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 Lost Within, [Viana]
Cahira Murdock
 Posted: Jul 10 2018, 11:41 AM
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Cahira cursed softly to herself as she slid down the small, muddy hill. Her armor was going to need so much cleaning that it would take days by the time she managed to make it out of this marsh. She hadn’t intended to enter Garion’s Marsh in the first place. It had seemed foreboding at best, and the few rogues she had encountered had stopped only long enough to warn her away from the center of it, and of the quicksand and bogs she would find. But a bluff and overgrown trees had forced her away from the river that she had been following north, and she had made the mistake of traveling on the side of the river that the marsh was on. Before long she had found herself entangled within its wilderness.

Before long she had found herself lost, though she did manage to keep from wandering in circles. But she also knew she had wandered far off of her intended course, and it was starting to get particularly boggy. She had given up hours ago on keeping her feet dry, and now just tested the ground ahead of her with a solid stave she had found. If nothing else, she didn’t want to get caught in a bog or quicksand.

It got dark early due to the thickness of the jungle-like trees she was in, and by the time she reached an open area, she found that it was truly dark. The stars twinkled above her in between banks of clouds. In front of her was an open area, with only scattered trees instead of thick rows of them. Stagnant water lay between islands of what could be walkable land.

And ahead of her… was that buildings? She could make out vague shapes of buildings that were crumbling. With careful steps she headed toward them, testin the ground even more carefully now that her path was lit only by the moon intermittently. Shelter was all she was concerned about now. Tomorrow she could worry about how to get out of this wretched place.

It took her what seemed like forever to get across the small empty marsh and to where the buildings lay on small solid islands between the still water. She wasn’t sure but those lights just at the corner of her eye were undoubtedly dangerous and she tried to not give them much attention. Instead, she investigated one of the small buildings on the outskirts. Unbidden, knowledge of the area and its legends came to her. Tal Madog… it was dangerous, supposedly, and the locals always spread rumors of travelers disappearing. Was it merely to keep them away from what might have once been something great? Perhaps to drive off graverobbers or treasure seekers? She didn’t know. But this small building was empty and would provide decent enough shelter for the night.

Cautiously but swiftly she gathered enough semi dry wood for a small fire, building it in a corner of the hovel that wasn’t going to light up the night like a beacon. Her boots came off so that she could try to dry her feet off before she got sick, and she huddled down to a cold meal of jerky and bread around her tiny flame of warmth. The cold didn’t bother her, but being damp did.
Part of her longed for flames. Somebody like Idris or another ally from Caldo’s lines would have been welcome for the comfort of a fire. But there was naught to be done for it. Silently, she sighed, wishing heavily to have an easier journey from the marsh the next day, perhaps even make it back to the river. Though not intended as a prayer initially, the wish was followed with her looking up and whispering a small plea aloud. ”Please. At least to the edge of the marsh”.

Afterwards, she shook herself, feeling silly. What god would come to her rescue? It was a laughable thought. Staring at her small fire, she began to fall into a doze.
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Viana
 Posted: Jul 14 2018, 03:58 PM
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Viana felt the tug distantly, at first. It was always weaker when the person praying wasn't using her name--and truth be told, it had been quite some time since she'd heard her name called out to directly. Perhaps that was the price of not spending much time fussing about temples and rituals and priesthoods the way some of the others did. She couldn't bring herself to regret it, though. It left her with more time to actually tend to the needs of her "flock," varied birds that they were, and she couldn't abide by the preening of some of the landed gods. In her mind, if you needed the constant reassurance and adoration of mortals, you weren't much of a god to begin with.

A sharp kick to the ground with her booted foot and she was off, rocketing into the air. The wind rushed into her wings as she snapped them open, a surge of power she would never truly tire of, no matter how commonplace it was for her. She began following the tug, banking, diving, climbing, and shifting with a wind that seemed to move just for her, curling itself to conform to her shape. It didn't surprise her when she realized it was pulling her towards Tal Madog--the ancient city crawled in byzantine loops across the treacherously wet land, a fearsome web perched in the very heart of Garion's beautifully rich home.

Her vast wings beat loudly in the humid night air, both merging with and separate from the panoply of night noises: chreeping frogs, clucks and screeches of strange birds, the sonorous booming of a bullfrog, and of course the continuous vibrating trill of thousands of insects. The trees here were thick, and without pause she flicked into the shape of a water bird before landing, a white flash of some kind of egret soaring nimbly and gracefully through the undergrowth to land in shallow water.

Viana tested the ground beneath her clawed feet, then stalked on long, bright orange legs to an open patch of land beside one of the ruins. Tiny fish and other creatures fled from her movement, but she ignored them, emerging onto almost dry earth. A faint glow issued from within the building, carefully hidden as best as its maker could behind the tumbledown walls. She heard the reverberations of that prayer, twisting her head this way and that on its long neck as she considered. Well. Simple enough.

She could clear the supplicant's path in any number of ways, but perhaps it wouldn't hurt to make herself slightly more known.

A slight hush fell on the swamp as the nearest creatures began to feel the magic working, creating a quiet ring around the building within the greater cacophony. A few moments, and then there was an even fainter creaking, cracking noise, and Viana rose up slightly as the earth beneath her shifted.

A path had appeared. It was unpaved, but clear, mounded up slightly above the ground. Where it had passed through stagnant water and clinging quicksand, it had dried out the moisture like a month of unrelenting sun, leaving solid earth. Viana rang along it for a few feet as it grew, coaxing it along with the bizarre, stilted prance natural to this form, then stopped and watched its dim, bluish glow snake onwards through the muck towards the marsh's nearest edge. Her pointed white wings, extended on either side of her body, slowly folded back in, and she turned to peer at the little campfire's glow, still as if a frog was fumbling blindly just at her feet.

