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Post by Willow Omens on Apr 26, 2020 3:40:59 GMT -5
In the time before the time, there was a man. A man who's dream was to give his culture a new place to flourish and grow from. A man who broke away from traditions. A man who's one goal was to restore that which he had lost before he was even born. Raised on stories, tall tales, and indoctrinated in to the epochs of his old home, there was naught in his mind but the chance to make a new home for his wayward people. The nomadic neophyte sought power, sought allies, sought every little accolade he could garner. Why then, would one man reach so far beyond the scope of his skill to gamble upon a shot in a million?
All for the sake of his people, a culture that he loved with little connection to, but a desire to restore. Taking advantage of every connection, he made that town, he grew that town before his very eyes from naught but a hand full of seeds. It was there that New Haven flourished. But, all good things must end. No good deed goes unpunished. For this man, who worked so hard to attain this, had things botched when The Shatter happened. In the blink of an eye everything changed. And the man that once was, was no more different than before, but much was amiss. With nary a realization of what it was that had changed, she began life anew in the new timeline.
Willow Omens grew up in New Haven. She had been here all her life, New Haven had been a part of the Clover Kingdom for nearly forty years now. Being as young as she was, the town was well established before she was around. And it was with her family, the village chief's family, that she lent her aid to the people of.
Willow worked as an errand runner, fire dancer, and hunter for what mana beasts came within proximity to the village.Willow's pink hair was one of the telltale signs of being tied to New Haven. But for those that did not visit the town, most knew nothing about the girl. A constant source of agoraphobia and anxiety, she struggled with going outside of the tree bound hovel mecca. The canopy's occupants knew well her skill, but wished she would do something beyond the borders of their thicket.
Willow did her best, what few times she did leave the town, she normally dressed up in many layers, fit for climbing the tallest of mountains, diving in to the darkest of depths. Alas, she wore these garbs to summer resorts, feeling safe within her vestments.
Today however, she was hunting around the basin of the trees. There were insect like mana beasts that were seeking to bore their way in to the trees. She and three other Havenites glided down on over sized leaves, grimoires at the ready. They sought to pelt these bugs and ward them away from their home. However, there were many more than their meager numbers could surmount. They would for sure require the help of another.
In the grass, below a group of trees lay a man who was in deep thought. Mimir's mind was creating arguments of what he should do and what he was capable of. What was his place in the world? Did the gods banish him from the cursed land he called home in order to find happiness elsewhere? Or was the result of his arrival here a mission to prove to them that he was a true viking. In that case, should the Clover Kingdom feel his wrath as he feasted on it day in and day out? They had already murdered his kin in cold blood upon arrival at its outskirts. Should he bring revenge into action once he began to kill anyone who was of an annoyance to him?
The thoughts of a maniac would cause him to let out a faint laughter. "Never in a million years did I think I would be stranded in a foreign land. There's no going back for me. I have to do something to enjoy myself while I'm here. If that means dying a painful death, then I welcome it. I want to burst through the doors of Valhalla and drink amongst the warriors of old in the Hall of Odin." whispered Mimir to the world. His world traveled through the wind and up to the heavens above. He hoped that his small prayer to the gods would cause them to send some kind of sign to him. The young man needed guidance in this time of turmoil within himself.
He would slowly raise his left hand from his side and reach for the sun with it. Squinting his eyes, he took in the heat of the sun. The light seemed to power him and if any mage was in his vicinity they could sense an aura of malice seeping from his body. In a flash it would disappear and his left hand would travel to his forehead, his fingers running across it like a steed in battle. While he traced his fingers across his forehead, Mimir would see three distinct figures glide down from the sky. As if on instinct he would jump up and be ready to defend himself if it came to it. At times he may seemed like a man who brought senseless killing, but those things happened only if he was provoked, or if the person interested him. And responding to his thoughts, his heart would skip a beat. The viking in him was slowly coming back out and he longed to fulfill his need for battle.
Usually Mimir was a calm and collected man when meeting new people, but they had interrupted his thoughts and he wanted to know why. Bringing his hands to his sides, he would shout "What the hell are you people doing flying those things interrupting peoples' peace. You do know bandits and formidable mages roam these forsaken lands and would have targeted you at an instance. I suggest you turn around and go back to your dens humans." You see, Mimir didn't consider the people of the Clover Kingdom or any other as his kin or even of his species. They didn't possess the same rage and honor that he had. They were ignorant and annoying. Especially those who strutted around calling themselves Magic Knights.
Post by Willow Omens on Apr 29, 2020 1:34:33 GMT -5
Gliding down upon the grace of wind via leaves was one thing, but to be throwing their own respective spells from each featherweight foliage? That was another. Whilst they glided down from on high, they careened through the breeze and gusts of wind that sent them grinding along with the gales. Feet planted firmly to the stem of each leaf, they rode them like boards, swiveling to and fro as they came down.
Of course, their descent was chastised by someone upon the ground below. Why would a person be napping here at this time? Within the forsaken region no less? This land was known to be hostile. It was a hazard. Lands morphed. Monsters spawned. People fought out here. The towns were rowdy, and everyone struggled to make do with what they had. For the trio of masked mages who came down, casting their magic at something that was NOT Mimir, they were shouted at BY Mimir. With bolts of fire and lightning striking two of the massive cow-sized bugs climbing up the tree, they would topple down, careening to the ground and thudding with a heavyweight.
The mass alone enough to crack terra firma beneath one's feet. With the soil razed and the footing difficult, it would at least be apparent what these tribal savage like warriors were here for. Not only that but as they came down their third member leaped from their leaf. Torquing through the air, she corkscrewed. Pink pigtails flowing around her like a gymnasts' streamers. Ankles together tight as she spoke some strange language. They all spoke the same strange language.
"Jtuh Iiq!" As she pivoted her arm out from her corkscrew twirl, water whirled around her arm from a magic circle by her shoulder. Rifling along her limb, it shot off in the shape of an eel, jaws unhinged which snapped down upon the face of that last bug, twerking it free from the trunk of the tree, and bringing it to the ground. Where she would land shortly after.
With the menace passed, and the malice put down, the three finally regrouped. The other two removed their masks. One was a tall, broad man with a white scar over his forehead. Orange hair on top of his head. The other was a pale red-haired man with a lean body. Both were clearly well built and toned.
Their compatriot, the girl, she scurried behind the other two, clinging to her mask for life. It was more like a helmet really, keeping her visage behind the veil. Aside from those long pigtails sticking out of it.
"Oh, hello, we are simply protecting our home," said the broad man, who walked forward to offer a handshake.
The girl hid behind the lean man more, murmuring something as she was in a panic around new people like always.
"We live up there, in the canopy. This is the border of New Haven. Home to refugees and visitors alike. Were you looking to visit the branches up high? See the culture? Find some food? We have it all." Said the lean man who stepped away and shoved Willow forward, "The Chief's Daughter here would be happy to give you a tour!"
Mimir watched as the group of three glided from the sky above. Truth be told, he could have cared less about the people that he encountered. They weren't from his country, nor were they his friends. At the moment he was just trying to see why they were flying around in the sky on giant leaves. When his eyes caught sight of the giant bugs on the trees that they were fighting, a single eyebrow would raise. He was amused by the fighting of the three. Fire, lightning, and water. People in this region did their best to showcase their magic. Back in his homeland, hiding what you were capable of wasn't rare. It made the enemy question his or her every move. If he wanted to fight these three he was sure that they wouldn't be much of a problem.
"Who knew while I was laying down giant bugs were in the trees." muttered the golden haired boy. Just as he got done talking to himself the three would approach him. Upon observing them, he saw that they were quite the ordinary bunch. A tall guy with quite a bit of muscle and a pale skinny guy. If he wasn't trying to act manly, Mimir would have already bust out laughing. The scar that was etched across the man's face was important enough to Mimir that he decided not to attack the three. Scars were wounds of battle and even he respected men who came face to face with it. So, for the time being he would listen to what they have to say. It was quite funny, Mimir was in their homeland acting as if he owned the place. If they had even a small amount of heart then the roles would be reversed.
Anyway, as Mimir studied the group, the muscle-man would begin to start talking. His mind unintentionally ignored everything that came out of his mouth, but when the other guy shoved a pink hair beauty forward, red streaks appeared across his cheeks. The girl appeared to be around his age and was rather short, though it wasn't her shortness or age that caught his attention. The pink locks that brought out the teal in her eyes had nearly caused him to mumble some words. Now it wasn't everyday he saw people around his age in these parts unless they were Magic Knights. So, he would attempt to try his luck right in this moment.
"The chief's daughter you say? Well I would love a tour of the place, but I don't quite want to venture into a town right now. I've been roaming these lands in search of something and I don't know what it will be until I find it." said Mimir, his tone deep as the words elegantly left his mouth. His red eyes would travel from the muscle-man and down to the pink haired girl. "What is your name girl? Maybe instead of showing me around your home you can join me on my travels around this region for a bit. You seem like someone who knows the area. Maybe what I'm looking for is in the forest. Care to help me find it?" asked Mimir.
Post by Willow Omens on May 10, 2020 0:55:18 GMT -5
To say she encapsulated the look of innocence was but an understatement. This girl in front of Mimir had the glistening glimmer sparking in her eyes that came to only someone who wishes to see more of the world. But the fear on her face begged another story to be spoken. She was terrified of that which she wanted to be a part of, afraid to venture out and experience it firsthand. Willow struggled with an acute sense of agoraphobia and crippling anxiety of other people. When Mimir approached her with a proposition to see the world, she moused her way back a few steps, a little EEK coming from her.
"I, I am being very fine w-with being where I am!" She stuttered out in response, taking one step back as Mimir approached her with a proposition of heading out through the country looking for something or other, something that he was on the lookout for. But not even he knew what it was? That was something that sounded like it would be much more than a day out in the country to seek out an unknown item or place!
"She's a bit skittish when it comes to leaving the village, even this is a lot for her. We're trying to get her to open up a bit more." Said the broad man who would look to interject into the conversation politely.
"I-- Maybe you would like to s-see. Be seeing, that, that if it was up in Ne-New Haven?" She said while looking to the ground, poking her index fingers together, twisting her hands back and forth as she fidgeted. It was up to Mimir if he wanted to come up to the town and see what it was all about or not.
If he listened and joined them, he would be whisked up through the air, aided with the help of a vine-like pulley that unfurled from the branches. It would bring anyone up to the canopy, letting them land on the wooden walkways that webbed their way through the branches of the canopy.
People with varying shades of red hair lived up here, most with well-built bodies that belied the natural state that scrawny mages seemed to carry with themselves. There was a smell of well-cooked fruits and spiced vegetables up here, people were either dancing or playing music, or going about their lives. There really was an entire village up here in the canopy of the trees!
Mimir watched and listened as the girl made shy gestures and stuttered. For months he traveled across the Clover Kingdom and had met many people. Those people ranging from common citizens to the deadliest of criminals. The girl reminded him of the few housewives back in his homeland who were afraid of the vast countryside and the fighting the men did. Most men in his country would cast aside the women that showed weakness and as he stood in front of the pink-haired girl, all he saw was weakness. It amazed him that someone of such stature could roam the lands of the Forsaken Region with the timidness that she possessed.
Like before, although this time standing. Mimir would place his left hand on his forehead. He did that from time to time in order to calm himself. Anger grew within him whenever he was reminded about being lost from his homeland. In one motion, the hand would move down his face. Wiping the little sweat that came from his pores due to the beaming sun. "Hmm, I'm sorry to hear that." said Mimir, his strong voice being carried by the wind. His head would go from the skinny man, to the brawny guy, and back to the pink haired girl. "I was actually enjoying the nature around these parts. I don't want to converse with any other individuals. Consider yourselves lucky because these are dangerous land. Who knows what is lurking high in the trees and behind the darkest of shadows."
After leaving that small note to the villagers, Mimir would turn away from them and begin walking south. His destination being deeper into the Forsaken Region in hopes of finding something. At the moment he didn't know what that something was, but of course he would find it in due time.
