Author: Lyra the Dreary, Posted: Sat Jan 6, 2018 10:49 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

Lyra never understood that term either. But she realized that it meant that they were good as a peach she supposed. Dual colored eyes shifted to glance around at the wrecking as Randal and Edgest became one. That was interesting to see - they almost looked like a full-blooded Air Djinn. Naturally, Lyra could detect the breathing of those around her if she allowed herself too. At Randal's request, she closed her dual colored eyes for just a moment long enough to connect with the currents of the air around them. She sensed roughly four shallow breathes.

While Randal and Edges harassed the attacks the Djinn slowly levitated out above the smoldering wrecking. That rain cloud which had appeared earlier during Randal and Lyras first encounter had begun to form above the Djinn again, yet this time it was not electrically charged. It wept water across the wrecking and road as she floated across in search of the four injured innocents. She has tasked herself with locating them and mending what she could. 

Meanwhile, Lyra kept an ear on Edgest and Randal just in case they may need her aide or an attacker got full of themselves and tried something dangerous towards her temporary travel companions. Lyra came upon the first injured, a small child, roughly around the age of 5. They were pinned beneath some debris from the wrecking - Lyra wasted no time in lifting the debris with a gust of gentle wind. When the child was exposed Lyra would bend the air around them, encasing them in a type of bubble and lifting them so they floating about waist high before Lyra. 

Her hands extended and her palms faced downwards over the floating child. A gentle hum parted past the Djinns lips and a gentle purplish glow would radiate from them. This was her only mending ability. It used the air and its moisture to mend and cure - however, it was not as strong as someone gifted in healing arts. But usually, it would stabilize someone. 
 

Author: Randal_Wraith, Posted: Tue Jan 2, 2018 12:08 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

"Peachy… I never really liked that term, why is a peach a good thing? I mean the hairs alone give me shudders" he continued his nervous ramblings before an icy sigh was heard from the wraith beside them before he sharply spoke "Hex your nervous, let's get this over with" the wraith cold grip touched the boys back causing the two images to overlap leaving Randal to glow a ghostly blue and frost to sparkle on his skin as the young mage prepare his spells while drawings symbols in the air just before the ice wall crumbled Randal looked back at the Djinn with a smile of confidence seemingly all nerves gone since the two beings bonded as he threw his spear or causing a spectral arrow to pierce a bandits arm causing sharp icicles to grow around the place hit.

It took a few minutes but the last bandit fell with a handprint of frost burn covering his cheek and eyes glossed over in a state of pain as he glanced back with blue eyes and blue veins seeming to spread from his eyes on his face "Lyra, would you do me a favour and look for survivors, by sensing the air they are breathing out?" if she truly was able to use the wind it should be an easy task to sense any innocents in the area in the meanwhile he glanced down at the bandit pinned to the tree by his frozen arm "I want you to tell me why you attacked and pillaged this caravan?" when the man scoffed the mage slammed his hand against his face as Edgest appeared to yell "Tell me now!" as the man screamed "They had food supplies that were going to a village but now its been taking to the main camp just south of here".

Author: Lyra the Dreary, Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2017 8:14 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

Lyra was pleased that Randal had taken to her levitation charm. It would last as long as he would allow it, that was the thing about Djinn magic. It had no limit. 

Lyras eyes danced across the field of trees; before returning to Edgest. Helping others was not always a bad thing. The dreary Djinn shrugged her shoulders. 

Come let' keep a watchful eye on him….Edgest. Lyra changes her course so she would arrive a short time after Randal had broken wood with the path which had the over turned wagon. She arrived just as a wall of ice was It? Shot itself up. Lyra would not immediately interfere this was not her fight. 

Are you okay? Lyras echoy voice would travel towards Randal. 

Author: Randal_Wraith, Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 9:07 AM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

He wobbled in the air before slowly moving forward with a grin "This is amazing, I should really learn how some spells for flying" the young mage's eyes quickly darted up before his grin grew larger starting to rise into the air slowly building up speed before piercing the trees and opening his arms feeling the breeze on his face and looking down at the trees covered in different sort of flowers, fruits or animals. However this is when he took noticing of the large billowing smoke plume in an opening just north-east of them slightly of the way of the city but in fear it was bandits quickly descended near the Djinn with a wobble "There's a fire to the right, we should check it out just in case any villagers are in trouble" the Wraith rolled his eyes in annoyance "Why must you choose to help everyone?" Randal responded curtly "Ill go without either of you if not but I'm going none the less".

he flew off not knowing how far away from Lyra he could go before the cloud disappeared but yet he still picked up speed the smell of smoke filling his nose as he dismounted the cloud with a roll seeing the overturned carriage and bodies laid out across stumps and broke crates, walking across the burnt grass with a crunch under his foot he saw the group of men turn round drawing an array of weapons and shouting slurs at him before Randal saw the bright glowing ball of heat shoot from the trees nearly being singed before erecting a stone wall between him and the pyromancer. The young mage turned from the wall to fire some Ice enhanced spectral arrow before narrowly ducking before fire washed round the side coating the wall with black soot, all he could do was fire at the warriors before they could decide to advance on his location before once again muttering "Any time now Edgest…"

Author: Lyra the Dreary, Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 6:50 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

"Apologies, Edgest I hope you get to see them again someday." Lyra did not mean to upset the wraith, his past seemed like a rough one and his quest to be reunited with his family an even more difficult one. Lyra would remove herself from the subject, besides Randal was putting on quite the show. The Air Djinn remained floating there upon her small zephyr cloud as he leaped here and there only to suddenly fall face first? Or so from her point of view, that's what she saw. The Dreary Djinn was calm and collected and she waited a few long moments before both of her delicate hands lifted upward, her Djinn eye causing those cracks to emerge once more across her pale skin. 

Within a matter of seconds, Randal would feel himself being wrapped in a soft cool breeze and then lightly lifted until he was in her mind at a safe height. Her other hand twisted at the wrist and just as a precaution, the Air Djinn had invoked one of her many Air Elementals to act as a proper decoy so if the plant had let lose it would most certainly attack the elemental and not Randal. "You can guide yourself…just tell the breeze where to take you". All he had to do was channel his will, or Edgest will to move himself in whatever direction he so desired during his temporary levitation that Lyra had gifted him. 

If he could not manage that Lyra would again help him. Meanwhile, Lyra willed her own breeze to move her towards Randal and Edgest. Once all was safe she began to drift towards the edge of the woods - they'd find that they were closer to the end of the path than expected. 

Author: Randal_Wraith, Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 3:48 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

The Wraith looked at the plant and sent the Djinn a small glare "No I wasn't always a spirit, I had a family which I was taken from, I was a mage who taught myself necromancy and elemental powers when I was bound to death by an evil student I was one of the many murders that resulted in the art being banned in most cities these days" Edgest let a long sigh out before shaking his head "Im sorry its a rather touchy subject to which I havent gone to much detail with even Randal, but I must reach the after life to meet my family again" this caused the young mage beside him to frown.

Randal smirked "What do I look like a bird? Of course, I cant levitate" hearing her challenge he grinned ear from ear just before Edgest could say "Don't be an idiot" the young mage skipped across the empty foot holes with the angry wraith hovering beside him shouting out where his feet needed to go to avoid certain death, right at the end he tripped on the large vine rolling to face the large plants flower as it rose up to take a bite out of him the mage leaped at its vine grabbing on to the behind of it being tossed around aggresively with yelps and nervous noises he managed to cut a small sliver of the flower off into his pouch grinning through all the sharp movements "Now would be a good time, Lyra!"

Author: Lyra the Dreary, Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2017 7:05 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

Lyra listened to Edgest. Randal was quite the interesting sort in all her travels she had never met anybody like him or Edgest at least not together. "Shame…" Lyra sighed in regards to Edgest explaining why he constantly chewed or dug into his bag. Lyra could relate the past was never easy to forget, let go or escape, certainly if it was an unfavorable one. "Have you always been a Wraith Edgest? Or did you have a past life?" The Djinn spoke lightly as she inspected the sounding area. By now she was sort of floating if you will, sitting Indian style once more in mid-air - beneath her bottom was what looked to be a type of cloud which helped hold the Djinn body up with the aide of a gentle breeze. 

"Can you levitate?" For Lyra levitation was one of the first things learned by an Air Djinn, it was their most basic ability. If Randal could not she could definitely aide him by levitating him herself. The trick was not to step on any of the maneaters vines so levitation was the best solution the Djinn knew. "Try to pick it if you'd like…find out" Lyra smirked. Now she wasn't asking him to go die to it, but she had once met a strange witch doctor who would do whatever it took and risk anything to get a bit of something that could be useful to one of her brews. Lyra liked that witch doctor and for a moment wondered what had become of such an ancient human lately. 

Author: Randal_Wraith, Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2017 4:16 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

"Without Edgest's mana pool I would only be able to use a few spells before reaching my burnout point" he sighed "When they took me to the Adeluna Academy of magic after my parents died I stuck to educating myself with knowledge but quickly found out as much skill as I could muster could not even reach the levels of Naturally born mages, I was put into a rank of Spirit Hunters, who track lost souls or rogue enities and then send them back to the Inferno below" the wraith beside him gave Randal a long look before frowning at his story "Of course thats how the kid met me, I was bound by a necromancer in his family home's basement, causing us to make a pact to defeat the evil wizard" the mage seemed to walk behind the group with his head down to the ground rummaging through his bag to try to keep his thoughts to himself before pulling a herb out and chewing out it, the action caused the wraith to frown and whisper to the Djinn "He does it to concentrate on the task at hand, to forget about the past…"

It didnt take long before Randal piped up "I'm slowly building a resistance to the cold, I can withstand normal cold temperatures and with Edgest's advice plus the longer we spend connected the more resistance I grow and the more our mana mixes together" finishing his sentance he almost walked into her hand with Edgest quickly telling him to look out and whispered "It looks amazing, I wonder what effects on the human body it has" he shook his head before muttering "How do we get through it if its like stepping on snakes in long grass?"

Author: Lyra the Dreary, Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2017 3:06 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

Lyra was relieved to see that he was not entirely off-put by her insanity or her fluctuating anger problems. It was hard for her to make friends or talk to strangers because of her stormy disposition, perhaps that's why she has always come off as dreary and depressed. "Yes…Soul taking Djinns are unkind most definitely you are truly better off encountering a Genie". Randal need not worry, Lyra was a friendlier Djinn compared to other members of her race. Perhaps that was due to her human side and how she had been treated as a half-breed growing up in a society of Djinns. 

"Edgest. Hello" She would not entirely ignore the wraith now. Lyra thought it interesting that he was connected to Randal; she couldn't help but wonder how that happened. "I can only see you with my Djinn's eye" Lyra admitted to Edgest. "If not for that I would be blind to you". For a half Djinn, Lyra was extraordinarily talented her magical abilities she was a strange oddity in the Djinn community. Lyra turned her attention to Randal now who had asked her a question about her heritage. 

"Accurate. It is my Djinn eye because I am only half-Djinn I only have been granted one." Her eye allowed her to tap into her Djinn powers. Without it she would still be a Djinn just an extremely weak one. So Randal was right on both accounts. She has paused long enough so she could glance over at his eye with the bluish glow. For some reason this made her feel warm. She had never met another who could so closely relate. 

"It is a blessing and a curse as my mother used to say" Lyra forced a smile. "Frost and cold do not bother me…I am of Air Djinn…" 

Lyra leads him now through the Virens Forest. She was following an unseen current that would eventually lead that right now. The treck was not an easy one due to the thick brush and forest floor growth. Lyra tried her best to push the branches and what not aside with the assistance of her air-based-magic to clear them a reasonable pathway. When they were about halfway through the path Lyra stopped abruptly. She lifted a hand and pointed to a strangely beautiful flower ahead. 

"Maneater" She whispered to Randal. Those were one of the things within this wood that would rather them both be dead than alive. It could easily devour a cow if it wanted and it had vines that would creep silently beneath the heavily littered forest floor until it found the ankles of any passerby.

Author: Randal_Wraith, Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2017 12:29 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

He waved off her anger with his hand "No, no Ive seen people snap much worse than that, once had a warrior try to kill me with his ancestor's ghost" he chuckled before hearing her compliment before tapping his chin "Its also seen that genies who are forced to do wishes create them to teach lessons to the user, but Djinns are know to take the souls of the ones asking for the wish" purposely ignoring the fact but documenting it in his head mostly due to the fact if he ever had to go up against a rogue Djinn he might have to look into the method.

The question shocked the both of them as Edgest hovered with a palm to his face and Randal simply laughed rubbing the back of his neck "This is Edgest, he's a wraith who is bonded with me until he finds a way to… well leave this plane of exsistence" the young mage seemed to hesitate to explain further due to the fact he would be scared of the silence of his own head without the ghost being there, he was pulled out of his own thought by the Wraith simply raising a hand "Pleasure to meet another spirtual being, most of the time I can only be seen by mortals in my place of death" before shooting a glare too Randal who may have muttered "I cant see how your still angry about us turning it into a spare room" he jogged alongside of the Djinn before "So Lyra, that eye is like a link to your family, or maybe even used to acess your magic" with that he pulled out his staff and Edgest seemed to disappear as the mage's eye glew blue "I have the same issue when using Edgest's mana, even with prolonged time I start to lower the temperature around me and frost appears" he continued his rambles once again with his finger on a chin mostly talking to himself about ideas on how to control his predicement.

Author: Lyra the Dreary, Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2017 7:32 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

Lyras face twisted again at how he called her….Lara. this threw the Djinn into a momentary rage. That white eye of hers seemed to grow whiter, if that were even a possibility - a faint dim glow something like a soft warm white Christmas light emitted from it and a small rain cloud began to form above the dreary Djinns head. If she so had the nerve shed zap him; but as quickly as it had come it had vanished. she had managed to pull herself together and her face returned to normal save the dull but noticeble traces of lines which emitted from around her white eye, making her look like a cracked porcelain doll. 

Eventually they would fade. "You must excuse me..my emotions are…sometimes difficult for me to bare." The Djinn had returned to a calm state of neutrality. Lyra took a look at the diagram he had produced it was quite impressive really. " you are wise. Djinn are not Genie" Lyra was amused by Randal. 
"There are some Djinn who will grant wishes but those Djinn are unkind". Yes typically those Djinn would grant wishes in return for something of equal value unlike Genies who were usually obligated to grant wishes upon their discovey. 
"It takes a rare and special vessel to capture Djinn like me." This was a fact that one would think they wouldn't want advertised but Lyra feared little and being captured was not one thing that worried her. The days of Djinn hunting were long past so it was uncommon for her to run into a Djinn Hunter. 

"Come then I will take you back". Lyra turned gracefully about upon one of the balls of her feet. Now Lyra had a question or two for Randal. "Now that you know me…explain you and that spirit whom accompanies you." 

She began walking hoping he would automatically follow. "Oh and no thank you…That is my Djinn eye." If he wanted to know more he would have to inquire what she meant by that. 

Author: Randal_Wraith, Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2017 2:59 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

"Oh nice to meet you Lara" he waved his hand at the poor pronunciation of her name before hearing her admit to being part Djinn was shocking but as he was about to ask if she was the wish-granting ones he saw the annoyance twist in her almost neutral face before he simply smiled at her "See I read about the race of Djinn, in the way there's a common misunderstanding that all Djinn are Genies but no Genies are a species of Djinn" still with the long herb sticking out from his mouth he drew quickly on what seemed to be scrap paper to draw a simple diagram of a genie "See? most genies have a vessel but you can also capture Djinns in the same way, which intrigues me about you if a half-human hybrid could also be tethered in that fashion or would it just reject the process".

After she explained her words he almost laughed "Maybe it would be best if I followed someone well versed in the forest, I once walked through a rainforest with an Orc-Elf guiding us, so many raiders and bears" he shuddered at the thought before pulling the herb out of his mouth with a smirk "You won't know if something is useful if you dont take the risk, its how I discovered ways to change a person's skin colour or…" he tapped his chin "I could probably make that eye look almost normal as payment, well for a short amount of time?"

Author: Lyra the Dreary, Posted: Fri Dec 8, 2017 8:09 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

Dual colored eyes had not removed themselves from the one whom called himself Randal Hex. She took a long moment as she silently listened to the banter between two different personalities. 

Her brow seemed to twist into a rather annoyed expression. "You have done nothing wrong". Now from Lyras quick observations it would appear as if Randal was a mad man; rambling to himself, snapping at himself in a sense. But Lyras white eye could see through - there was another so Randal was not "mad" just haunted. Her brow relaxed and peace returned to her face. Lyra chose to ignore the soul;she simply could not be bothered. Besides, as a Djinn she didn't quite fancy other spirits anyway. 

"Lyra Nystorm, first and last of her name". The Djinn paused as she shifted her entire body this time until she now stood upon the tree stump, gazing down upon him. 

He was not wrong she was something other than human. "Correct. I am a Djinn". Not the wish granting type, but she expected one to ask if she were. Lyra hopped down from the stump so she could be on his level. Lyra could tell he did not understand her instructions, so she would try again. Her words as echoyas they maybe were laced with a bit of annoyance; she had a hard time controlling her emotions and well attitude. 

"The moss in these woods grow in one direction, that direction leads out. Once out many paths will lead you to back to where you came." A short pause "or you can follow the breeze".  Lyra pointed at herself and gave Randal a sarcastic wink of her white eye. 

"You shouldn' eat that." Lyra tipped her silver haired head to  the side. Didn't he know that most things in this forest wanted him dead?

Author: Randal_Wraith, Posted: Fri Dec 8, 2017 4:39 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

"You know talking to yourself is the first sign of being insane" the mage spoke quickly before glancing at the Wraith laughing loudly "Oh and you're any better than?" the young man winced at his partner's reply before having to fully concentrate on the girl's voice as she queitly spoke with the small pauses causing him to grow tired of listeining having to tone himself back in before she gave the most crytpic instructions back to the city he had ever heard "What in the seven hells are you talking about?" he sighed out before picking a plant from a bush and chewing on it gaining a roll of the eyes from the Wraith.

He sat infront of her tilting his head at her eye, "Fancy eye, guessing your not human or atleast half of something" he shrugged with his easy going nature showing easily "Name's Randal Hex last of his name, you see I was picking herbs and foraging some stuff for my partner back at home and sheesh this rabbit ran by me and I was like 'I love rabbit' so I ran after it to get its meat then bish bash bosh I was lost" gaining a quick and annoyed "Shut up" from Edgest as the young mage rubbed the back of his neck with a chuckle "Sorry when I get distracted I seem to ramble quite alot".

Author: Lyra the Dreary, Posted: Thu Dec 7, 2017 1:27 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

What..on earth..miscolored eyes snapped opened and her delicate wrists went limp. At the sound of a voice, her head had snapped towards the direction of it just as quickly as her dual colored eyes had opened. What was this? A traveler semi-deep in the Virens forest? Did they not know how dangerous this place was said to be? The songbird which had been fluttering and twittering about her stopped and took cover upon her shoulder under mass strands of long white hair. 

"It's alright little one…" Lyra spoke softly, so softly that one could barely hear her. The small shivering songbird nuzzled itself closer to her neck still hidden amongst the white covering of Lyras hair. Lyra did not move from her seats position she did, however, remain rather still. Her eyes observed the man and….some sort of specter was it? Interesting - she pretended for now as if not to notice anybody but the physical human male.