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Cahira Murdock
 Posted: Jul 14 2018, 04:42 PM
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Cahira shivered by the fire, the dampness seeming to seep into her very bones through her skin. Open sea would be better than this strange, not quite freezing dampness. She shifted closer to the small flames, lost enough in her own misery that she didn’t immediately take note of the other sentient being that was coming nearby. Her food had been finished perhaps quicker than she would like, though the stoic woman would hardly admit to that, and now all that was to be done was to wait until she was comfortable enough to sleep, and then head out once again come morning.

It wasn’t until a few moments later, when the slow creaking noise began, that she took note of the fact that the marshy woods, so noisy with insects and night creatures, had gone silent. The woman’s head shot up from where she had been resting it on her knees, and with the quick motions of a warrior used to being in danger, she shoved her damp feet back into equally damp boots, and moved to peer out of the doorway, taking a moment to adjust her eyes to the darkness.

The moonlit night as fairly bright, but it was still all tones of grey. The silence, for the moment, remained, and she saw the faintest of blue light disappearing into the trees. Silently, she searched the area, but the only thing that seemed odd was the presence of a starkly white bird… and the existence of a path that had not been there when she made her way into the ruins. Shock widened her eyes as she stared at it, but her emotions were swiftly dragged under control as she allowed her walls to open slightly, feeling for the emotional signature of someone else. Perhaps somebody of Earthen blood was coming this way?

The white egret turned to look in her direction, and Cahira was suddenly hit with a feeling of expectation, of waiting, almost impatiently, for something to be noticed. It was strong for a moment, and then barely noticeable even as she sought for it. Confusion entered her gaze, as well as wariness as she finally slipped out of the shadows, sword in hand. Her mind dismissed the bird at first, expecting it to fly away with her appearance. It was strange enough that the wetlands bird was standing and awake in the darkness.

Cool, grey eyes searched the area, her mind probing gently for the source of the emotion she had felt.

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Viana
 Posted: Jul 17 2018, 10:31 AM
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The silence lingered eerily in the threatening shadows of Tal Madog as the white bird waited, demonstrating an uncustomary degree of patience, at least for the moment. Fortunately for the ever rushing, always forward moving goddess, she didn't have to wait long before the quiet sounds of someone stirring invited the swamp to resume its susurrus, and a woman emerged in much-stained traveling gear and armor.

Armor! This was exciting. Other armored women certainly were a thing she'd seen before, but at times they still felt like a rarity. She held her sword competently, with the confidence bred of long familiarity--its use was clearly something that was second nature to her now. The woman was staring at her in confusion, but then her eyes seemed to slide off, searching for something else in this strange scene, probing the new path that had risen from the muck and murk.

In for a penny, in for a pound. Wasn't that a human saying? She'd chosen to make herself known to this mortal, and there was no sense in drawing it out and confusing her further.

Viana took in a deep breath. It filled her little lungs, feathers bristling out slightly as her chest rose--but then there was the sensation of it continuing to fill her, swirling power through her body as she grew and changed. She felt each detail, the curious and agelessly familiar tingle and stretch, but to the outside viewer it seemed to happen in a heartbeat. There was something like a shiver to the air, a sense of motion, and then where the egret had been standing on stilt legs there was a woman in full armor, leaning on a handsome spear.

She smiled, apparently at ease, dimly lit from below by the luminescence of her road. Her armor was plain and functional, but clearly of high quality. It was also surprisingly light and trim, strong materials but made thinner than usual, reinforced leather replacing heavy steel where it needed to--the armor of a fast, light fighter, someone who didn't want to be encumbered, and who was very confident in her ability not to get hit.

And of course then there were the wings. It would be hard not to notice those.

Her eyes were quite similar in human form to those she'd worn before--though they had sclera, iris, and pupil now, the irises were still a sharp, bright, inquisitive black, reflecting the light curiously.

"This'll take you to the edge of the marsh, if that's where you still want to go." She tilted her head, unblinking. "Though you didn't specify which edge. It might need some adjustments, depending."

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Cahira Murdock
 Posted: Jul 17 2018, 06:12 PM
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Moments of silence stretched before the nighttime caphony began once again. All seemed quiet and aside from the general sense of normality returning, there was nothing coming in through her empathic senses. Her sword began to dip, though the confusion of how the pathway appeared was certainly not going away. But as she stared at the pathway, the egret upon it stretched and shifted. Her empathic sense pulsed. An eyeblink later, Viana appeared as humanoid. Cahira’s stance shifted, sword lifting automatically to guard position.

Cool, grey eyes looked over the potential enemy, widening as she realized she couldn’t sense emotions from the armored figure. Not even neutrality. Just nothing at all. And then her eyes found Viana’s wings, dimly remembering the old tales of a winged goddess in armor who watched over travelers and birds. Was this what a god looked like, so… normal? Her armor was fine work, her stance that of a confident warrior, but really the only oddity was her wings and the fact that Cahira couldn’t sense her emotions.

Moments after that thought, Cahira met Viana’s gaze, and shivered, even as the goddess spoke. She was friendly, it seemed, explaining the dimly glowing path that had appeared in a matter of fact manner. But her ebony eyes were intense, and bright, filled with an unknown age.

There were too many coincidences pointing at godhood, and the icy woman decided to err on the side of caution. Smoothly, she shifted, sheathing her sword smoothly before dipping into a low bow. Cool, grey eyes rose warily but without fear, using the moment to shuffle her confusion and shock under control. Her voice was hesitant, but she didn’t stutter. ”Thank you, Winged One. You honor me in responding to my plea. I couldn’t possibly ask any more from you.” More so, she didn’t dare.

Silently, she tried to remember the name from the story, but it slipped her mind as glacial eyes met Viana’s once again, sending a shiver down her spine once again
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