Post by Ifrit on Feb 6, 2015 22:48:58 GMT 1
Time and date: 09 February, 9pm
Weather: Lightly snowing, dark, less wind
Previous Threads: Ice and Foam, Seeking the Caliph, Finally, Solid Ground
The man was climbing up the tall stretches of paths leading deep into cave systems and mountainous traverse. From what he had heard tell of, the places were supposed to be relatively empty, seeing as how the denizens were all but gone from the main island for some holiday or another. As he ascended, he came upon a cave that seemed rather shallow and empty, if his search did not lie to him. Outside the mouth of the cave was a small plateau that offered a small and dark but pleasant view of the island.
He started a small fire as light snow began to dust the place. Sitting down, a chant spilled from his throat as he slung the pack he had carried all this way off his shoulders. It had been a long time that he was at sea and even longer since he felt he could drop his guard for a moment to gather some internal grounding and centering.
Slowly he pulled off his cloak and then his gloves. The belt came next, along with his dagger, swords, and boot knife. The boots themselves were next and then his tunic. Clad in only his loose black leggings revealed his figure. The dark skinned man was strong and muscled but scarred. A ring of scar tissue was closed but for a few inches all the way around his throat. Various other slashes crossed his chest and back as well as several more black tattoos marking his tanned flesh. He tied his long black hair back and bound his leggings closer to his skin. The chanting continued all the while.
Removing several items from his pack, he set down two spheres that looked of a bound white material secured by two metal cords attached to the end of long sticks. The man undid a vial of a liquid and poured the two spheres over with its semi-clear contents. Discarding it, he cleaned off his hands and picked up the sticks. Dipping the spheres in the fire, they immediately caught alight and burned without consuming the spheres.
He stood near the edge of the plateau and ceased his melodic chants. Beginning slowly, he started swinging the burning orbs around his body, warding off the snow and the cold as they got very close to his skin. He moved in an intricate design, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the whistle of the air and the rush of heat all around him. Eventually he went from stationary spinning to dancing upon the rock with the spheres swirling about him, creating a gorgeous display of fire, motion, skin and silence.
Weather: Lightly snowing, dark, less wind
Previous Threads: Ice and Foam, Seeking the Caliph, Finally, Solid Ground
The man was climbing up the tall stretches of paths leading deep into cave systems and mountainous traverse. From what he had heard tell of, the places were supposed to be relatively empty, seeing as how the denizens were all but gone from the main island for some holiday or another. As he ascended, he came upon a cave that seemed rather shallow and empty, if his search did not lie to him. Outside the mouth of the cave was a small plateau that offered a small and dark but pleasant view of the island.
He started a small fire as light snow began to dust the place. Sitting down, a chant spilled from his throat as he slung the pack he had carried all this way off his shoulders. It had been a long time that he was at sea and even longer since he felt he could drop his guard for a moment to gather some internal grounding and centering.
Slowly he pulled off his cloak and then his gloves. The belt came next, along with his dagger, swords, and boot knife. The boots themselves were next and then his tunic. Clad in only his loose black leggings revealed his figure. The dark skinned man was strong and muscled but scarred. A ring of scar tissue was closed but for a few inches all the way around his throat. Various other slashes crossed his chest and back as well as several more black tattoos marking his tanned flesh. He tied his long black hair back and bound his leggings closer to his skin. The chanting continued all the while.
Removing several items from his pack, he set down two spheres that looked of a bound white material secured by two metal cords attached to the end of long sticks. The man undid a vial of a liquid and poured the two spheres over with its semi-clear contents. Discarding it, he cleaned off his hands and picked up the sticks. Dipping the spheres in the fire, they immediately caught alight and burned without consuming the spheres.
He stood near the edge of the plateau and ceased his melodic chants. Beginning slowly, he started swinging the burning orbs around his body, warding off the snow and the cold as they got very close to his skin. He moved in an intricate design, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the whistle of the air and the rush of heat all around him. Eventually he went from stationary spinning to dancing upon the rock with the spheres swirling about him, creating a gorgeous display of fire, motion, skin and silence.