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[Synthania]

They were walking down a corridor. The corridor itself was not dark as one mght expect but it was a corridor with many different doors and choices to make along the way. A couple walked along this path and they walked it not alone but with the knowledge that a family stood beside them in the wings praying for them wishing them the best and supporting their every step.

There was, they perceived, a door up ahead, a door off to the side, an exit that veered away from the worn path they trod. This door was surrounded by a light, not a light that outshone the others around it but that was somehow more distinct, more visible.

The Elf Lord looked towards his Lady and with a slight inclination of his head, stepped towards the door with a determination in his stride. He stopped just shy of opening the door and once again looked towards the Lovely Lady at his side. With a smirk of arrogance he looked towards the door and with the force of his will alone eased it open.

Beyond the door, much to the surprise of the elven couple was not the torrential outpooring of forces that they had forseen but instead a stream. A stream that flowed with the land a stream that meandered to a fro softly bubbling with sounds and a contended gurgle that can only come from a water flowing over jumbled rocks.

The Elf Lord stepped into the door and followed the path that meandered alongside the brook. Looking into the water he obsereved that the brook did not force its way through the land only instead carved its way through the path of least resistance and formed itself to the land. It passed through all obstacles not by being harsh and forceful but by being flexable and having the ability to adapt itself to any form and shape. He perceived this not as a weekness in the water as not being harsh stiff and unyeilding but as a strength in that the stream would adapt to anything that could be thrown its way by being malliable.

Taking his Lady's hand he strode purposefully along the path learning in his doing so the strength of being flexible. The steadfastness inherent in the water running surely along the path it had carved. Taking his cue from the land he adjusted his path and followed as the gurgling brook had shown him..... Along the path happily humming the songs that flow contendedly from the lips of an Elf that is sure in his stance is sure in his place is sure of the road he trods in the realms of power.

As he walks with his lady beaming a smile at her Lords sure step and purpose he looks to the sky and in a Loud sure voice Proclaims his stance once again.....

" Here me world and Know in your very being that I walk a path that leads me back to you, Know that Myself and this Lady at my side will be back amoung you before you realize we have departed, A way leads before me and I shall walk the path that it leads I shall carve from the path my true way and shall let the world Flow around me and break not my stride. Know that a way has been opened before me the land has parted before my relentless flow and I return to you. Feel once again the power, The Presence the steadfast resolute Sureness, that is I."...

and as he trod the soil he mumbled a mystic chant that ended with a feather dropping from his hands and Synthania and the Lady known as Rebma at his side floated a few inches off the ground to easier flow with the wind and storms that were sure to head their way.

and he whispered "soon my friends soon"

[meffio]

As the battle hardned Cleric sat somberly awaiting the return for his Lord and Lady A wisper he did hear. A wisper that lifted his soul to the very heavens, A wisper that made his very existance leap for joy, A wisper that his Lord and Lady will soon be back.

As the water slowly follows the path of least resistance, it seems that the Lord and Lady of Mystic Legions have seen the wisdom in the water and will soon come back to their family. A family that the battle hardned Cleric knows as his true friends.

I will wait at the end of the stream in vigal, awaiting your return, your return to the family known as the Mystic Legions.

ALL HAIL THE KING AND QUEEN.

[Toulia]

The ocean crashed hard against the rocks at the far end of the beach as Toulia Shadowsong removed her reward from the fallen Wyvern. She could hear the wind rise in a small whistle and with it feel her heart slowly drop. Her sword clicked into place within the decorated scabbard at her side as she slowly brought herself down beside her numerous travelling packs.

From one of the packs splayed across the beach she removed a small flute. She tapped it gently against the plate of her greaves, making sure the instrument was clear from any sand that possibly made its way in through the numerous days of her travelling there. By the time the flute had made it to her lips the wind had already began to make its way back out to sea.

Yet, it did not travel alone. With it came the beautiful sound made by the loving connection between a bard and her instrument. The melody lifted and fell with the falling of the waves, and for an instant it seemed as if all the inhabitants of the Cobalt Scar stopped to listen and bow their heads for those she played for.

The notes quietly came to an end and for a while Toulia stared out into the sea. So perfectly black was the water that it seemed to reflect the heavens like a mirror. Most pronounced was Luclin. The bright orb resting high in the heavens brought her comfort. It seemed to her that even in the wilderness of Velious she wasn't alone.

[Maga]

~~~ As I sit gathering my strength from the last battle. The wind rocking the limbs and the leaves fluttering, they brush my cheek as if to caress my worries away. My mind is weighed with the news of our Lord and his Lady. While lost in thought I had not noticed a storm has collected in the sky. Listening to the melodic ping ping of the rain bouncing all around me, I have never seen it so swift...so thick...so mournful. As if the great heavens weep in sorrow Tears stream down my face like a river's mystery. I swallow the lump in my throat and gather my gear. Arms raised to the heavens I call to thee Rainkeeper...and banish this rain! The sky rejoices, the sun smiles and the birds sing knowing one day they shall return and we shall welcome them with open arms and open hearts full of joy and praise.

~~~ Our Lord and our Lady. ~~~

[Nithas]

A lone wolf stood high upon a small mountain. It overlooked an old entrance, the halls of decisions. Winds whispered past, carrying ancient oaths and promises. The wind carried a note, played in earnest from far off lands. Raising his head slowly to the moon lit skies above he loosed a long, mournful howl. Nearing it's cresendo a chorus of other wolves joined in the ranger's lament.

After a brief pause to hear the echo fade the wolf bounded away. He'd be back soon, as would his Lord and Lady...