Ghuan's Destiny (Ft. Cataris)

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

Ghuan

Ghuan had traveled a multitude of leagues yet he knew not what he would find. His only desire was to rid himself of the caverns which had been his home. However it had been awhile since he thought of them in any such way, nay now he knew them for what they really were; a prison, chains, that were made to keep us locked up in a hole. He used to believe the lies they told him, about the other races. How they were intent on destroying the Mori. But now he saw that the truth; Ghuan did not want for the other races to be permitted entry indeed he thought he would never see the day that they would walk upon his holy city. But by allowing the Over-worlders to come to the city had opened his eyes to the fact that the leaders of the Mori'quessir did not care of tradition or of what the people wanted but only made sure that they would survive...

He had decided to leave them because he saw his way of life becoming washed away; destroyed. In in his dreams he saw visions of vasts deserts frozen tundras rolling hills. He knew there was a whole world out there that the Caverns had prevented him from witnessing, and he knew that it was his destiny to be apart of it.

Yet when he had set sail from his homeland he had no idea of what he had gotten himself into. For he had not the slightest clue how to sail, nor where he was going and by design it seemed as if he would be destined to die at sea, burnt to a crisp by the sun that would eventually come after the Full Moon he had sailed under. Yet as he lay in his small craft he dreamed another dream. One of war and of spells of great mages conjuring powerfullspells, of lighting coming from the clouds, and of great swaths of water being harnessed. Yet as he awoke he was alarmed to see that lightning was coming from the clouds, and that the calm night that he had been sailing had turned into a violent storm.

He shouted at the storm cursed it, again he thought he had mistaken himself and that his destiny was to die at the bottom of the ocean, or perhaps that he should have stayed. And as the storm carried on Ghuan knew that whatever would come out of it, that if he survived that he would never be the same.

Ghuan awoke, his eyes groaned with every blink and his whole body ached. It was nighttime he knew it; which meant that somehow he had survived through the day. With a short blessing to Nemissae (forgive me if its spelled wrong)) he stood upright and surveyed his surroundings. Before him was large cliff, atop it an expanding wall that circled around a bend past where the eyes could follow. He stumbled as he walked, and looking to his right he could see a group of armoured men walking towards him, each brandishing a sword. Nausea overtook him and before the group had reached him he collapsed on the sand.

The group of men were guards from the walled town of D'hara, and when they spotted Ghuan they could hardly believe what they were seeing; that is to say no Moriquessir had been sighted this far from thier home as of yet. Knowing full well the stories of the Mori and what they had done to the people of Asulon they gave Ghuan no care as they dragged him off the beach and throught the streets of D'hara.

Cataris

Cataris stood atop the cliff, overlooking a part of the town of D'hara. He wore his battle attire, a long green loincloth, studded anklebands and studded wristbands. He was planning on hunting down and killing Codrik for removing Evark's tongue, although something caught his eyes, he watched as what seemed to be a Mori was dragged by three guards, he stroked the puff of chin hair he had as he smirked. The Mori was barely conscious it seemed, a rare sight this far south-west of Asulon's mainland, let alone the Elven-lands. Something stirried inside his stomach, a deep curiosity for the Mori, knowing full well the guards would arrest him if he tried to free the Mori, he instead chose a different route.

As they dragged the Mori towards the prison cells, Cataris began a series of movements, he placed his left foot back, placing his right foot forward, he slightly bent his knees as he kept his hands out towards the guards, firm and taught, fingers outstretched. Cataris twisted his right foot to face his left, then he pushed it forward, a flat thick disk of stone jumped out of the ground as Cataris then twisted his body to the right and kick it with his left foot, sending it spiraling down from the clifftops. The guard carrying the Mori was slammed in the face by the stone, being caught off-guard, the others began to draw swords as the Mori collapsed to the floor with the unconscious guard. Cataris began the same movement again, but with to his left, he raised his right foot, kicking another stone disk and sending to towards the guards, knocking out the second guard. The last guard reached behind his back and drew a longbow, notching a quick arrow and firing it towards Cataris. Cataris had the solution in his mind by the time the Guard had reached behind himself for the bow. He bent his knees more, bringing his hands up together to cross-over, turning his outstretched fingers into a fist as a large stone wall exploded from the cliff side, raising before Cataris, a feint sound was heard as the arrow struck the wall. Cataris twisted his body as, spinning in a circle as he brought his leg around to kick the wall, it exploded in a hail of stone. A large stone hit the guard yet to no effect, thanks to his helmet. The Mori seemed to be bruised up by the other pieces of stone.

