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Private meeting of mages

Discussion in 'Myrtle Beach and the Shimmering Sea' started by Cait, Jul 9, 2018.

  1. Cait

    Cait Britannia

    Human (Celtic)

    Cait was wandering again. She hadn't found herself able to settle anywhere; the threat of the Romans kept her moving at all times and she didn't want to endanger the lives of the people around her, even those who helped her. Fortunately with every stop of and every kind face she was gifted items and she now had a heavy tunic, some water skins and some different types of food in case she couldn't catch anything with her bow and arrows. Today she was walking a path she had not before, preferring to stay in the thick of the wood, never staying in one location longer than was needed. With the warmer weather she had also stopped lighting fires except to cook food on- she didn't want to attract attention and she had a good reason to.

    She had only recently got out of the grip of the Romans and was determined that she was not going back there ever again. She'd been tied up like an animal though she knew that wasn't the worst thing the Romans were capable of- they'd blinded her father without a second thought and she could only imagine what they'd do to her given that she had escaped their clutches before.

    Cait continued forwards, eventually hearing the movements of another person. She stilled, listening to the direction. Cait pressed herself up against the tree until she was brave enough to move towards where the noise was coming from. She knew not everyone in this wood was out to get her and as long as they didn't have an alliance to Rome she would make at least an ally of them. She stepped forwards carefully, eyeing a man with his back to her, "What are you doing?" She demanded, standing as tall as she could, trying to look imposing.
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  2. William of Lanchester

    William of Lanchester Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell

    Misty Hollow Councilman/Magician
    Misty Hollow
    at least 200 looks in his late 20s early 30s
    Lawful Good
    There were several points in his life where William of Lanchester had to wonder 'just how did I find myself here?' Times where the situation became so strange, so out of the norm, even for him where he had to take a step back and really look into all of the choices that had led him to that point. Oddly enough, this was not one of those times. Even as he stood in a completely alternate universe, come to the shores of a beach to speak with a mermaid about creating a pathway between the mirrors that would connect her realm to all others like it in the world...this was oddly normal for him. The sort of thing he was used to doing. Strange how life worked out that way.

    Yet here he was now, watching as the mermaid turned her back on him and swam away, her sinuous form diving back once more, like a dolphin, into the sea. A Long sigh escaped him, and, dragging a hand back through his hair, he found himself staring up at the sky. There were several ways in which that could have gone worse, he supposed, but also many more in which it could have gone better. Well, there was nothing to be done for it now. He would have to get in contact with her again, he knew, but until their next meeting...

    William pushed himself back to his feet. With a wave of his hand and a few murmured words in a language not known to most human ears a roaring wind rose up, swirling about the magician. He began speaking his message, but was interrupted only moments later by the sound of a young girl's voice. He glanced over his shoulder, the wind dying down immediately. He arched a brow at her, noting the manner in which she held herself. There was something defensive about it, like an animal attempting to appear larger and more imposing than it was.

    Turning to face her fully, William raised his hands in placating manner. "I am merely sending a message," he replied "the wind acts as my courier. Why were you hiding behind that tree?"
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