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beckyh2112) wrote2006-02-06 10:54 pm
beckyh2112) wrote2006-02-06 10:54 pm
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31_days - Belt of the Moon
Title: Belt of the Moon
Day/Theme: Feb. 6 'the lady that found the moon'
Series: Dark Age of Camelot
Character: Maliar
Rating: PG
Notes: And one of these days, Maliar will actually interact with other people.
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The bottom of the skiff scraped over the sand as Maliar forced it into the shallows between three islands. Satisfied that it wouldn't drift away, the elf picked up her staff, then leapt over the side. Seawater splashed upward, soaking her already damp skin and clothes. With a casual backhand, Maliar swiped the water off her face. She grinned, though, as she did so, and continued to smile as she waded up onto the shore of one island.
The three islands were all connected in the center at a lowspot only a foot or two below the waves. This intrigued her for the connection undoubtedly meant something; everything in the Trial Planes was built by someone's hand. These three islands in Oceanus Boreal were no exception. What could be hidden out here, what might still remain unplundered?
Maliar thrust her staff into the sand and rolled her shoulders luxuriously, relishing the feel of her muscles and bones shifting. It was a lovely sunny day out here in the islands, not viciously hot like it would be in Stygia and Volcanus. Perhaps she should swim back, abandon her skiff to the wind and water. In here, there were no mysteries under the water, no fomorians who remembered that they once ruled Eire. She could revel in the sea and the fish without worries.
There was a bluff at the edge of the beach, not large enough to prevent an interested lurikeen from climbing it, but enough to keep her from immediately seeing what was on the rest of the island. She took up her staff and crept up to the bluff. Without knowing what exactly was on this island, it would be foolish to summon Ambaratodil. The unleashed energies could attract unwanted attention.
Maliar climbed a short bit up the bluff, just enough to look over the edge. Hmm. A ring of female archer statues surrounding a pedestal... A pedestal with quite an impressive girdle on it. Black and wide and set with moonstones. Interesting, that they were moonstones.
Of course, nothing remained in one place this long without guardians. Here in the Trial Planes, the statues themselves were likely the guardians. In other places she had explored, statues of similar design had an annoying habit of coming to life and trying to kill her. It almost made her wish she could give Ambaratodil a hammer.
That girdle, though... If she were to make something like that, it would have ties to lunar magics. You could draw very destructive powers down from the moon, shape them oh-so easily into pain and destruction. The destructive magics of the sun burned flesh and bone, but the destructive magics of the moon drove men mad.
Enchantments were her specialty, her path to power. That didn't mean she wouldn't seek after others, of course. You didn't choose the Path of Essence if you didn't desire power.
Maliar stepped back onto the beach. She would need back-up and more information first, but she would get that girdle. At the least, studying how it was built could teach her a thing or two. So long as she learned something from this experience, it was no loss.
Day/Theme: Feb. 6 'the lady that found the moon'
Series: Dark Age of Camelot
Character: Maliar
Rating: PG
Notes: And one of these days, Maliar will actually interact with other people.
---
The bottom of the skiff scraped over the sand as Maliar forced it into the shallows between three islands. Satisfied that it wouldn't drift away, the elf picked up her staff, then leapt over the side. Seawater splashed upward, soaking her already damp skin and clothes. With a casual backhand, Maliar swiped the water off her face. She grinned, though, as she did so, and continued to smile as she waded up onto the shore of one island.
The three islands were all connected in the center at a lowspot only a foot or two below the waves. This intrigued her for the connection undoubtedly meant something; everything in the Trial Planes was built by someone's hand. These three islands in Oceanus Boreal were no exception. What could be hidden out here, what might still remain unplundered?
Maliar thrust her staff into the sand and rolled her shoulders luxuriously, relishing the feel of her muscles and bones shifting. It was a lovely sunny day out here in the islands, not viciously hot like it would be in Stygia and Volcanus. Perhaps she should swim back, abandon her skiff to the wind and water. In here, there were no mysteries under the water, no fomorians who remembered that they once ruled Eire. She could revel in the sea and the fish without worries.
There was a bluff at the edge of the beach, not large enough to prevent an interested lurikeen from climbing it, but enough to keep her from immediately seeing what was on the rest of the island. She took up her staff and crept up to the bluff. Without knowing what exactly was on this island, it would be foolish to summon Ambaratodil. The unleashed energies could attract unwanted attention.
Maliar climbed a short bit up the bluff, just enough to look over the edge. Hmm. A ring of female archer statues surrounding a pedestal... A pedestal with quite an impressive girdle on it. Black and wide and set with moonstones. Interesting, that they were moonstones.
Of course, nothing remained in one place this long without guardians. Here in the Trial Planes, the statues themselves were likely the guardians. In other places she had explored, statues of similar design had an annoying habit of coming to life and trying to kill her. It almost made her wish she could give Ambaratodil a hammer.
That girdle, though... If she were to make something like that, it would have ties to lunar magics. You could draw very destructive powers down from the moon, shape them oh-so easily into pain and destruction. The destructive magics of the sun burned flesh and bone, but the destructive magics of the moon drove men mad.
Enchantments were her specialty, her path to power. That didn't mean she wouldn't seek after others, of course. You didn't choose the Path of Essence if you didn't desire power.
Maliar stepped back onto the beach. She would need back-up and more information first, but she would get that girdle. At the least, studying how it was built could teach her a thing or two. So long as she learned something from this experience, it was no loss.