The Venture Co. RP Forum

For the RP Community of The Venture Co.
 
HomeFAQSearchRegisterLog in
Welcome, Horde and Alliance alike, to the Venture Co. Forums! Please please please invite all of your guild mates and any other RPer's you find, even new blood that have just joined WoW.

Share | 
 

 Dreaming of the Sun [Fin - 11/12]

View previous topic View next topic Go down 
AuthorMessage
Jaelen
Member
Member
avatar

Posts : 346
Join date : 2009-10-27
Age : 26
Location : Bangor, Wales

PostSubject: Dreaming of the Sun [Fin - 11/12]   Mon Nov 30, 2009 5:34 pm

Great arches of sizzling, mile-long electric charges burnt through the thick, indigo clouds, filling them with the lingering glow of purple flame. Silence persued the light, only to be broken moments later by the terrific rumbling of thunder, filling the lands below with the sound of crashing drums. Peeking through the battling weather system, gentle pricks of distant starlight penetrated the magnificent aura of discharging energy, visible from the shattered land below as silent points of calm within the chaotic onslaught. Screaming winds buffeted the clouds about, surging down to scatter loose boulders along the metal-rich dust of the ground below, great storms of violet bombarding the land, turned aside only by the resilient purple bubble that resided directly in the centre of this once-green land, and it's sister construction a short distance away. Enveloping a great portion of the land in a protective bubble, the huge dome permitted the fertile, ion-rich soil to bring forth green life, protected from the surging winds and mana-radiation blitzing down upon the soil from the unnatural storms above. Huge, alien trees and shrubs had burst forth from the soil under the dome, an island of green in the sea of indigo, and like an island in the green, a monolithic chestnut rise penetrated upwards, towering over even the highest trees. Peppering it's surface, life endured even on this, and upon it's flat crown, a collection of similarly coloured buildings resided, arching up towards the purple dome above with an eagerness. Of the buildings, many had outcrops that would protude off the rocky spire, points for the numerous flying creatures to land and assist transport to the ground below. One of the smaller buildings presented such an outcrop, and upon it's edge stood a figure, garbed in a flowing robe of azure and gold. Restricted by the dome as they were, the blowing winds took a hold of these majestic robes and twisted them around his form, fluttering vigorously in a manner that tugged around the male figure's slender form. Eyes of a demonic-green peered out over the leaf-green sea below, narrowed in contemplation with sharp, blonde eyebrows spearing off to either side of his young, amiable features. Clasped firmly within his right hand was the structure of a wooden staff, it's top curled into an ornate structure that would centre around a crystal or focus, yet lacked such an adornment. Magister Jaelen Sunwhisper, Master of the Sunwhisper Expedition, cast his gaze over the life under the eco-dome, and he smiled.

It had been a productive first few months for the Sunwhisper Expedition, Jaelen remarked within the confines of his mind as he turns back towards the building out of which he was standing. Allready they had made considerable profits within the shattered world, and the original loan recieved from Sunwing Enterprises had been repaid but a week ago, leaving the Master feeling much more confortable about his position now that his own, sucessfull researching facility was already drawing profits. Nodding once more to himself, and with the tip of his staff clicking gently against the hard, alien stone, he ducked back into the building and smiled to the room's only occupant.
"If this storm continues, we'll have a good stock to reclaim from the recievers come respite." the sin'dorei male uttered in a soft, gentle voice as he approached the female that sat comfortably upon a cushioned couch of sorts, garbed in a beautifull flowing robe that could not conseal the marks of her pregnancy. She said nothing, merely turning to face the male and nodding once with a light smile, her fingers lingering upon the rise of her stomach.
"How is he?" Jaelen questions, the tone of his voice dropping to a gentle whisper, like leaves on an autumnal lake. Yet with no responce necessary, the figures came together in an embrace. Netherstorm would make good with it's name and batter the Expedition and The Consortium upon The Stormspire for a good few hours yet. Weariness came to them both, and sleep took them, it's fingers curling around their minds. Nestled under their combined fingers, the physical union of the Sun, of Sunwing and Sunwhisper stretched forth his extraordinary mind, and touched his parent's dreams. Resting between the living and the dead, the unborn would be outside of time, holding only a body within time. Gifts of the past, and gifts of the future would be forever his contribution. Eyes fluttering softly, Jaelen Sunwhisper and Xondra Sunwing slipped into their separate dreams of that which had passed, and that which was yet to come.


