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Xaraxel's Story-Introduction |
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As a wounded angel fell from the sky, the sky opened up in tears...
He hears the screams of children, then blacks out.
The sound of a booming church bell awakens the angel, instinct guides him to grab his sword alas it was not there. An elderly man suddenly appears in his vision.
"Tis truly 'mazing that ye survive'd" said the elderly man garbed in weathered priest robes, white with black outlining.
"Whe' where am I" the angel groans.
"You are in my care, I am Wanlorn, former traveler. As to yer question, you are in the small town of Nirva. Rest well, we have a festival beginin' tomorrow, t'would do thee town much good if ye be kind enough ta join us."-Wanlorn
"Th-Thank you...I will need to recover, I am Xaraxel, Archangel of Protection and Wrath. I will join ye...." as Xaraxel passes out once more.
The sky has ceased crying and its a beautiful day in Nirva.
Xaraxel awakens, noticing that his body is merely covered in scars. He gets up and walks out the simple house, recognizing it for a home owned by either a low class merchant or adventurer. Finally he is able to stretch out his wings, and gazes out seeing similar houses scattered amongst a forest clearing, creating a circle in the center. Games are being set up along with vendor stands around it. Both elves and humans are working together, and children running around.
"So yer finally up? Good, help us out a bit an' enjoy yerself four a couple days" Wanlorn states.
"Aye, tis the least I can do for you're aid."
As Xaraxel begins to help set up the primary stage, where all are given the chance to demonstrate their talents whether it be linguistics, swordplay or even cooking.
"Though ye be angel, yer uner my watch" Wanlorn states whilst gazing up at Xaraxel's placement of the overhead canvas, easily done due to his wings.
"Perfectly understandable, visitors may join the the contest?" Xaraxel asks.
"Aye ye may, some folk want ye ta demonstrate somethin' spectacular."-Wanlorn
"Yes it'll be a special performance" Xaraxel grins.
Whilst taking a break after helping set up various odds'n ends, a group of children surround him and start chanting "storytime, storytime". Gazing up and seeing a setting sun, "A story? I got one that'll make a bard jealous" Xaraxel grins.
"Really now? Listen up little ones, you may learn something. You won't mind the extra company will ye?" An elderly woman states looking back and seeing a few other townsfolk joinin'.
"Feel free to join, though this may take awhile" The forest falls silent, and a sense of peace fills the would be listeners..."In the beginning..."
 Xaraxel The Archangel · Fri Jul 11, 2008 @ 07:17am · 5 Comments |
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