by The Kingpin » Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:39 pm
Septimus leapt from the roof of the temple, landing in a crouch at the foot of the steps, in the courtyard, runic patterns glowing along his arms as his eyes glowed, magically slowing his fall so as not to startle the newcomers below. He had spent a fair portion of the previous night training with Antar, and had learned a lot about the handling of the blade. Sleep and meditation had been his escape once he departed the Desert Elf camp. He slept to recuperate in preparation of what followed, and at around dawn, had begun meditating. He had discovered, during that time, that his sword was not a mere weapon, but a vessel. The soul that occupied it was still but a whisper to him, and he only managed to gather that it was the previous wielder of the sword, and that he had been an Elven warrior and nobleman over a hundred years ago.. He was an arcane warrior; a fighter gifted with both spectrums of combat, physical and magical. It seemed that this affinity for the arcane had been the reason Septimus performed well initially. The spirit that occupied the blade seemed to inject thoughts into his mind, hastening his mastery over the blade in ways that would otherwise be impossible. Now, he had achieved in a few hours what most would take months or even years to perfect. It would still take time for him to truly perfect the use of the sword, time spent in actual combat would teach him how to employ his knowledge, until he would eventually be able to predict his enemies' movements...
Septimus rose to his feet as he looked down into the courtyard at the newcomers; Arsenic, Vix, Andruil and Tetto'eko, in addition to two Dragons he hadn't met before. Andruil rode on Gryphon back, and two other winged beasts accompanied them, one being a large Hippogriff and the other being a smaller Gryphon. Shiryaz gave a piercing screech as he circled overhead, before swooping down, slowing as he approached, landing on Andruil's shoulder. "Ah, friends. Welcome. I was hoping I would see you again" said Septimus with a smile, Andruil cocking his head. "Well met, brother" said the Knight, though he otherwise kept quiet, thinking perhaps the dark elf was talking to Vix and Arsenic, as he had personally never met the Dark Elf before...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG