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| The Exiles; Fortis and Oracle | |
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| Fortis | Feb 17 2009, 02:43 PM Post #1 |
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The dark clouds blotted out the sun, plunging the sea into a dim grey light. The rain fell in unrelenting sheets, and the fierce wind whipped through the furled sails. Thunder periodically boomed out, accompanied by occasional blinding flashes of lightning. Beneath Noss’ feet, the ship pitched and rocked wildly, threatening to pitch him off his feet had he not dug his claws into the deck. Large waves slammed into the side of the ship. All around Noss the dwarves dashed about the ship, struggling to weather the storm. Noss did whatever he could to help, but he was inexperienced at ship handling. There was little he could do that the dwarves could not do better and faster, and most of them simply told him to stay out of their way. Noss agreed, the rocking of the ship disturbed his stomach and nauseated him. He simply waited at the mast, watching in case any dwarves fell overboard as the ship was tossed on the waves. “Big one comin’! Hold on!” One of the dwarves roared over the deafening din of the storm. Noss turned to look over the side of the ship. He gasped at the sight. A huge wave bore down on the ship, threatening to capsize it altogether. He slammed his claws into the mast as the wave rammed into the ship. The ship tilted wildly as the water swept over the deck. Noss feared that the ship would roll over entirely, but the sturdy dwarven ship righted itself as the water ran off the deck. Noss breathed a sigh of relief. The piercing note of a scream pierced the din of the storm. Noss spun his head around as a clear voice screamed his name. The cold hand of fear clutched at his heart, Ursa was clinging precariously to the rail, hanging over the side of the ship. Noss cried out in alarm, and abandoned his hold at the mast. He ran to the edge of the ship, stumbling as the deck heaved beneath him. Scrambling to his feet, he came to the rail and seized Ursa’s wrists. He dug his claws of his feet into the deck, and wrapped his tail tightly around the railing. With a tight grip on Ursa’s wrists, he began pulling the siren back aboard the ship. There was a blinding flash and the deafening, blasting boom of thunder behind Noss. A bolt of lightning arced down from the grey, roiling sky and speared into the central mast. A searing burst of hot air erupted behind Noss, blasting out from the stricken mast. With a howl, Noss felt himself being blasted out over the rail. He plunged into the cold water with a splash, as burning pieces of the mast fell down into the water around him. His back was burning in pain, and his consciousness faded in and out. Groggily, he clung to a piece of flotsam. He fought desperately to stay alert, but it was a losing battle. |
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| Oracle | Feb 18 2009, 04:18 AM Post #2 |
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It seemed an eternity passed as she clung to the railing, hoping Noss had heard her call. How long could the ship hang suspended on it's side like this? She could find no purchase for her feet, and to open her wings in this gale was madness. That was how she wound up in this mess. Perhaps she and Noss had been wrong about the vision they shared. But she had been so certain that the Wild Gods had forgiven her. If that was true, surely he would rescue her. Finally the ship righted itself, but the action buffeted her against the ships timbers. A mighty blow to her chest knocked the wind from her lungs. The pain was too much, and her hands began to loose their grip on the rail. Screaming out as she slipped away, her cry was brought up short by Noss' firm grip on her wrists. She looked up into his eyes, relieved by his timely rescue. Everything would be okay now, Noss would not let her fall. He would pull her onto the ship, and they would get below deck like they should be and...a brilliant flash of lightening flung Noss toward her. Searing heat singed the edges of her beautiful wings, before toppling Ursa and Noss both into the maw of the sea. With none of the crew aware of their plight, the ship drifted further away. Ursa struggled against the choppy waters toward where Noss was, but the current and beating waves were too strong. Taking a risk that she might loose him altogether, she dove beneath the surface. Swimming as she was accustomed to she popped to the surface where he should be. To her utter relief he was clinging to what appeared to be a portion of the mast. Making her way to the opposite side of the hunk of wood, she saw his dilemma. He was barely conscious, "Noss, don't you let go. I could not bear it if you let go." Across the small bobbing piece of mast she wrapped her arms around his neck. For as long as she was able she would hold onto the promise of the Wild Gods, her champion. The night was cold, blustering, slapping them here and yon about the watery deep, but in holding onto Noss she was at peace. |
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| Fortis | Feb 18 2009, 11:12 AM Post #3 |
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Even as his consciousness drifted away, the sound of the song of speech flittered through his mind. It comforted and relaxed him, Noss calmed, even as he waited for death to claim him. But what was that voice? It sounded like one of the Wild Gods themselves, such was the beauty in it. Had one come personally to escort him to their side? But no, there was an urgency, a pleading in the voice. The parts of his mind that were still awake began to recognize it. It was Ursa, his silver voice! What was she doing in to the sea? She should be safe upon the ship. His heart sank at the thought of Ursa being adrift with him. But it was clear he could not surrender yet. His mind struggled, fighting to overcome the haze enveloping it. His eyes flickered, and slowly came into focus. He felt the cold sea surrounding his body, the rough wood beneath his arms and the rain falling upon his head. And he felt Ursa’s arm clinging desperately to him. Slowly, Noss lifted his head up. The storm still raged about them. Rain still fell from the sky. The ship was in the distance, periodically hidden by the rising waves. There was smoke rising from the ship, though the shouts of the dwarves fighting the fire were drowned out by the storm. He saw Ursa clinging to the same piece of wreckage and trying to hold onto him “Forgive me…I…I tried to sssave you. I won’t leave you Ursssa,” Noss whispered weakly. He shifted an arm to get a better grip on the wood, digging his claws into it. Slowly, he became more alert, fighting the fatigue and the pain in his back. “When you firssst ssspoke, I thought that it wasss one of the Wild Godsss themssselves…” |
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| Oracle | Feb 19 2009, 03:15 AM Post #4 |
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“Forgive me…I…I tried to sssave you. I won’t leave you Ursssa.” As she clung desperately to him, her heart was lightened as his consciousness returned. The deep rasp of his voice cut through the storm, and into her heart as he asked her forgiveness. He wanted her forgiveness? She was incredulous. It was her fool hardy desire to stay on the deck, rather than be locked below that had them floating hopelessly in the hands of the Wild Gods. If she had been brave enough to go down into the belly of the ship, they would both still be aboard it's safe confines. Guilt betrayed her, and she buried her face into the warmth of Noss' neck. Her silken voice spilling across the short distance to his ear. "It is I that am sorry Noss. Had I listened to you, we would still be on the ship. It seems I do nothing but cause you to rescue me. Forgive me for being such a fool." A sudden blast of wind, then the slap of a wave had her sputtering, and almost jarred her loose from her hold. Her grip, and resolve strenghening, she would not loose Noss, she could not loose Noss. Better to sink into the depths, than bear the thought of being alone again. The parts of her burnt wings that remained in the water were soothed by its undulating coolness, but where they extended above her, tender patches of raw flesh felt as if they were still burning. Noss had taken the brunt of the lightening blast, he must be in agony. Even on land there was little she could do for him. The one consoling factor was, he would be in less pain remaining in the water. The salt would help to keep the wound cleansed, the water would keep his back moist. “When you firssst ssspoke, I thought that it wasss one of the Wild Godsss themssselves…" That much she could do for him. Holding tightly, through the storm and the night, Ursa sang. She sang the story of her life to him anew. She sang of the strange bond that drew her to him. She sang of the desire of her soul, to not be separated from him. Strange as it was, she was almost happy to be off the ship. Perhaps the Wild Gods had another task for them. Something neither of them would have thought possible. She sang to him every thought that came to her. When the morning light penetrated the dispersing storm. Her head grew weary, and the strength left her limbs. On the calm sea, she rested lightly clinging to her anchor. Edited by Oracle, Feb 19 2009, 04:21 AM.