Cataris grinned down at the guard. He leaned down over the cliff side, getting onto his knees as he reached over the edge and slammed his hands into the cliff wall, he then kicked off with his legs, sending his body flipping over the edge. His hands molded into the wall, allowing him to slowly climb down, he punched his way into the cliff side, the stone molding around his hand as he forced his willpower and emotions into each punch; a deep desire for his loved ones. He could hear the sound of arrows bounce of the stone walls beside him. He reached down again, the sound of a "woosh" and bone snapping was heard as blood sprayed down his arm, he almost lost his grip on the stone above, his left hand had been pierced by an arrow. He swung with all his might on his right hand, kicking himself off from the wall, he then slammed hard against the cliff wall, sending his outstretched feet into the stone, the stone molding around his feet and up to his knees. He then laid himself out from the wall, giving his hands freedom, he reached out with his right hand, delicately touching the arrow shaft as he shouted in pain, he then took a tight grip and began to slowly pull it out, screaming in pain, his feet began to slowly lose its grip as his emotions were overflown with pain. Remembering his decades of training and combat, he tried with all his willpower to ignore the pain, although it seemed impossible. He managed to pull the arrow out, the ring of pain ever present on his tongue. He threw the arrow aside, letting it fall the rest of the cliff. He leaned back more, looking down at the ground below, not much of a fall down yet it would still break any man's legs. He reached out with his right hand for the stone, pushing and molding his right hand into the cliff-wall, letting his left hand hang loose. He dragged his legs out of its hold, flipping himself upright properly. He pushed his feet up against the wall, bending his knees, maintaining his grip, he then let go, he began to flail his arms as he fell rapidly, but he managed to make contact with the wall again with his right foot, he twisted his foot slightly and inwards to the stone, causing it to ripple and move the stone outwards, turning his fall into a slide, placing his left foot as he surfed down the cliff side, bending the stone before him.

As he reached the bottom, he leaned forward, keeping his knees bent, he thrust his right hand down, fingers outstretched, his pushed his feet downwards as the stone below his feet shot outwards, sending him into the air towards the awe-struck guard. Cataris landed with a firm stomp of his feet against the stone, he leaned his body backwards as he raised his foot towards the guards stomach, knocking the wind out of him, as the guard leaned forward, Cataris reached out, grabbing the guard by his leather cap, pulling him downwards to the ground. The guard slammed heavy against the ground, Cataris stood with his feet outstretched above him, he then jumped on his feet, bringing his feet down in a powerful stomp, he raised his right fist and slammed it down at the time of his feet, pillars of stone rose around the guard, encasing him in a stone prison. Cataris then kicked at the many sided wall, breaking open an opening, once he walked out, he twisted his right foot to the left and stomped it down, sending stone up and repairing the stone wall.

Cataris walked over to one of the guards, ripping off some cloth and wrapping it around his left hand as he winched in pain. He looked back over to the Mori, seeming not so worth it now, though the fight was fun. He stood hovering over the Mori, he brought his foot to the Mori's hip, trying to get him to get up and speak.

"You got a name boy?"

Ghuan

At some point during the fight Ghuan had awoken, although what he had seen and what seemed real to him where to different things. The man who had sent the discs of stone in to the guards hovered over him, the moon silhouetting his figure. He appeared to want something from Ghuan although after the exposure he had received from the elements and his bare knowledge of the common tongue he had very little idea of what the man was saying. Thinking it a waste of time the man payed no more attention to the mori and continued on his mission, but as more things in his minds came to he realized what the man was asking.

"Ghuan."

"I...Ghuan."

Cataris stops in his tracks, smirking as he listens to the broken speech of the common tongue, he turns to face the Mori.

"I am Cataris conDoin, I was hoping perhaps you may tell me what you are doing so far from home?"

With what little knowledge he knew he figured that the man's name was Cataris; apart from that the only word he recognized was home.

"Home..."

Using what strength he had left in his arms he tried to portray his journey as he talked.

"I...sail... storm..."

"You sailed here?" -Cataris says inquisitively, raising an eyebrow. He then motions for the Mori to come-

"Come, the guards will either awaken or more will come to arrest and kill both of us"

Cataris begins to run down the streets, before turning off the road and behind a building, rushing over a hill and sliding down the other side, he then begins slow his run, into a swift walk, heading out towards a dock where a ship awaited

Ghuan followed the man, his bruised self limping along the road. He knows not what keeps him going even as his legs groan as they long for the release of his weight. The man seems to be friendly and the fact that he came and "rescued" him from the guards Ghuan takes as destiny. He follows the man as best as he can. Knowing that greater things await him.

Cataris watches as the Mori slowly lumbers behind, the mori makes a very slow descent down the somewhat rocky hill, Cataris twists his body, bringing his right foot high in the air and slamming it down, pushing his right hand into an open palm, pushing down downwards towards the earth. The hill below the Mori suddenly rumbles and becomes increasingly smoother and steeper, sending him rolling down the hill*

"Oh look! You caught up!"

