Recent content by Nahir

Sincere apologies to those I owe replies, I made the mistake of auditioning for a play and it ate all my free time. Hopping on tomorrow to rekindle the flame!

There was something seriously wrong with this bottle. That much became clear when Nahir was actually jumpscared by a stranger coming up and over a sand dune. Smiling as if travelers happened through the desert all the time. Holding out his hand, as if he expected Nahir to just give up this...

Coasting over white sands at breakneck speed, the polished wooden board sped through the trough of dune after dune. Weaving out his wild path, the young man balancing atop the thing screamed as he sped along. “Come on! Let’s go!” A surge of power pulsed in Nahir’s stomach, his Sahu working...

His sandals flopped on the stone steps descending from the palace gardens into town. He heard her footsteps before her voice came, laced with a gentle mocking. Nahir smiled in spite of himself. "I'm... wandering. Can't be lost without a destination," he defended, not turning to look at her. Her...

Meditation.... of course he'd tried that. Introspection was the heart of the Path of Abtatu, but simple meditation hadn't worked so far. A journey across the seas! He was on one right now. Buy something; Nahir thought sadly of his new sandboard, shattered on the rocky shoals under the western...

Everything was a dream caught in syrup. The Dreamer's words were faint and distant, and Nahir less sat than he fell prone near the flame. The man was speaking of.... Ro? What did he.... ah, he meant Ko. Of course, a Waking-Dreamer would be familiar with the part of the soul that changed at...

A chill rode up Nahir's spine. So it was true. The Mchawi drew their magic from the source of all power. Which meant there was very little chance they were wrong about this. Nahir could not afford to learn water manipulation again. He did not have the time. No, more than that, he did not want...

Their words were almost disheartening. He didn't need their magic, he wanted his power back. Learn from the beginning like an infant? Years? Nahir might have been tempted to give up hope of finding help here, were it not for a particular word choice from Sorelia. A part of our very souls. Now...

Wandering into the idyllic garden with wide eyes, Nahir hustled to his chair when he realized he was the only one still standing. He sipped at his tea politely, discovered it was like nectar, and realized how thirsty he was. So he knocked back the glass in one motion, a contented sigh breaking...

Well, so much for stealth. And come to think of it, so much for living to see the sunrise. Not only did this living corpse almost certainly have no water, (because why would he?) but he was clearly no mindless undead. This was a Living Ancestor, what Easterners called a Lich. The highest form...

Judging by her reaction, Nahir had managed to misjudge just how far he'd been thrown. The Abtati could sometimes be strange about physical distance. They lived in an enormous desert full of mirages where a day's walk could easily end the unprepared, and so had a tendency to over- and...

Relieved that his apology seemed to have been accepted, Nahir followed Sorelia up through the terraced town, gawking like a child surrounded by colored glass. The bright colors and happy demeanor of the people, the respect for nature without sacrificing industriousness or refraining from...

The hospitality of the Mchawi had always been widely lauded among the Abtati, but this was just ridiculous. Nahir gaped as he was led past a truly opulent gate of tropical stone and flowing water. How in the world had he made it over that? Had he really flown that far? He supposed his fear at...

w/ Noelani There was wild scream as a young man went flying over the crest of a dune at unbelievable speed. The long polished wooden board Nahir had had made in Annuakat crashed back into the sand, sending a long white plume out behind him as he raced onward. He let out another wild whoop of...

Water. He needed water. He'd been walking for 8 nights straight now, sleeping during the day under the limited shade of the rags he wore. Even for a Sand Elf, 8 days without water was seriously pushing it. If he hadn't been a soul sage, he definitely would have died by night 6. He needed to...