Why are you even fishing here!? [Charuen/Closed]

[Maelstrom]

The blonde Sorcerer yawned and lifted his arms over his head in a slow stretch as he made his way along the banks of the river of Avon. It was an odd feeling, being far away from the city. It seemed to be slower, as though the fading sunlight and moving water had somehow dampened the sand inside the hourglass that represented his life. Altogether, Maelstrom found the feeling to be quite pleasant. Not in a ‘let’s do this every day’ but rather a once in a while thing. Especially if I find another day such as this~ he thought with a mental grin as he slowed to a halt and dropped to his back facing the river.

Being this far away from London, as well as all the smaller outlying towns and villages, left the air silent and still save for the gentle rumblings of the water as it sped through the complicated maze of stones and boulders that littered the river’s bottom. If it wasn’t for the fact he could now use magic, Maelstrom wouldn’t have believed he wasn’t in his own world. The scene just seemed too realistic, almost too normal for it to be as bizarre as it was, if that was even possible. Then again, who was to say this wasn’t still his world? Sure things changed a lot but what doesn’t when placed against the infinite sands of time? Perhaps they were all just moved far, far into the future and the thing known as mana and the reviving was just some form of advanced technology? After all Clarke’s Third Law stated “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” Who were they to say it wasn’t some unknown machine at work just outside of their understanding?

Maelstrom cracked a full grin at the thought. It was intriguing the very least, but nothing more. There were clear records that the world was different somehow, at least that it wasn’t directly tied back into his world. Well, there goes the hope that I had somehow survived a nuclear apocalypse or some other fate~ he thought jokingly, picking up one of the numerous pebbles on the river bank and turning it end over end in his hand. It would have been a cool thing to live through had it actually happened, albeit a bit morbid.

Pushing himself up with his hands, the Sorcerer went back to observing the river. It was still hard to believe that this wasn’t real, at least in the bounds of reality that the old world was controlled by. It seemed like a virtual copy of what he grew up with and understood, just with magic and crazy things that seemed to desire his death for no reason. Oh, and there was the whole ‘not actually dying’ thing which, considering the previous thing about creatures, seems to be a god-send.

The jarring sound of heavy impact and splashing water shook Maelstrom from his internal musings. What the…~ He got to his feet as he started surveying the river. Is… Is that a man over there?~ The Sorcerer squinted, trying to make out what was going on a hundred or so feet from him. The man appeared to be struggling with his boat, as he was trying to use his oar as leverage to push himself away from the rocks. Huh… Must have missed a rock with the sun's reflection square in his face.~

Just as he was about to go back to his own little world of thought, Maelstrom heard a second, even louder splash originating from the same area as the boat. Turning around, the Sorcerer noticed no silhouette inside the boat. Oh man… Oh man….! This is seriously bad!~ The water wasn’t particularly dangerous at this part of the river but one thing was certain, it sure as hell was around the next bend. If that guy didn’t get to edge or a rock he’d easily drown under the crashing waves of the rapids.

Running to the edge of the river, Maelstrom located a rock relatively midway across the river. If there was any place the man would pass it was likely to be there. Stopping as he felt the water splash up his legs he focused all his attention on the stone and activated Blink, ripping a hole in space and warping his position to the boulder’s location. Landing with a thud and dropping to a knee, he looked around in a panic. With the rate the current was moving, the fisher would have be approaching the rock in moments.

“Where are you? Please! I am here to help!” the Sorcerer yelled out into the ever darkening evening. Did the man drown? Maelstrom wiped his brow as the stress built up, unable to tell if it was a cold sweat or the spray of the water rushing by. Where is he?!~ he mentally screamed as his eyes scoured the water flowing past him, only to catch the outline of an arm flailing along its surface.

Gauging the distance to be roughly 10 meters, Maelstrom cursed himself for misjudging the current in the evening’s dim lighting. Taking a step, the young man flung himself forward in to a dive after the figure. At this point he had nothing to lose, especially compared to a Person of the Land. If he failed he could revive after all. It was a pain, but considering the consequences it was a minimal inconvenience to, say, dying period.

Hitting the frigid water brought his already heightened senses to full alert. How long could he make it in this temperature? Five minutes? Three? The Sorcerer had no method of telling in this world. Swimming with the current, he closed the gap in a mere ten seconds before grasping the man’s limp arm. Turning towards the shore was an entirely different issue entirely. At this point the fisher was completely worn out and would amount to dead weight, as did Maelstrom’s waterlogged clothing. Whether a minute or five had passed before he dragged himself and the fisher to the shore, the young man could not tell. He just lay there gasping for breath and shivering. “Why… Were…. You… Even… Fishing… Here… You… Raving… Lunatic…?” Maelstrom managed to ask between each breath, almost ready to do the poor man in himself.

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Notes: I apologize for the rambling ;___;

[Charuen]

"KNOW THAT I'M ALREADY HOME" At her very core, Charuen was a traveler. As much as she loved laying in bed at home (Des can you confirm this) wrapped up in a comfy blanket, her heat belonged to the road. She appreciated the joys of housework such as perfecting recipes and cleaning the house, but she suffered constant cases of wanderlust. Thus, despite saying that she would be taking a break from adventuring and reside in Midori's cottage for a while, the pinkette wandered around Avon Valley often enough. From exploring its snowy peaks to visiting Stratford for some household errands, Charuen soon became well acquainted with the area. She liked how there were so little adventurers; her daily interactions with landers felt more like day trips in the area than full blown adventures. The cleric was on her way home from Stratford after purchasing some summer blankets. The sun was setting, casting a fiery orange glow against the flowing water that made up the Avon river. A smile of content graced her lips as she walked along the river, for sunrises and sunsets were her favourite times of the day. The soft light from the sunning warmed her heart and everything in the world looked a tad shade (pun intended?) more beautiful bathed in it. The young woman hummed happily to herself as she hugged the soft blankets that she held in her arms. With summer fast approaching, she wanted to change the quilts in Midori's house for something a bit lighter to accommodate the warmer temperatures. Not like there would be much change, they lived on a mountain after all. The sound of a splash, followed by a yell shortly afterwards and a second splash, drew Charuen away from her thoughts and back to reality. Had she not heard the panic that was laced in the yell of the unknown person, it probably would not have caught her attention as much. Turning her head from side to side, the cleric looked around for the source of the noise. Her eyes scanned the waters of the Avon River-- had someone fallen in? After all, she had heard not one, but two splashes. Indeed, it seemed that someone or perhaps two someones, had ended up in the water. Her eyes eventually fell upon a part of the river's shore that was a good twenty feet away from her where two silhouettes were dragging themselves out of the water. The sun had set just a short while ago, leaving her surroundings dark and barely visible. Nonetheless, without a second thought, the pinkette rushed towards the strangers. How in the world did they end up in the water? Her eyebrows knit together in worry as she approached them. The lack of sunlight, coupled with the frigid winter waters of the Avon River, probably had the two individuals freezing. "A-Are you two alright?" Charuen inquired as she approached them. Shifting her blankets into one arm, the pink haired adventurer drew out her wand and summoned her < Magic Light > (ironically a black sootball) to illuminate their surroundings. Taking a better look at the two strangers, she noticed that one was an older gentleman while the other was noticeably younger. "What happened?" She asked, adding onto her initial question. "Either way, you two must be freezing. Here, take these blankets and dry yourself!" Sure, her blankets might end up getting ruined, but she knew her priorities, and the health of the two men standing in front of her were much more important than new blankets for the cottage. With the thirty seconds of her skill coming to an end, the sootball disappeared, thrusting the three of them into darkness once more. HP100% | MP100% WORDS 613 | ATTIRE  x x NOTES |happy birthday Maelstrom , hope I didn't keep you waiting.

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