Fantasy Saving Aether (Roles Filled)

[TheAdventureBegins]

Saving Aether

In the world Aether at the age of twenty-one everyone is either gifted with an element or not. Those gifted go on to study at Yoserra, a private academy till they can eventually go out to serve the major kingdoms. Over the years those gifted with the elements have been fewer and farther between. With the waning amount of magic Aether has been declining, and the people worry they have angered their gods somehow. Yet, for the first time in thirty years all of the elements have manifested once again. People whisper this is a sign that the gods have not turned their back on Aether and that the four’s destinies is to reshape the world.



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Saving Aether Roles (Filled)
Fire- Fana
Earth-Percefonii
Water- TheAdventureBegins
Air-BFabulous
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[TheAdventureBegins]

Bloom Asherah
Season of the FireCrest 700 AE
Middle of the ocean--Yoserra

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Control over the water didn’t come exactly on Bloom’s 21’st birthday, that day was no different for her or her crew sailing the ocean blue; yet one did not simply ignore the gods and their wishes. Her own plans were to sail North from the port in the Magenta land of Achress to South Eastern Frell to trade some rare goods she got while exploring some of the old lands- Yes she did have permission, no she wasn’t quite sure it was legal. Her birthday came and went on the third out of twelfth day of their voyage, it was four more days before her world flipped. . . Literally.
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Dreams of endless sea, and storms bombarded her night till she finally rose for the day. Bloom dressed quickly for the morning, for it was too cold even in the mid of summer to do anything else; she buttoned up her wool trousers with a long linen shirt tucked in, and covered up with a heavy, dark blue coat, pulled on her deck boots, and stuffed her hair back into her captain's hat. Those who didn’t know the woman well would easily mistake her as a boy, a safer appearance when one was in the business typical to rough men.

The sun had not risen yet as she left her chambers, and as a strong gust of ocean wind blew past, the woman realized she probably wouldn’t be seeing that sun at all. Already the ship had been soaring over continuously growing waves, a clear sign in itself that a storm was coming. Something deep unsettled inside Bloom as memories of her dreams surfaced, near identical to the scene before her.

Bloom woke her men, but they were slow to get up and ready themselves. It was FireCrest after all, no strong storms ever hit this part of the stretch this time of year. By the time the ship was rocking and dipping harder the men changed their tune, shut up, and set about their duties. Within an hour the full storm hit and it was worse than Bloom had expected.

The sky was as dark as night, the clouds gray and dropped angry, large splatters of rain everywhere. The wind at this point was howling so hard it hurt to just stand on the deck, and most had found as much shelter as possible. Bloom and her first mate guided the ship and crew as best they could, but panic had begun to rise below deck. Something was wrong, and Bloom wasn’t the only one to think so.

Waves grew to near the height of the ship deck, and the only thing Bloom could do was angle her vessel, and hope for survival. The first monstrous wave hit strong enough to completely push the whole ship back, near knocking it over. The next wave was bigger, and then bigger than that. They crashed up and over the sides, her men were yelling, she was sure some had already been lost, but she couldn’t stop to help. For what seemed like hours Bloom never lost concentration, never focused on what if, and forced her ship to maneuver and outlast the waves as long as possible.

No matter her efforts, no matter her will, it was not stronger than that of the ocean. Bloom had just maneuvered a rather large wave, sailing diagonally across it, when the second hit. She didn’t even have time to prepare, by the time she saw the wave rise up over the top of the sails, it had already started it’s downfall right on top of them Not strong enough to hold on, with a scream Captain Bloom was ripped from her life.

The dark of the ocean swallowed her easily, dragging her down to it’s depths. A bit disoriented and confused, Bloom tried to fight the pull and swim up. Her lungs were close to bursting, and when she reached instead of the surface, but the ocean floor she knew this was the end. There was no way she could make it to the top with the little bit of air she had left, already her lungs were at their limits, it was time for her to give up. It wouldn’t be the worst way to go, she decided, at least she had been doing what she loved the most.

It’s said when you are about to die you see your loved ones; one of the last things Bloom remembered seeing was an image of her oldest brother and father smiling and waving her on. She thought they were beckoning to her, telling her it was her time. She was ready to go, she had seconds left to live she was sure, even the edges of her limited vision had begun to waver and fail.

“Daughter, don’t give up. Take command of what is yours!” The words were faint, as if they came from somewhere far away; it wouldn’t be until much later in life that she would realize it wasn’t her father’s voice, but that of a woman. Sudden strength coursed through her body, and with instincts she didn’t know she had, she used that burst of energy to plant her feet in the uneven sand, and push up.

The water around her encased her entire being and with the speed of lighting Bloom shot up through the water and to the fresh air once more. With the world around her now black with unconsciousness, Bloom was not aware of how far the ocean had carried her.

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“Ms.Betterby! There is someone. . . I think they are shipwrecked!” The words were garbled to Bloom’s ears, but she was glad to feel the roughness of stone’s underneath her as the waves pushed her up on what she assumed was land. She felt hands grab her and jerk her roughly across the hard ground, but she was so weak she couldn’t even open her mouth or eyes to complain.

“Wha- Juniper this better not be another one of your tricks, you know I’m too old and tired- By the gods will!” There was a short pause while the woman assumedly made her way to where they were.

“Well hurry up Juniper, let's get her up to the infirmary before the predator’s smell the weakness.” Relief must have been enough to rest Bloom’s consciousness, for finally, gratefully, everything in black succumbed to darkness.

 

[Percefonii]

Dion Mirko Sten

Season of the FireCrest 700 AE Somewhere on Archess

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It would be fun, they said. It'd be a quick trip, they said. It had been close to three weeks since Dion had left Moohdun on his father's request. So what if there was a trader in Beocraty that was selling the legendary Lixillier flower? As far as he's read and learned, it was all just a tale that started centuries ago. But that didn't mean he wasn't curious to see if it did exist.

Being the resourceful man that he was, he'd managed to get to Achress by boat and was now traveling on the back of a wagon across the island to see if he could hitch a ride to his final destination. He thanked Sol for the great weather as he rummaged through his bag for his cigarette box. Luckily he managed to find someplace that sold his favourite brand for cheaper than Moohdun's prices, and obviously bought two boxes just in case his trip took longer than he previously anticipated.

Finally, he managed to find the opened pack and pulled out a stick, pressing it between his lips as he lit it with a match. How long has it been since he's gotten to Achress? Six days maybe? Why was the trek so long? Why didn't he just go straight to Beocraty by bought? Why was he so dumb? He let out a sigh, followed by a puff of smoke escaping his lips. No use in dwelling on what he could have done. At least he's getting there sooner rather than later.

His thoughts quickly drifted to his family. What were they all doing now? Has Ruby been looking after everyone else in his stead while their parents were working? What were Seb and Miró up to? Hopefully Kaj and Aerin were being good. He's never been away from everyone for this long, and it's even worse considering it was his birthday today. Never did he think he'd miss Sena's annual antics that she'd pull on him, or the constant annoyances from everyone else. Hopefully he can go back soon.

Boat to Beocraty?

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Eventually, he'd gotten off of the wagon and onto a boat that was supposed to head for Beocraty. His next mission was to find where on the island this supposed seller was with his supposed rare stock. The ride shouldn't take more than a day, the captain of the dingy mentioned. Just a few more days, he thought. Just a few more until he finds out if he wasted his time and money or if he's about to make the biggest purchase of his life.

"So, what brings you to Beocraty?" the captain asks him, eyeing the young man from head to toe. From the shoes on his feet to the head on his hair, Dion felt a shiver with each second that passed from the visual interrogation. "Looking for a merchant that is selling this rare flower." he responded in return, shuddering to shake off the ill feelings that were creeping up. "Then you best be headin' to Mujin. Heard that trader feller ran off to restock. Somethin' bout the flower only growin' on that island's soil."

He looked at the captain in front of him, face deadpanned and shoulders slacked. "Mujin? How does he survive? How is he still alive in the first place?" The captain shrugged, turning his dingy away from the safety of Beocraty to the dangers of Mujin. Dion felt no need to argue. He figured it was just his dumb luck and heaved a sigh, rubbing his temples in slight annoyance.


After an extra couple of days, they had made it to the dangerous land of Mujin, where the captain quickly ushered his passenger off the boat before just as quickly leaving. "Oy! Don't leave me like this! How do I get back?!" He yelled out, waving frantically and creating a lot of noise, trying to get the man's attention. Seeing as the captain looked as if he wasn't coming back, Dion had no choice but to move forward, making sure he was being extra careful.

Season of the FireCrest 700 AE Somewhere on Yoserra

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It hadn't even been twenty minutes of walking inland before the young man was faced with the sight of a snarling Valmpare a few feet away. He'd only read about their large claws and lengthy fangs in books, but never did he think he'd come face to face with them. His heart dropped, his breathing slow and heavy; every inch of his body unable to move on command. This thing could kill him in one swipe, yet he knew running away wasn't going to be an option.

The Valmpare's purple eyes seemed to glow in the FireCrest overcast. He thought of running, running as far as his legs could take him. Running till his legs gave out under him, until his body couldn't take the strain. But he wasn't ready to die. Not yet. He wanted to see his siblings grow older, he wanted to be the big brother they could rely on and the son his parents could count on. As his thoughts ran, the beast ran towards him with a roar, claws out and ready to rip him to shreds.

No. Not now. Not yet. The voices of his siblings rang in his ears as he saw the Valmpare come ever closer. He never broke eye contact, not until the last second. Dion raised both his arms up to cover his face, expecting to feel the burn of claws tearing through flesh moments later. Yet, he felt nothing. Instead, he hears the beast whelp in pain, followed by a loud thud.

Dion opened his eyes, lowering his arms to find a large rock-like wall a few inches away from where his body was. He looks behind it to find the Valmpare injured and knocked quite a ways back. Falling to his knees from shock, he tries to process what happened. "What the..." Damn did he need a good smoke.