Straining, your head pounding with the starts of an oncoming migraine, you blink once or twice after your eyes start to itch. Suddenly your vision is all... weird. Colours that don't make any sense. You've not really used your air magic like this before, and you take a few seconds to understand.

Most of what you see is grey, but you seem to have a new sense of movement. You look around until you start to see colours, five blobs of them to be exact. The creatures. Currently the grey, vaguely moving wind is pushing tendrils of faint colour from the creatures towards the Onyx Moon camp.

Now all you have to do is stop that from happening. But you're unsure on how to do that. Time is ticking, what should you do to move the creatures scents away?

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=35#341 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 4/21/2019 at 1:33 PM Straining, your head pounding with the starts of an oncoming migraine, you blink once or twice after your eyes start to itch. Suddenly your vision is all... weird. Colours that don't make any sense. You've not really used your air magic like this before, and you take a few seconds to understand. Most of what you see is grey, but you seem to have a new sense of movement. You look around until you start to see colours, five blobs of them to be exact. The creatures. Currently the grey, vaguely moving wind is pushing tendrils of faint colour from the creatures towards the Onyx Moon camp. Now all you have to do is stop that from happening. But you're unsure on how to do that. Time is ticking, what should you do to move the creatures scents away?

I focus and move my hand toward the wind hoping to bring the wind to me instead, "Blow my way please."

Before you prepare to sleep, you hear the thudding steps of the Wyvern outside. His shadow is cast onto the side of your tent from the fire, and you see him come over and curl up by your tent. It's certainly unusual, by now he would normally be in the back of the cart.

Nicote wonders about it but then decides to just accept it and goes to sleep.

You feel like your hand is suddenly anchored to a dozen things you don't understand, and an ancient voice echoes through your ears, Come to her... come to her...

You distantly feel the wind, but you're too focused to dwell on it for too long. Instead you see - sense the wind coming to you, and the trails of the creature's scents turn and start coming to you.

Working well so far. You just need to keep it up now.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=35#345 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 4/21/2019 at 2:14 PM You feel like your hand is suddenly anchored to a dozen things you don't understand, and an ancient voice echoes through your ears, Come to her... come to her... You distantly feel the wind, but you're too focused to dwell on it for too long. Instead you see - sense the wind coming to you, and the trails of the creature's scents turn and start coming to you. Working well so far. You just need to keep it up now.

"Come here," I keep calling to the wind. I can think on what the ancient voice meant by 'Come to her' later.

You wake, still feeling tired and your limbs still aching like they were last night.

Opening your eyes, you're momentarily confused, trying to make sense of what's around you. You can see, through the tent canvas, that it's still dark. And you realise you've been woken by shouting voices and roaring.

"I have nothing to give you! I traded away my goods on my last stop-" Balthur.

"When does a merchant ever not have any goods on board?" A gruff voiced male who you don't recognise.

Another roar shakes the night, and a scream. The same voice from before shouts, "Get your Familiar under control or we'll do it for you!"

Whatever is happening, you appear not to have been noticed yet. But you have no idea what's going on besides the fact that no one has hauled you from your tent.

Nicote peeks theough the tent flap. Because whats the worstrhat can happen? (:p)


He gets rhe feeling thewycern is being a pest

As soon as you say 'Come here' the wind obeys, stronger than before. It's a command you should remember for later. Now you can see lots of other colours coming your way, the colour of midnight, sliding along the ground like oil. It must be the scents of the Onyx Moon Clan coming to you as well.

It's getting difficult to see the blobs of colour from your creature friends, still speeding away. You take that as them being a safe distance away. Now you need to run and hide your scent at the same time.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=35#349 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 4/21/2019 at 2:32 PM As soon as you say 'Come here' the wind obeys, stronger than before. It's a command you should remember for later. Now you can see lots of other colours coming your way, the colour of midnight, sliding along the ground like oil. It must be the scents of the Onyx Moon Clan coming to you as well. It's getting difficult to see the blobs of colour from your creature friends, still speeding away. You take that as them being a safe distance away. Now you need to run and hide your scent at the same time.

I maintain my focus as I walk knowing if I go faster I risk lososing focus, "Come here." I keep whispering to the wind.