Fate - First Reply Winds of time

[Roza Amarilta]

Roza’s village was roughly half a day’s travel by foot from the Falwood Portal Stone, but it wasn’t a bad walk. Elves were used to being on their feet anyhow, and their lithe and graceful movements ensured their travel was quicker than most other species. Traveling alone with a light travel pack ensured she wasn’t hindered by anything, and she’d only stopped once for a meal and a brief rest. Thus, the sun was still high in the sky and the weather still warm and humid when she came across the stone.

Instead of going through, the Amarilta woman swept right past and headed for one of the nearby tributary shorelines. She desperately wanted a dip, and a dip she would have. She stowed her items away underneath a rock, along with her clothes except for her breeches and chest band, then waded into the surf. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she rolled onto her back, dipping her head beneath the waves before resurfacing and wiping the salty brine from her eyes. She floated around for several minutes, reveling in the refreshing feeling before wading back out and tossing on her tunic, leaving her legs barren.

Sitting cross legged on top of the rock she’d stowed her items beneath, she straightened her back and rested her arms on her knees. Then, she closed her eyes and began her meditation. This was an essential part of her daily routine in order to keep her Stormcalling in check. Weather was an essential part of nature, and nature was their reason for living. Nature provided for all living things like a loving mother, but she could also be vengeant. She could harm those she blessed as greatly as she gifted them. Roza had learned that first hand, and she would never take it for granted.

 

[Dauner]

Waking up to the sound of the waves, Dauner had found himself washed up on a beach at the edge of Fallwood. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep on the pirate ship that had abducted him from the Allir Reach.

After an adventure with some parasites, Dauner had wandered south till he reached the ocean. The uneventfulness of his journey had bored him half to death, and so seeing that some random pirates tried to abduct him, he happily 'fell' into their trap. While on the pirates' ship, he got bored with waiting to see where they were taking him, so he decided to take a nap. He'd never have expected the ship to get wrecked in a storm, letting him get washed up in Fallwood.

The more he thought about it, the more upset it made him. "Bunch of stupid pirates! How hard can it be to successfully abduct just one guy. I swear I'm gonna kill 'em all the next time we meet" he muttered as he angrily stomped through the forested area. For most, it would be a relief to have escaped their captors, but for Dauner it was the opposite of that. To begin with, the only reason someone could ever be his captor, was if he allowed it, so escape was never something he needed to do.

He stopped, to cam himself down. Then, he sighed. He was back to being bored, again. Well, world threatening dangers didn't just pop up out of nowhere. After finally cooling his head, he began to walk. But then stopped in his tracks after a dozen minutes. There was an aura in the air. A familiar kind. This was a kind of aura he'd only ever felt in Segora before. Someone seemed to be cultivating the law of nature not far from him.

A bit of excitement awoke in him as he strode forward, towards the source of the aura.

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Roza Amarilta​