Last edited by Jaelen on Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:11 am; edited 2 times in total
Back to top Go down
Jaelen
Member
Member
avatar

Posts : 346
Join date : 2009-10-27
Age : 26
Location : Bangor, Wales

PostSubject: Re: Dreaming of the Sun [Fin - 11/12]   Mon Nov 30, 2009 5:34 pm

Nestled comfortably before birth the child was the future of Quel'thalas, but his dreams were of the present. Within his mind, he could see the splintered jewel of Silvermoon - her woes and her worries. His mother's dreams, her being the past generation, were of the untold future. Yet so troubled was her mind by the potential future laid before her, that she spirited it away from herself and buried it deep. Jaelen Sunwhisper, the present of Silvermoon - still able to make and see change take place before his very eyes, dreamt of the past.

She was beautiful, Jaelen concluded as his vision came to identify a human woman. Though now he could see her, later he would not remember, so her features seemed undefined, but the same impression remained. It was only after what seemed like hours of observing this human that he came to realise that she was lying on the floor of a room. There was a fire in the hearth, and the room was filled with warm light - but it remained as cold as a tomb. She laid within a puddle of red fluid, and then... all of a sudden... two men were laid upon the floor of the room. One rested within a similar puddle, but the other did not. Once more, Jaelen's vision came to notice a purple-tinted hue filling the room, the air growing thicker as he felt the presence of somthing beyond his understanding. Deep, resounding tones from a sickly-sweet tounge echoed within his mind, "Heartbreaker... I have come, and I have gone... but I shall return."

Swirling winds filled Jaelen's senses as the vision changed, his mind brimming with noise as his vision flashed brightly. Settling at last, the vision he found himself confronted with was the same room as before, yet it was all but destroyed. Fire had scorched the walls, and one wall was almost totally gone. Filling the room was the sound of voices, and then the shapes of strange humans in flowing robes of purple and red - their voices chanting in demonic tounges of a long-past age. Within the centre of the room, a huge arcane circle had been drawn into the floor, empowering the spheres of demonic enchantment as the room filled with a purple mist that Jaelen had seen once before. Twisting into a vortex, they came together in solidity within the centre of the room, a figure of outstanding statue, wreathed in flame, ink-black wings spread broad behind his back, horns protuding from the brow of his skull. "I return" spoke the sickly-sweet voice, "Phantaz reigns supreme!"

As the eyes of his mind grew wider as the sights he was presented to, they changed again, swirling around him in a vortex of change before finally settling down again. The light of a full moon beamed down upon his surroundings, deep within some dusky woods of unknown location. Red and Purple robed figures were rushing around the area, his mind filling with the shouts and cries of battle as he came to note figures of blue and gold doing battle with the red and purple with sword and spell alike. Amongst this chaos, the demonic figure could be seen - alight with a demonic flame, fingers dreched in the unmistakable hue of human blood. Standing before him, a figure... a high elf... sparkled in the light, tiny in comparison. Within his hands was wielded a great scythe, also drenched in similar blood. Leaping into the air, the figures came together in an explosion of colour, Jaelen's sight dribbling away at the instant of their coming together. "I CANNOT be destroyed... You shall see..."

Shadowfang Keep. A hunched figure stood within the courtyard, the mark of those once or currently cursed with the plague. Hovering in the air before him were several shards that caught against the moonlight, sparkling their own colours into his vision. Blue, Red, Green, Black... all contained within a purple mist that took the shards and twisted them in the air, growing larger and stronger as they were consumed by it. Standing tall once more, the demonic figure let forth a bellowing laugh. Somthing in the mists of his vision changed, and he saw the figure again, flanked by two monumental felguards - each dwarfed by him in comparison. The Forsaken figure laid upon the floor, broken and helpless as two tiny pricks of light were drawn out from his form - glinting lightly against the moon, but dulled by the swirling presence of the demonic creature. "You have given me form once more, Heartbreaker. Ironic."

Jaelen awoke, his skin slick with sweat. He was out of breath, and between gasps, he glanced down at the sleeping figure by his side, who looked peacefull and calm. This gave the sin'dorei comfort as he laid back to rest, demon-green eyes surveying the ceiling above for a good while longer before he drifted back into the world of dreams that he would not remember. One thing, however, was certain. He must return to Silvermoon.

Fin.
Back to top Go down
 
Dreaming of the Sun [Fin - 11/12]
View previous topic View next topic Back to top 
Page 1 of 1
 Similar topics
-
» Coraline End Credits Song ENGLISH lyrics and normal lyrics
» Dreaming about Dark Eldar design

Permissions in this forum:You cannot reply to topics in this forum
The Venture Co. RP Forum :: Active Roleplay - General :: The Storybook-
Jump to: