The Call To Converge

[501warhead 1796]

From the South various doves fly,

a white glint against the dark sky.

They flee, bye and bye,

heading to where their destinies lie. 

Those that notice these birds stop and stare,

for they are quite rare.

Within their beaks rests a silver scroll,

bearing a message of that which has been foretold.

They each land, one by one,

In different spots beneath the sun.

A glowing aura, a collar of bronze,

Felt only by magical ones.

Those with the gift, heeding the call,

May converge within temple walls.

 

"If you found this, you are being called.  With recent events in light and the fragments within our minds calling to a gathering we shall begin it soon, lest our opportunity slip away. We request that you make your way post-haste to the Library of the Cloud Temple within the next elven day so that we may better understand this calling. 

In good Graces,

Arcanologist Kalen Forseth, Acolyte of the Order of the Mongoose."

 

((Forgive the brevity, but I do not have much time to write this and it needed to be made. I would state reasons, etc. but writing I would not finish it in time then.))

[meg 1994]

((Solved. Happy Rping.))

[Volutional 935]

Idriel scans the skies at the birds, knowing their movements to be odd. She then leaps from the tree she was atop, and begins to hunt one. It falls quickly, her hunting skills improved whilst she has been in the arms of the Orcs.

 

To her surprise, it says 'Order of the Mongoose'. Too damn right she's on her way. Also to her surprise, it knew she was a mage in training. Very interesting, she thinks.

 

She wonders... Is Ellser going?

[Song Druid 1486]

((It has been handled.  Resume RP.))

[PtahWithin 1320]

((Added to explain how the messages are delivered))

Though it is not said, Kalen merely set forth a great flock of birds
each with this message, in hopes that they will be able to seek out the
mages he knows of and possibly chance on others. Unknown to him, a
mysterious force directs the carrier birds to the exact location of each
and every magic user in Anthos. After possessing the bodies and minds
of the magical people of Anthos four times over, knowing their location
was a trivial thing for him.

And so some mages who had been in hiding for decades found this scroll,
even if none alive could speak where they are. Needless to say, they
would like to ask some questions of this 'Kalen'.

[Song Druid 1486]

The Druid of Song angrily removes the bronze clasp from the bird, crushing it beneath his foot.

 

Such abominable treatment to such a beautiful creature!  Fly now my friend, may you not be irradiated with such energy again.

 

 

He turns his attention to the notes, and wrinkles his brow.  As he crumbles the paper in his palm he scans the road for newcomers, wondering aloud,

 

A gathering of Mages?  I should follow...Blight Healing may come in handy if they destroy a portion of the earth....

[The Womping Wizard 400]

Zane sits along the rolling and grassy hills of Lenfarthing, upon his lap lays an old withered tome and similar books beside him as he quietly and peacefully reads through, scanning its faded words. Distracted by a small dove fluttering about in the corner of his vision, he stops for a moment as it searches for its desired target, assuming its not for him Zane looks back to the book. After a few moments of peaceful reading he notices the dove had lightly landed on his knee and is offering a small silver parchment.

 

Carefully, Zane retrieves the parchment from the dove's beak and scans its contents as quiet as he has been. A nod later and a "Hmm!", Zane closes the stone bound tome, clipping it to his side and slides the other various books into his sleeves, leaving the parchment as a placeholder for another read. Using his staff for support he stands, making his way towards the Cloud Temple, feeling that this was somewhat important for contacting him directly.

[Elindor 666]

Elindor recieves a notice, barely reading it.

"Forever these meetings. It will be a good day when my body ceases breath and I never have to attend another meeting"

 

((There doesn't seem to be a specific time. Does this mean we just come within the next day?))

[Sultan 3953]

Mogroka reads the letter, spitting on the sand, he sends it back to where it came from with writing on the smaller drawn letters.

 

''Nub shaman cummin gu sakah latz zelf, mi nub eben knuew whu da sakah latz am!'' 

 

Grumbles as the letter just told him to go somewhere for no apparent reason listed nor dose he know who the hell sent it. It also did not say who well attend.

[Tigergamer 218]

As the night swoons in, Ellser clasps his hands together and rests his head on the twisted oak trunk, sighing heavily to himself he passes his gaze across abyss night sky. The rustling of old leaves and twigs is heard in a nearby low tree canopy. Just as if it were magic, the rustling swiftly comes to a halt, the surroundings, silent, the soothing air whistling quietly in the background. 

 

Glancing up above, a pure pale white dove is seen swooping from branch to branch, slowly fluttering down to land just beside Ellser. Releasing a silver encrusted scroll from its beak, dropping it onto the lush long grass.

 

Shuffling himself about to seat himself more promptly, Ellser reaches down to life the scroll, cracking off the wax then unveiling it. Skimming his eyes quickly over it, he nods to himself, his expression, dull. 

 

"It appears there is a meeting of sorts. Interesting... I shall be there promptly, I suppose.."

 

He says under his breath, scrolling it back up into a tube then sliding it into his leg satchel.