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paixaorpg2011-03-26 06:45 pm
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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.
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.
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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'."