A Chilly Night
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A Chilly Night
Malachi wanders up the road towards the well-used pit. It is unlit tonight. Everyone, it seems, prefers the warmth that walls can provide. He, however, appears more at home outside. He gathers some wood from the pile and stacks it in the pit, and pats his pouch for flint and steel. After a moment of searching he gives up and looks to either side before reaching a hand down to the bottom of the stack. With a snap the wood catches fire. It turns to a normal color almost instantly, but those paying attention in the night noticed the initial flash of blue that accompanied the sound.
Contented, he sits on the ground near it and stares into the flames.
Contented, he sits on the ground near it and stares into the flames.
Malachi Vandire - Deceased
Solomon Feir
Scott Smith
Solomon Feir
Scott Smith
It seems you've learned a new trick.
Ingram steps into the growing light of the fire and takes a seat on the cold earth. He removes his gloves before extending his hands toward the flames, rubbing the warmth into them.
Ingram steps into the growing light of the fire and takes a seat on the cold earth. He removes his gloves before extending his hands toward the flames, rubbing the warmth into them.
Ingram Folles - Scholar
"Integrity comes when character is tested; keep true and never be ashamed of doing what is right."
"You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself made the villain."
"I can't leave you alone for five minutes."
"Integrity comes when character is tested; keep true and never be ashamed of doing what is right."
"You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself made the villain."
"I can't leave you alone for five minutes."
His eyes remain on the fire
"I think 'learned' is too strong of a word. 'Discovered' is closer to the truth."
He raises his hand, and a blackish-purple energy begins rolling between his fingers. His gaze moves to watch it, and he appears entranced by it. Seconds later it flashes to a forest green. He holds his hand over the ground in front of him and the energy flows into the ground. Almost instantaneously a vine sprouts out and grows larger by the second. It coils and reaches up towards his outstretched hand and a shadow appears, it's true appearance blocked from sight by the now relatively large vine growth. He reaches down and plucks the shadow from the vine, which twists and slithers back into the ground. He holds his hand towards Ingram
"Grape?"
"I think 'learned' is too strong of a word. 'Discovered' is closer to the truth."
He raises his hand, and a blackish-purple energy begins rolling between his fingers. His gaze moves to watch it, and he appears entranced by it. Seconds later it flashes to a forest green. He holds his hand over the ground in front of him and the energy flows into the ground. Almost instantaneously a vine sprouts out and grows larger by the second. It coils and reaches up towards his outstretched hand and a shadow appears, it's true appearance blocked from sight by the now relatively large vine growth. He reaches down and plucks the shadow from the vine, which twists and slithers back into the ground. He holds his hand towards Ingram
"Grape?"
Malachi Vandire - Deceased
Solomon Feir
Scott Smith
Solomon Feir
Scott Smith
There was the sound of light hearted and lilting singing. From out of the forest was seen the dark hair of Orien, a tiny dragon looking creature perching on her shoulder, chirping along with her song. She smiled warmly and gave the folks at the fire a wink.
“Paradox says that he heard someone say my name. Who’s looking for a healer?”
“Paradox says that he heard someone say my name. Who’s looking for a healer?”