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| Fortis | Feb 19 2009, 01:45 PM Post #5 |
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“Nothing?” Noss repeated, listening to Ursa’s words. His mind went back to the last day, when he had first heard her beautiful song. Where she trusted him despite his fierce, intimidating appearance; trusting him with her life. Where she embraced him on the deck of the ship, and helped him face the captian of the ship he had stowed away on. Where she sat with him, listening to him talk of his culture and his gods, and witnessed with him the Wild Gods’ acceptance of her. In the space of one day’s time, he had been changed, and so had his exile. A curse had been made into a blessing. “No, Ursssa, you have done everything for me,” Noss said back to her. Listening to Ursa’s voice, he rested. He dug his claws into the mast to keep from slipping into the sea. His consciousness again began waning. But he did not descend into a surrendering daze as he had slipped into before, but a gentle restful sleep. Around him, the noise of the turbulent sea faded. He did not heed the storm as it blew off into the distance. Even the pain in his back seemed to recede before the calming song. His eyes closed and he rested his head upon Ursa’s shoulder. The early morning light of the next day gradually awoke Noss. His eyes flicked open in the sunlight. The storm was gone, and the surface of the sea was all but motionless. The pain in his back was now reduced to a mere dull ache. His scales had been burnt, but they protected him from the lightning. Even now, the dead scales were sloughing off, to make room for the new ones that would eventually grow. He felt Ursa’s soft arms, still encircling his neck. Her head was nodding, but there was still a whisper of a song coming from her lips. Had she fought off fatigue the whole night to keep him safe? Noss was moved by the depth of her sacrifice for him. Again, he breathed a prayer of thanks for the Siren. He was determined to make sure her struggles were not in vain. He was well rested now, and able to turn thought to their survival. Looking about, he could not see the ship, but there was a good deal of wreckage and flotsam drifting about. “Ressst now, Ursssa,” He said softly. Gently, he pulled her up onto the fragment of the mast, laying her along its length. It may not be comfortable, but it would be safe for her while Noss worked. With Ursa atop the mast fragment, he hooked a claw into one end of the fragment, pulling it as he swam. He swam to another piece of the beam, this one with several lengths of rope trailing from it. Using this rope, he lashed this piece to the one Ursa was sleeping on. It didn’t take long for him to finish, and he towed them and Ursa to another piece of wood. Using another length of rope, he lashed this one to the other two. As Ursa slept, Noss gradually built a crude, but useable, raft for themselves, one piece at a time. He had collected several more pieces of wood, as well as a portion of the sailcloth, but he climbed onto the raft to rest his tired limbs for a while. He lay next to Ursa on his belly, as his back was still tender and vulnerable without the scales. Edited by Fortis, Feb 19 2009, 01:48 PM.
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| Oracle | Feb 21 2009, 02:22 AM Post #6 |
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“Ressst now, Ursssa,” She could no longer raise her head, and as he tenderly placed her on the mast she knew he would watch, as she had watched him. Her song trailed off, and she fell into a deep slumber, trusting him with complete abandon. The sun had touched the noonday sky when she woke to find he had constructed a raft from the wrecked remains of the ship. Her admiration of his talents grew even more. What had she done that the Wild Gods had finally blessed her? Every day had been the same, she had done nothing different to earn their notice. As she watched Noss rest, she found herself wishing his eyes would open. She longed to see his soul again. It seemed forever since she had sat curled next to him in the crows nest. Their future played out by the Gods. What was it he had said last night before he slept in her care? "Nothing?...No, Ursssa, you have done everything for me.” She pondered that for a time, finding some small pleasure in knowing she had brought him joy. Her wings ached during her attempt to move them, but she spread them slightly anyway to keep them limber. Then turning to her side, one arm cradling her head, she could bear it no more. Her hand, so small and frail compared to his, reached out to gently caress his face. She hadn't realised how intense her emotions were. She knew she would die for him, and slightly ashamed, she knew if necessary, she would kill to stay by his side. "Quietly she whispered, "Rest my champion." Slipping quietly off the raft, she submerged herself setting off to find food, and soak her wings to moisten the burnt flesh. Locating a school of rather large fish, she cut off one of the smaller of the lot. With a deft dive and twist, she had chased it right into her hands. The whole trick of fishing was getting them to go where you wanted. With a quick snap she broke its neck, then headed back to Noss. Quietly laying the fish on the raft, she set off into flight. Her wings were sufficiently refreshed to be only slightly painful. The wind felt exhilarating beneath them once again, but her purpose was not the flight itself. They needed to find land. Perhaps from the heights she could find somewhere for them to head. But there was nothing but the sky, the vast ocean, and Noss. For now they would have to wait upon the Gods. She was willing to trust. After all, they had brought Noss. She settled lightly onto the raft, easing herself back close to Noss. Eagerly her eyes awaited the opening of his own. Edited by Oracle, Feb 21 2009, 02:26 AM.
