Pawnige
“All the truth in the world is held in stories.”
Ather stood for a moment, watching Goggins with the humans. As Goggins flew away Ather descended the mount heading North towards the Edge of the world till he came to a bay with a small stark island in it. "Perfect." said Ather half to himself. With a thump of his staff he was standing on the island. raising his staff in his right hand and muttering to himself, Great looming trees with solid black bark began to erupt from the ground. The branches where lofty with navy blue leaves and shot out in patterns that caused your mind to almost see beings rustling through them. Ather brought his other hand to his staff, eye glowing. The ground began to shake as a Dark Mansion grew from the earth, creepers began to twist over its form half consuming it. Ather slamed the butt of his staff into the earth causing small maroon crystals to form on the trees lighting up his world with a soft pulsing life.
Raising his head Ather looked about his new domain, It would do. cupping one of the crystals Ather raised it to his mouth and whispered its name, Vaprite. Mortals with an Inclination to magic would seek this jealously. Proceeding forward he walked to the fountain in front of his mansion and looked into the water, swirling and shimmering, his reflection was not his current ragged form but his true Godly form. This He would call The Fount of Revelation. Ather approached the looming doors of his new home, they swung open without a sound as he strode in.
The inside of His home was massive with every type of room he could ever want. A Laboratory & Alchemy chamber, A library filled with tomes and spells, A training chamber to teach and pass on his arts, bedrooms, dining halls, and armories.
But despite all of this grandeur he felt, empty. No Apprentice, no creation, not even a mindless beast to sit at his feet. Ather decided first to try to remedy his feeling with a companionable beast. Reaching towards the ground and grasping the air, Ather jerked up his hand. His eye flashed a moment then a small Black hound with burning blue eyes appeared and curled at his feet. Ather, despite himself, almost smiled, Though he would never let any know of it. Leaning down Ather patted the puppy saying "I shall call you Vanarausk and you shall be my constant companion. Vanarausk yawned, stretched himself and slept at Athers feet. Ather had to stifle a laugh and hold back tears. He had loved nothing in A millennia the fealing confused him for a moment, before he composed himself and leaned back in his chair.
Raising his head Ather looked about his new domain, It would do. cupping one of the crystals Ather raised it to his mouth and whispered its name, Vaprite. Mortals with an Inclination to magic would seek this jealously. Proceeding forward he walked to the fountain in front of his mansion and looked into the water, swirling and shimmering, his reflection was not his current ragged form but his true Godly form. This He would call The Fount of Revelation. Ather approached the looming doors of his new home, they swung open without a sound as he strode in.
The inside of His home was massive with every type of room he could ever want. A Laboratory & Alchemy chamber, A library filled with tomes and spells, A training chamber to teach and pass on his arts, bedrooms, dining halls, and armories.
But despite all of this grandeur he felt, empty. No Apprentice, no creation, not even a mindless beast to sit at his feet. Ather decided first to try to remedy his feeling with a companionable beast. Reaching towards the ground and grasping the air, Ather jerked up his hand. His eye flashed a moment then a small Black hound with burning blue eyes appeared and curled at his feet. Ather, despite himself, almost smiled, Though he would never let any know of it. Leaning down Ather patted the puppy saying "I shall call you Vanarausk and you shall be my constant companion. Vanarausk yawned, stretched himself and slept at Athers feet. Ather had to stifle a laugh and hold back tears. He had loved nothing in A millennia the fealing confused him for a moment, before he composed himself and leaned back in his chair.
