson, I also had to withdraw my hand among the ranks of Daein. I was later told that they've captured and tortured the ravens who had left of their own free will."

Naesala wouldn't outright admit it, but there was a side to Duma that reminded the raven of Prince Reyson. Because of this, he perhaps wouldn't have the heart to cross the angel.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Not in Tellius Anymore... [Active, Open]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

OOC: Sorry, deleted for format fail

/didn't see it, really. ^^

no subject

orz sorry for slowness. fist shake at stubborn LJ

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Not in Tellius Anymore... [Active, Open]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

OOC: Sorry, deleted for format fail

/didn't see it, really. ^^

no subject

orz sorry for slowness. *fist shake at stubborn LJ*

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

orz sorry for slowness. fist shake at stubborn LJ