Post by dairninasher on Jan 16, 2009 3:18:07 GMT -7
Time: Midnight
Date: Summer Solstice (Jun. 20)
Place: Among the standing stones
Status: Closed to BPRD agents
He had traveled a long way and he was weary. He was unsure of where the Silverlance would be, so he needed to visit this place first. He had pulled his roots from the soil and disturbed his voluntary isolation, leaving the father forest. He changed his form to be able to travel among man for the first time in a long time and it almost drove him mad. There were more human beings there there used to be. It took him time to get used to it again, he lived among the urchins and outcasts. he had to relearn some human languages. New clothes, new devices to help human's live better, new greed. Asher was disgusted with the human's greed, how they spread like wood rot, like termites.
His dismissed these thoughts as his slow tree form moved even slower over the grassy hills, his shadow cast long by the starry sky and the sliver of moon. He could see the stones ahead of him and his form twisted, limbs cracking and groaning until a man stood where tree had. A bag that had been wrapped into his higher branches fell to the ground. He let it lay where it fell as he ventured closer to the stones, moving easier on human feet. As he moved, dark lines slowly twisted and wove their way over his naked skin. Delicate black lines that crossed and re crossed themselves in delicate elven knots. The tattoos that told the story of his life marked his body from ankle to neck. He paused as he heard a noise. The clattering of wheels and metal.
He turned as a half beast pulled itself along the ground. "You are a long way from home, dryad."
"I seek The Silverlance. The birds said he was here."
The halfman snorted, "Not here, son. No not here for a while yet. He was here and he left to return to his kingdom."
Asher turned his head from side to side, thinking. A large crow cawed and swooped down, landing on Asher's shoulder, digging it's talons into his skin. Asher paid the pain no mind. The crow TAKKED! loudly and Asher nodded, "The Golden Army lay dead?"
"Aye..." The halfman said as he pulled himself forward a little on his little cart loaded with brik-a-brak. "A human female made of fire, a metal man, a walking fish, and a red man all came some time ago. There was battle and there were winners. The Red Man took the crown and the Prince left here soon after."
Asher turned to look up at the stars. If the Golden Army lay defeated, how was The Silverlance to lay waste to the humans? The Red Man... A foe to keep weary eyes upon. Asher found his hand rubbing his temple. Deep thinking was never his strong suit, even for a tree. The crow TAAKED again and took off, leaving long furrows in Asher's shoulder.
He started to move back towards his bag, his form twisting and snapping again as his tree form grew strong and tall. The crown of ash, thorn, and oak branches each thrust their respective leaves out, bushy and green for summer. Asher's eyes reflected summer in their dark green in his human form. He turned back to the half man when he called out, his tree eyes leafy green as springtime.
"Wait a moment! Information is not free, my friend! Not free!"
With a creaking groan only wood could produce, Asher bent to his bag and picked it up. A flap was opened slowly and out came several large gold coins. He tossed them to the halfman as he placed the bag up into his branches. He turned and started back across the grassy hills. Ahead of him, the small shadow of the crow flew above.
Date: Summer Solstice (Jun. 20)
Place: Among the standing stones
Status: Closed to BPRD agents
He had traveled a long way and he was weary. He was unsure of where the Silverlance would be, so he needed to visit this place first. He had pulled his roots from the soil and disturbed his voluntary isolation, leaving the father forest. He changed his form to be able to travel among man for the first time in a long time and it almost drove him mad. There were more human beings there there used to be. It took him time to get used to it again, he lived among the urchins and outcasts. he had to relearn some human languages. New clothes, new devices to help human's live better, new greed. Asher was disgusted with the human's greed, how they spread like wood rot, like termites.
His dismissed these thoughts as his slow tree form moved even slower over the grassy hills, his shadow cast long by the starry sky and the sliver of moon. He could see the stones ahead of him and his form twisted, limbs cracking and groaning until a man stood where tree had. A bag that had been wrapped into his higher branches fell to the ground. He let it lay where it fell as he ventured closer to the stones, moving easier on human feet. As he moved, dark lines slowly twisted and wove their way over his naked skin. Delicate black lines that crossed and re crossed themselves in delicate elven knots. The tattoos that told the story of his life marked his body from ankle to neck. He paused as he heard a noise. The clattering of wheels and metal.
He turned as a half beast pulled itself along the ground. "You are a long way from home, dryad."
"I seek The Silverlance. The birds said he was here."
The halfman snorted, "Not here, son. No not here for a while yet. He was here and he left to return to his kingdom."
Asher turned his head from side to side, thinking. A large crow cawed and swooped down, landing on Asher's shoulder, digging it's talons into his skin. Asher paid the pain no mind. The crow TAKKED! loudly and Asher nodded, "The Golden Army lay dead?"
"Aye..." The halfman said as he pulled himself forward a little on his little cart loaded with brik-a-brak. "A human female made of fire, a metal man, a walking fish, and a red man all came some time ago. There was battle and there were winners. The Red Man took the crown and the Prince left here soon after."
Asher turned to look up at the stars. If the Golden Army lay defeated, how was The Silverlance to lay waste to the humans? The Red Man... A foe to keep weary eyes upon. Asher found his hand rubbing his temple. Deep thinking was never his strong suit, even for a tree. The crow TAAKED again and took off, leaving long furrows in Asher's shoulder.
He started to move back towards his bag, his form twisting and snapping again as his tree form grew strong and tall. The crown of ash, thorn, and oak branches each thrust their respective leaves out, bushy and green for summer. Asher's eyes reflected summer in their dark green in his human form. He turned back to the half man when he called out, his tree eyes leafy green as springtime.
"Wait a moment! Information is not free, my friend! Not free!"
With a creaking groan only wood could produce, Asher bent to his bag and picked it up. A flap was opened slowly and out came several large gold coins. He tossed them to the halfman as he placed the bag up into his branches. He turned and started back across the grassy hills. Ahead of him, the small shadow of the crow flew above.