Cataris says snidely with a wide grin on his face, he then jumps onto the boat, he meets up with a man robed in green, gold and black, a large round hat sits on his head, shadowing his face, a long green dyed feather sits at the centre-point of the hat that spikes up. Cataris twirls his hands, motioning for the man to set sail. Cataris then opens a hatch, letting out light from the under-deck, he then quickly jumps down, rather then climbing the ladder down

With the Ship in sight but the man now somewhat ahead he began to wonder if the man would leave him. However while he was thinking this the man turned around wth a few movements turned the earth beneath him into a smooth steep hill. Caught off guard by his "trick" he lost his footing and began to tumble down the hill if there had been a part of Ghuan that was not bruised or broken it did not stay that way for long. Ghuan began to wonder if the man really did intend to help him or if he was just playing some sick twisted game. However he seemed to still be somewhat friendly as he urged him on to the boat.

Once on the boat however the man made his way towards a hatch and without another word to Ghuan he jumped down.

Ghuan followed him down the hatch, taking each step down the ladder cautiously.

Cataris walks over to a pile of wooden chairs, taking two of them by their legs with his right hand, he brings them over to the chair-less table and places the chairs opposite. The shadowy figure in green climbs down after them, walking up to Cataris and whispering in his ear, Cataris waves a finger in dismissal before looking up at the man

"If you could, make us some tea"

Cataris turns back to the Mori, placing his left elbow onto the table, raising the injured hand in the air. He stares into the eyes of the Mori, his focus unwavering as he begins to speak

"What are you doing out here? What purpose have you?"

Ghaun has close to no idea what the man is saying to him, he tries his best to formulate a response, he thinks that perhaps he wants to know of his "journey".

"Leave... Home...

Sail... Storm...

Guards... Destiny..."

Ghuans struggles to form the words and has to speak very slowly in order to piece together any form of the common tongue.

"Destiny? you say?"

Cataris smiles widely, finding it humorous that this is his destiny. He turns to see the robe figure return with two cups of tea, placing them down in the middle of the table, he the retreats up the ladder. Cataris reaches out with his right hand, taking a cup and bringing it to his mouth, sipping on it. He places the cup of tea back down to speak once more.

"What is your destiny? or that you believe to be your destiny? Hmm?"

While the man replied to him, Ghuan remembered the dream he had on his boat right before the storm. As if continuing on from his previous attempt at speaking Ghuan spilled out a few more words,

"War... -Ghuan let the word hang for a bit and the man was about to reply, but before he could Ghuan spoke another,

"Magic" -The word slightly distorted from his attempt at speaking it.

"Magic? Magic is your destiny?"

Cataris leans back on the chair, bringing the cup of tea to his thin lips as he smiles. After taking a few more sips he places his half-empty cup back onto the table.

"Perhaps it is truly destiny that has brought us here? I have been looking for some people whom show great aptitude for the arcane. Though, I doubt you understand most of what I speak.."

Cataris raises his index finger and bends it, signalling the robed man closer, he leans into his ear and whispers to the man.

"Take some notes down on this Mori"

Cataris looks back to the Mori, smiling.

"Ghaun, perhaps I can teach you a few things, though I would like to know if you can keep a secret? and remain loyal?"

The man appears to be asking him something, Ghuan can tell that much, however with his limited ability to understand the common tongue he decides to just go along and agree with whatever the man is nodding at. Perhaps if he is right in trusting the man that something beneficial will come out of it.

Cataris watches Ghaun carefully, taking note of his extreme confusion, he himself finds it amusing and humorous. He pushes himself away from the table and gets up, walking past the Mori and over to several hammocks, some of them currently occupied, one of them occupied by Velwyn. Cataris turns to the Mori still at the chair and looking over to him, he motions to the hammock for him to sleep.

"Come, rest, you will need it in the weeks to come"

Only now had Ghuan realized the true amount of fatigue that was within him, the mans motions towards the hammock perhaps had been the easiest to understand so far. Ghuan went over to the man and lay down in the hammock he motioned to.

The ships subtle movements over the water caused the hammocks to sway and helped ease a small amount of the pain from Ghuan's body. As he lay in the hammock his mind drifted to everything that had happened to him. How he escaped Menorcress and had begun his destiny. With the knowledge that great things awaited him in the weeks to come Ghuan closed his eyes and lay his mind to rest.

((This RP started at 1:33am, it ended at 5:31am. This was all RP'ed. CloakAndDagger = Ghuan. So yea, tell us what you think?))

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