Post by Eodain Cadori on Jan 6, 2014 13:44:29 GMT -5
The winter night sky hung over the dense forest of Spiritwood. Nocturnal creatures hummed and chirped in an eerie rhythm. The pulsing of the forest's magic kept the ambiance in tune. A night like many others as Spiritwood displayed a mystical tranquility to only the eyes of a few.
A patch of Nightshade plant glistened in the moonlight. The dangerous toxins visible on the leaves.
A cloaked man knelt and displayed a leather gloved hand - collecting up the valuable reagent with gentleness.
Eodain stood, placed the Nightshade in his shirt pocket, and moved on through the trees, his cloak barely tapping the flora as he walked at a speedy pace.
Eodain Cadori was but one of the newest additions to the collective of Rangers of Spiritwood Forest. Youthful but experienced at survival, in the bustling streets of the city of Britain, or in the solitude of nature. A life in the Thieves Guild of Britain left him inherently distrustful of others, especially so of others who live a life of wealth. But in recent years Eodain had grown a deep and strong bond with nature, a trust he had never known. It provided to him life, peace and presence of mind. His senses were strong when he was a city-dweller, but now they were rewired for the wilderness. Much of his speech and mannerisms reflected his former life of destitute but his mind was harmonized with the trees, the grass and the birds.
Despite his trust in nature he was still at odds with his mind. His sisters no longer there for him to protect and provide for. A death served to them by his cowardice. And his mentor and leader, Kalaric Anders, betrayed.
He stopped abruptly as he reached his destination in a clearing.
A pond brightly exposed, reflecting the stars in the sky. Anomalies of magic appeared to twist out of the water in a dance. Floating above the pond a shrine. The Shrine of Spirituality - almost as if inside a void of its own.
He rested his backpack and weapons at a tree nearby and approached the stairway facing the shrine. He knelt on both knees and closed his eyes. Beginning a deep meditation.
As he attempted to rest his thoughts words entered his mind seemingly against his will.
"To truly know thyself is to know thy Spirit. The wealth of thy Spirit is a truer wealth than any gold or treasure in all eternity. The wealth of thy Spirit begins with forgiveness." The statement passed by his mind and ended with an echo of the words "In Time."
He opened his eyes and stood. Not sure how long he had been meditating. He stared up at the night sky - the stars staring quietly back.
Collecting his belongings at the edge of the Shrine and wearing an expression showing returned confidence he buckled his backpack and headed into the silent trees.
He was on the right path.
A patch of Nightshade plant glistened in the moonlight. The dangerous toxins visible on the leaves.
A cloaked man knelt and displayed a leather gloved hand - collecting up the valuable reagent with gentleness.
Eodain stood, placed the Nightshade in his shirt pocket, and moved on through the trees, his cloak barely tapping the flora as he walked at a speedy pace.
Eodain Cadori was but one of the newest additions to the collective of Rangers of Spiritwood Forest. Youthful but experienced at survival, in the bustling streets of the city of Britain, or in the solitude of nature. A life in the Thieves Guild of Britain left him inherently distrustful of others, especially so of others who live a life of wealth. But in recent years Eodain had grown a deep and strong bond with nature, a trust he had never known. It provided to him life, peace and presence of mind. His senses were strong when he was a city-dweller, but now they were rewired for the wilderness. Much of his speech and mannerisms reflected his former life of destitute but his mind was harmonized with the trees, the grass and the birds.
Despite his trust in nature he was still at odds with his mind. His sisters no longer there for him to protect and provide for. A death served to them by his cowardice. And his mentor and leader, Kalaric Anders, betrayed.
He stopped abruptly as he reached his destination in a clearing.
A pond brightly exposed, reflecting the stars in the sky. Anomalies of magic appeared to twist out of the water in a dance. Floating above the pond a shrine. The Shrine of Spirituality - almost as if inside a void of its own.
He rested his backpack and weapons at a tree nearby and approached the stairway facing the shrine. He knelt on both knees and closed his eyes. Beginning a deep meditation.
As he attempted to rest his thoughts words entered his mind seemingly against his will.
"To truly know thyself is to know thy Spirit. The wealth of thy Spirit is a truer wealth than any gold or treasure in all eternity. The wealth of thy Spirit begins with forgiveness." The statement passed by his mind and ended with an echo of the words "In Time."
He opened his eyes and stood. Not sure how long he had been meditating. He stared up at the night sky - the stars staring quietly back.
Collecting his belongings at the edge of the Shrine and wearing an expression showing returned confidence he buckled his backpack and headed into the silent trees.
He was on the right path.