"…Hello…." Now Lyras voice was something along the lines of songlike, yet depressing - traced by a strange faint echo as if she had been talking into some sort of can or cavern. It was not loud just soft, enough to be noticed. "Adeluna…you say?" Now the boy was truly not that far lost depending on how he looked at things. If directions were all he wanted the Djinn would gladly give them to him. Lyra was, unfortunately, untrusting and not because of any one incident that had happened to her but due to herself and her storm like emotions. 

"follow the moss…" A hand had lifted and been waved towards one of the large red oak trees bases. There was moss growing on one side and if one looked at the other oaks surrounding them they would find that the moss only grew on one side entirely in one direction even. "Or…if you are wary of that…simply follow the breeze"… The Air Djinn closed her eyes again…and a cool soft breeze passed through her…and eventually over the male who had appeared from behind the bushes. 

Author: Randal_Wraith, Posted: Thu Dec 7, 2017 4:19 AM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

"We aren't lost, we are simply taking a different route!" the young mage shouted to what looked like himself halfway through a heated argument before rubbing his head, "Edgest, we are just looking for some herbs to sell why is that so difficult to understand" almost instantly in a flash of blue the Wraith floated with a annoyed look spread across his face, "Because, Randal its been almost five hours and I rather like my sleep" the both of them groaned into the air before almost putting a hand over their face in sync before the boy started walking through the forest again picking random herb from the grass and chewing on it with the Wratih uttering "one of these days that will be poison" Randal smirked at his comment "And then I won't have to put up with you".

He moved apart a bush to walk through stumbling across a meditating girl, as his wraith spoke quietly causing Randal to raise an eyebrow his direction as Edgest spoke "I sense something spiritual about her, she may be able to see me…" the young mage nodded before a grin crossed his face causing the Wraith to just sigh as the man spoke loudly to the peaceful looking girl "Helloooo! I'm kinda lost and I need directions back towards Adeluna" he chuckled awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck before slowly sliding another random herb into his mouth to chew on while waiting for her to respond.

Author: Lyra the Dreary, Posted: Wed Dec 6, 2017 7:58 PM, Post Subject: The Sound of Soft Things [P][R]

Lyra found comfort in these woods; the forest of Virens was slowly becoming one of her favorite places to rest. Lyra loved to feel the bark of the large red oaks beneath the tips of her fingers. The soft rays of sunlight which broke through the thick canopy above, here and there, cast such a soft glow upon a place so rich in color. To Lyra the deep forest of Virens was breathtaking.; even if many had found it frightening.Lyra had made her way somewhat deeply into the Virens Forest; yet not too deeply. With her was a small pale blue songbird with a dark head. The bird twittered wildly, singing a soft tune as it played in the unnatural breeze which typically surrounded Lyra. There had been a bit of a small clearing but not as large as one would probably desire. However, for Lyra it was perfect. In the center sat an old stump, left over from one of these ancient red oaks that had long past its lifeline. There she would sit, upon this stump which just so happened to be directly under a bit of sunlight that had broken its way through the dense canopy. Lyra had heard the stories of the dangers of this forest. Perhaps that is why she only traveled this far inward. Lyra was not in so deep that one shall get lost nor was she on the edge of the forest where it lost all its charm entirely. Though at times strange sounds were produced here and there – Lyra found this strange forest to be a perfect place for some silent meditation – musing if you will.The stump was her cushion and she sat atop of it ‘Indian style’. Her delicate wrists rest gently upon her knees and her index finger and thumb connected on each hand like that of a Hindu goddess. Lyras silver-haired head was tilted upwards, towards the canopy just enough so that the sunlight grazed over her face with its warm soft glow a feeling she adored against her pale cool skin. Her eyes were naturally closed and the songbird continued to buzz about her.Peace…… something she always desired.