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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2011 14:48:45 GMT -5
Her prophetic notions were getting more frequent lately, Nimueh observed, and they mostly had to do with possible alliances. It was not like she had those disturbing nightmares like that child Morgana did, no it was more of things she suddenly seemed to KNOW. It could happen that she would look in her scrying font to watch what was going on around Camelot and suddenly the image would go blurry and show her something else. Had it happened to someone else she would have guessed they had made a mistake of some sorts, lost concentration or pronounced something wrong, but with her it was a different case. This morning the scene had shifted to show her a young man in the forest, living there all by himself. A falcon had shown in the scene too, but Nimueh could not quite make sense of that yet.
All she knew was that she had to talk to him, find him somehow. He had the demeanour of a druid, albeit a lone one, not belonging to any group. Lone druids often enough were rebels that didn’t agree on the peaceful mindest most druids had. Rebels were always useful to her cause, and even if this young man was nothing like she pictured him, she had to find out at least. She would need to talk to him. So Nimueh had set out tracking him down. It was difficult to detect the spiritual essence of a man she had never met in flesh, but she knew she would find him eventually. The High Priestess liked to believe she could achieve anything, if she only put the right will behind it. It often enough worked so her confidence in her willpower was high. Apart from two things, killing Uther and restoring magic, she had managed to do everything she wanted.
The forest was quaint as the hour was still early. Nimueh had arrived at the very same clearing she expected him to be in, and when she tread closer she lifted the hood from her head and called out: “Merry meet on this peaceful morning, young man!”
(OOC: Sorry for the pun in the thread title, I couldn't resist ^^)
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Post by Rowan Chaucer on Jan 22, 2011 23:06:29 GMT -5
Rowan had lived most of his life in the forest, he had seen many people come and go through it's woods, many saw him and many didn't, he sometimes wasn't the type of person to let people know he was there. To him his world was untouched by pain, hurt, anger, and he could freely be who he was. Unlike in Camelot, his once true home, he could never be that young stablehand again. He knew this was his life now, a quiet, alone life with no one but Adyen, the trees and anyone that he happened to take back to he little camp he had deep in the woods. Which was far and few, becuase the druid had a hard time trusting people. He didn't know what they were like, he couldn't read face or see what people were thinking becuase of his blindness.
He was pretty much worthless when it came to anything, anything that could make him have the life he once had before, but being a person of magic and being blind didn't help. He could hide his magic, there was no troubles there, but his blindness could not just go away. It was part of who he was now, and who he would be for the rest of his life, just a blind man leaving in the forest for the rest of his life. Some night he would sit and wonder what his life would have been like if the fire hadn't started in the stables, if he hadn't gone in to save the horses, if his father had never died and his mother had never took her life. Would things have been better or worse if one or the many events had changed.
It was something he would never know. He had left his camp early this morning, after sleeping most of the day before. As living in the forest didn't leave you much to do. A walk had sounded nice, and you never knew who you met along the. Since he could not see, he had to use his hearing most of the time, plus Ayden to know what was going on around him. He carryed a long stick with him, as it served as a weapon and as a way of feelings away thing around him, by tipping it around on the ground when need, it was like a guiding stick when he was by himself and Ayden was not with him. The sliver winged falcon stood on his shoulder, a gift from the druids that had taken him in after he had left Camelot, and didn't know where to go, or who he was. They had taken him in, teached him the magic of the druids and how to fight, even if one was blind. He shook away his thoughts as he keep walking listening to the sounds of the wind going through the trees, when he heard a voice. It sounded like a womens voice but he could not tell, as he made his way closer to where he thought it came from. "What brings you to these parts?", he asked, wondering who she was, and of course he would not be able to tell becuase he could not see her.
[[haha no thats so funny! I saw it and I started to laugh so hard at the title]]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2011 19:01:23 GMT -5
When he turned around, it confirmed her supposition that she really had stumbled upon the right man. He bore this distinct face, and even the falcon she had seen in her dreams was there, sitting right on his shoulders. Odd… well, she had come across a few druids before who liked to keep themselves pets, but it still was some kind of novelty for Nimueh. She would never think of having any animal close to her like that, almost as a friend. She could command them all, magical beast or not, and so she never had elected any favourite amongst them. She needed no one, neither animal nor human close to her, she was better working alone. Allies, that was as far as she would go but even with them she would be careful to keep a distance. Get attached to someone and it’ll break your heart if he dies or betrays you. Nimueh had far too much to deal with already, she didn’t need any heartache on top of it.
But then something else caught her attention, something she really would not have expected and couldn’t quite nail down. The young man was looking into her general direction, but his eyes did not focus, nor did they settle on her face. What was going on there?! Was he afraid to look her way, or had she missed some illusion charm she had worked on habit? Nah, that couldn’t be it, Nimueh was too much of a professional to make such mistakes! Then she saw the way he held his walking stick and it all suddenly fell into place. Even the slight scars around his eyes should have told her already!! He was blind! That left her with a few interesting questions. First and foremost: Why in the Great Mother’s name had her scrying font showed her this man, of what use could he be to her cause, being blind and all? Then again, who was she to question the means of the Old Religion? If the Great Mother wanted her to seek him out, there had to be something about him she could use. All she had to do was stick around a little and find out.
“I was looking for you!” she answered his simple question with an equally simple retort. This was no time for games, unlike other occasions when she wanted to demonstrate her superiority a little more. What use was there to show if no one really was there to actually SEE it? Also, this provided another obstacle… she would have to rely on her voice and her good arguments. Not that she didn’t believe to be capable of it, but it surely was a novelty and a challenge! “You live here all on your own?” she wanted to gather as much information of him as she possibly could before she would make her move. It was never good to charge into things like that headfirst.
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Post by Rowan Chaucer on Feb 19, 2011 3:51:00 GMT -5
It wasn’t common for Rowan to met people along the road or in the forest, as they all wandered through at some times. At times Rowan didn’t talk to people, hiding away in the shadows, mostly when the knights rode by and people he didn’t think he could talk to. Because he thought because of the way he was that people just looked the over way and didn’t want to talk to someone who was as worthless as he was. A man who could not see was worth nothing, what could he do really he couldn’t go back to his the place he once called home he would never fit with there again and he would never find walk as he could not be a stable hand when he was blind. Though he truly could, magic was no allowed in Camelot and anyone who used it was sent to their death, so Rowan could never go back to the things he loved, as he had loved being with the horses, they were the only ones who seemed to understand him and he felt one with thing, he could also speak to them though the charm his father got him when he was a young boy, unknown to Rowan at the time what it was for.
As he could not see the women in front of him, he had to use to hearing to make up where she was. There were rare times when Rowan could see. The druids had showed him a spell that casted brightly lit orbs around a person, only seen by Rowan and others with magic, as he sometimes used it when he had to fight off bandits that might come along the road and pass him on the road, but it only lasted for sometime and he had to be careful where he spoke the words as magic could not he used everywhere. He waited for the women to answer his question, and he hated the fact he could not see. Sometimes he wished his life could go back to the way it was before he had gone blind. He would have still been a stable hand in the castle and he would be doing something he loved. Even though his father’s dreams of him being a knight were unable to be when he wasn’t blind and when he was blind, because knights were only of noble birth, and Rowan was not born that way.
When the women finally spoke and said she was looking for him. He drew a puzzled look on his face and raised an eyebrow. This woman was looking for him? Was this some kind of joke or something? What would anyone want with a worthless blind man? It was just so puzzling to Rowan, but he could tell there was truth in the women’s words. Huh.. he thought, still trying to get over the fact that she was looking for him. “Your looking for me?”, he said, knowing it was stupid to say something like that, she had just said he was looking for him but he was still in disbelief. “Why would you have reason to seek me out”. I mean of all the people to be looking for him? He wasn’t worth anything. He nodded his head at the next question, “Yes I have lived here many years alone”, he had been living in the forest so many years now that he had lost count 6 years? Maybe more he had lost count, it had always been him and Ayden and now this woman he had just met had been looking for him, as his mind questioned what reason would she have.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2011 12:46:09 GMT -5
Now that she saw him right before her, Nimueh could make even less sense of what she had been told to do by her seer powers. It was often enough tempting to just ignore the notions as they made no sense at all. But now she was here, she could not very well get up and excuse herself, telling him it had been a mistake? She was far too proud for that! Nimueh never made mistakes! All she did served a good purpose that would pay off in the end. At least so should it appear to the outside world. If you doubted yourself, you could very well be considered a weakling. Weaklings were easy to overthrow. It might serve her sometimes to be seen as a helpless and clueless woman, but not when it came to make allies and forming plans to work for her final goal. Then she needed to appear as convincing and competent as possible.
His question was more than valid. Had she been in his position, she would not believe her own claim. This forest was vast, if you happened upon someone it was by mere chance. Still, his voice also gave away a certain bitterness. Maybe that was linked to him being blind. Nimueh had seen that many times: the blind over all others thought themselves useless, as they could not even walk a single step without fearing they might hit something. All they could do was sit around and count the passing days they could not see. No wonder he was hiding away, though why he didn’t live with caring souls like the druids were, was a mystery to be solved. “Yes, for you”, she assured him, smiling even though she knew he wouldn’t be able to see it. “And why? I guess that’s for both of us to figure out.”
With this cryptic remark, she prepared herself for sitting down right where she was, suggesting: “Why don’t we both take a seat? This might take longer than we both know, and we should start on a comfortable basis. Maybe I should begin with telling you my name: I’m Nimueh!” She didn’t mention her full title for now, as that might lead to false ways of conversation. This was not about her, it was all about him! “Why do you hide out here, if I may be so bold as to ask? Aren’t you a druid?”
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