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| Fortis | Feb 22 2009, 01:39 PM Post #7 |
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Noss lay upon the rough wood of the crude raft. Though it was uneven, he was in no danger of slipping away into the sea and slept deeply. However, his sleep was troubled, and chaotic dreams filled his mind with many images. It resembled the visions in the smoke from the prayer totem, but darker and more ominous. A large battle between many races flittered through his mind. In his sleep, he hissed softly, and his hand clenched, as if gripping a spear. He awoke with a start when Ursa settled next to him. His eyes darted open, and looked around in a panic for a split second. Then they fell upon Ursa. His mind calmed, and the last visages of the chaotic dreams were swept away and forgotten. He looked into her eyes, and brought up a hand to gently brush against the side of her cheek. Slowly, he sat up, despite his aching back, and looked around at the empty ocean. All around him, the horizon was the same empty meeting between sea and sky “Ssso, we are exiled again,” Noss said grimly, his gaze drifting down into the waters next to the raft. He brought up his head and met Ursa’s eyes again, “But I cannot truly call any placcce that I share with you an exile, Ursssa. Ssstill, we mussst tend to our sssurvival.” Noss began sorting out what he still had on his person. In one pouch, he had his prayer totem, the steel and flint, and the vials of liquid, which were fortunately still sealed shut. In another, he had his healing herbs from the jungle and wilds, though they had been waterlogged. Noss did not know if this would affect their potency. On his belt, his bolas still hung, and some of his harpoons upon his back weathered the blast from the thunder without much damage. However, his spear had been left upon the ship. Food was no issue, with Ursa’s skill at fishing and his at hunting. They could live indefinitely upon the bounty of the ocean. Water was another issue, though. He had a full waterskin upon his hip, but that would not last long while they ate salty fish from the ocean. “Thirssst will be our greatessst enemy,” Noss said, contemplating their situation. He began pulling the wood, the rope, and the piece of sail up onto the raft. Using his claws, he began shaping the wood to his needs, and cutting a triangular sail from the cloth “We mussst find fresh water sssoon. Ursssa, when you flew, did your eyesss sssee any land?” |
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| Oracle | Feb 23 2009, 11:51 PM Post #8 |
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Smiling as he woke, she leaned into his hand as he reached out to caress her cheek. The world was right again. For her, sleeping was like a small death...away from Noss. As he looked around at the ocean, he must be feeling the same sense of abandonment she had. The pattern of her thoughts was still an everyday occurrence, she hadn't been away from her island long enough to forget about living from day to day. They just needed to get through today, tomorrow would take care of itself. Ssso, we are exiled again...but I cannot truly call any placcce that I share with you an exile, Ursssa. Ssstill, we mussst tend to our sssurvival.” She smiled, "Had you been on my isle I would have been content to remain there. The only true exile is when you are all alone. We are simply adrift, waiting for the Wild Gods to deliver us where we need to be. Had they wished us to perish, the storm would have sufficed, or the lightening that placed us here. I have faith that the ones who sent you to me will deliver us both. As he sorted through all his belongings, she looked despairingly at her two single items. Her small harp slung through the strap around her waist, and a fish tooth knife she had fashioned. It too was strapped to the belt. She put it to good use carving up the fish she had caught before Noss awoke. “Thirssst will be our greatessst enemy.” "I hate to admit it, but it is true. However, with some threads from the sailcloth and the scraps from the fish we may be able to attract some seagulls. Their blood may help sustain us while our water is in short supply. When he asked her about land, she simply lowered her eyes shaking her head. "The gods have not set the place for us to go within out grasp yet." She set the pile of fish chunks between them on the wood. Then leaning against his shoulder, she quietly mumbled a thankful prayer for the food they had and their lives. "I will look again in a while. I know only that we are drifting south, farther away from the islands where the dwarven ship was headed. I remember nothing of the world from before my exile." She looked up at him, hoping he knew more about the lands and the sea than she did. "Do you know any tales of the southern waters?" Waiting for him to speak she realised she wanted to hear his voice, where they were headed was just a subject that allowed that to happen. Every time he spoke she was spellbound, desiring more. Edited by Oracle, Feb 23 2009, 11:52 PM.
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| Fortis | Mar 10 2009, 11:14 AM Post #9 |
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Noss fell silent for a moment as he thought back to his time in the jungle. He remembered the times he listened to the tales told by the elder members of his tribe. Most of the tales concerned the jungle, some concerned the lands beyond, but few ever reached the sea. “I’m sssorry, I know few talesss of thessse watersss,” Noss answered after a moment. However, he could see Ursa’s disappointment and longing as she looked into his eyes. It didn’t matter what tale he talked of, Ursa just wanted the comfort of his voice. A comfort that Noss was pleased and thankful he could provide. “They are ominousss talesss anyway. They are not sssutible for telling at thisss time,” Noss said, speaking up again. “Let me tell you of a better tale. When I carved the prayer totem, I told you briefly of the Wild Godsss, and of the beginningsss of my kind. I sssaid it would take a day and a night to tell the tale in full, and there are many legendsss besssidesss the one of creation.” Noss continued carving the wood and trimming the sailcloth, occasionally stopping to eat a piece of the fish that Ursa had caught. As he worked, he spoke, telling the tales and legends he had learned in his youth. He related a legend of a reptilian who had journeyed the world during the first age, searching for the perfect material to use in the temple’s creation and meeting the different races. Despite his efforts, he found that the perfect stone was found in a mountain within the jungle at his home. He talked of the first hunts of the reptilians as the Wild Gods taught them how to use the tools of the hunt. Noss told a humorous tale about a mischievous thieving monkey who stole a newly created flower from one of the Wild Gods. The monkey was eventually foiled when he got his hand trapped in a small hole, because he refused to let go of a gem the Wild Gods had put there. “That isss an old tale, told to the young onesss who are in unfamiliar territory. Whenever the wind howlsss among the treesss, we sssay it jussst the monkey howling in frussstration, trying to free hisss hand but refusssing to let go of the gem.” Noss concluded, finishing the tale from his youth, smiling to himself at the pleasant memories the legends and tales brought back. There was still the dull ache of homesickness, but the knowledge that he could return eventually buoyed him. The whole time he had spoken, he had carved the wood and trimmed the sailcloth, fastening it to one of the beams. He tied two of the wooden beams together into a T shape. A triangular sail was attached to this T beam. He fastened this T to the raft, tying it in place. He tied the top of the beam to the back of the raft. “Sssinccce there isss no land here, let usss pray the Wild Godsss sssend usss a favorable windsss to take usss where they will.” Noss said, unfurling his makeshift sail. It billowed in the wind, and began pulling the raft along through the seas. With his sail completed, Noss rested, putting an arm around Ursa. “Ssstill, I wonder why they cassst usss from the ship. Do they wish to take usss elsewhere? Or wasss this a fluke of chanccce or fate?” (It feels like a little bit of a cop out, not actually telling the legends, but I tried to write one up a couple times, and I couldn’t get it to sound right.) |
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| Oracle | Mar 14 2009, 12:03 AM Post #10 |
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“Sssinccce there isss no land here, let usss pray the Wild Godsss sssend usss a favorable windsss to take usss where they will.” Ursa settled in to Noss' embrace, content to trust the will of the Wild Gods. “Ssstill, I wonder why they cassst usss from the ship. Do they wish to take usss elsewhere? Or wasss this a fluke of chanccce or fate?” "I prefer to believe they have plans for us Noss. They could have left me on my isle, but they sent you. They answered when you prayed for us. They forgave us, now they will send us where we are needed." As she spoke a gust of wind blew from the north. She smiled as it pushed their small collection of timber ever further south. It continued the rest of that day and on into the next. Noss had told her several more stories, and close to sun set, she had remembered one herself. Once she began telling it she could almost hear her fathers voice and see the pictures drawn on the pages of the little book. "There was an old couple who wanted a pet cat. They did not want just any cat, mind you, it had to be the most beautiful cat in the county. After breakfast on one particular morning, the woman asked, "Old Man, would you please go find a beautiful cat today?" He nodded, grabbed his coat and hat, "I will bring you a cat Old Woman. The most beautiful cat I can find." He wandered over hill and dale, across the streams and glades, till he at last reached a secluded valley. He was met by the amazing sight of hundreds and thousands of cats of every kind. Looking down at his feet was the most beautiful pure white long haired cat he had ever seen, and decided that was the cat he wanted. As he was about to leave there was an equally beautiful glossy black cat. He had to have that one too. It came to pass that each time he turned to leave there was another beautiful cat he just had to take back to Old Woman. Before he knew it he had taken every cat in the valley. They followed him home, and as they crossed the glade they became hungry. Each cat took a bit of grass for dinner and the glade was left barren and brown. As they crossed the stream they meowed that they were thirsty. Each cat took a tiny sip of water and the stream dried up. Before long the old man arrived home with the hundreds and thousands of cats, all of them meowing that they were again hungry. The Old Woman came out to hear what all the noise was, and turned to the Old Man. "What have you done? I asked for one cat!" "They were all so pretty I couldn't decide which one to keep." He replied. The Old Woman looked around and had to agree they were all pretty. She couldn't decide either, so she asked the cats. "Which one of you is the prettiest?" "I am," said one. "No, I am the prettiest," said another. "No, me. I am the most beautiful." Very soon all the cats were screaming and fighting over which was the prettiest. The man and woman raced into the house. When all the screeching and meowing was over, they went outside. There was not a single cat in sight, but from behind a bush came a scared tiny meow. Old Woman went to investigate, and found a scruffy looking tiger striped kitten. "Well now little one, how did you escape the great fight? "When all they other cats got to arguing over their beauty I didn't say anything. I mean look at me. There is nothing pretty about me at all. So they left me alone." Old Woman cuddled the little kitten and took it into the cottage. Everyday they fed it fresh milk and the finest fish heads. Soon it grew plump and had a shiny silken coat. Old Woman looked at Old Man and said, "You did manage to find the most beautiful cat after all." Ursa looked up, "I think you are beautiful too Noss." Then to lull him to sleep she had laid his head in her lap, and plucked a tune on her harp. With no one but Noss to hear her, she sang to her hearts content. The mornings light came and found her curled next to Noss. Something was different. She knew it before she opened her eyes. She heard the crashing of waves and the sound of gulls. "Noss, awake! There is land." She could not tell if it was an island or peninsula, but there were trees and birds. That alone was more than she had ever known. If there were vegetation and wildlife, that meant there was water. "The Wild Gods are watching us, Noss." |
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