Such Delightful Picnic... (OPEN)

[Ljusolf]

Ljusolf took a quick glance at his surroundings, he loved forests, they were so peaceful. However, that wasn't the only thing in his mind. He sat near a tree and smirked, looking at his spider pet, which he decided to call Archimedes. "Comfortable, young one? The group that I will mould to your likeness will soon rise." Everything was perfect, he envisioned this as soon as he left Etruria. A organization that functions like a spider. Maybe not original, but surely interesting. Was it wrong? Was it right? It didn't matter to him, he will have to steal, he will have to kill, and he would not feel any remorse. When did he changed from the young, determined Ljusolf to a man who had no other wish than knowledge? That doubt amused him to no end.

"Why, I wonder..." Ljusolf talked to himself, confused about his own goals. Removing his hood, Ljusolf took a long breath. There was something wrong, the forest's welcoming atmosphere turned suspicious. "There is someone else here... A monster?" The young man sighed, so there really were monsters in Lycia. Not that it surprised him, he heard about the stories a few days ago. "I beg you pardon, whoever you may be, but I will not tolerate someone interrupting my philosophical thoughts." The young shaman proclaimed as he heard a twig cracking, the sound coming from some trees to his left. Maybe it was a not very skilled thief, maybe it was a monster, the chances of him trying to kill either did not differ. Taking out his Flux tome, Ljusolf focused on the source of the noise. "Nothing personal, but you disrupted my picnic, so I believe this is only fair. Flux!"

A burst of dark energy hit the tree, causing some leaves, and a young man, to fall from the branches. "Kehehehe. Oh, dear, looks like I just won a guinea pig!" The shaman exclaimed, getting closer to the youth.

[Isaac Errek]

I'm totally lost. The guard at the gate said to head directly down the road for a mile, then turn left at the path with a fallen tree next to it. How in Elibe am I supposed to get to Laus at this rate? I've been on this path for the last two hours, and I haven't seen the pile of boulders or the gnarled tree the guard mentioned. I should have bought that map instead of this bag of jerky. Where am I, anyway? I haven't seen any of the landmarks the guard menti- wait. This is a clearing, with a very large, very gnarled tree in the middle. CRASH! THUMP! I looked towards the source of the noise, only to see a dazed looking young man sitting in front of a tree on the west side of the clearing, with a man in a purple robe standing over him. The man let loose a cackle, and I think I heard him say something about having a new guinea pig. I stepped forward, making sure the blade at my belt was viewable, but keeping my hands away from the hilt as not to convey a threat, and said in a calm voice "Am I interrupting something here?"

[Ljusolf]

Ljusolf was overtaken by fear for a moment, there was someone else in the forest, and he didn't felt it. How could it be? The man who approached him did look like a thief, however. Maybe he had grown accustomed to hiding his presence from others? Anyway, it was not important, there was no reason to pick fights randomly. Clearing his throat, Ljusolf approached the man. "No, don't worry. Like you, I mean no harm. This young man here startled me and I overreacted." He explained, pointing to the silver haired man who fell from the tree. "Oh, dear, where are my manners? My name is Ljusolf. I'm a wanderer, for the time being, that is. So, what brings you here, young man? And, more importantly, who are you?" Ljusolf inquired, taking a better look at his unexpected guest. 

He surely looked like a thief, or a mercenary, at the very least. With a hair color that Ljusolf could'nt discern, most likely a dirty blonde, the man intrigued him. He had a simple yet mysterious aura. Maybe he will add the man to his rank, weird situations seems to find him easily. Then again, weird situations were the reason Ljusolf got up from the bed every morning. He just left Etruria, and his eagerness for the formation of the 'Spider' grew with each passing moment. He turned around, leaning against a tree. Tome in hand, he prepared to listen to the man's explanation. Luckily, the one who fell from the tree will soon wake up.

[Isaac Errek]

The man in the purple jumped, ever ever so slightly, at the sound of his voice. However, he quickly composed himself, and clearing his throat, approached me. He stated that he had ment the unconscious man no harm, and had just been startled. However, this would remain to be seen. The man introduced himself as Ljusolf, and inquired about my identity and purpose. I'm not going to reveal my identity to this man just yet. "......You may call me...Gram. And as for my purpose, I am a simple traveler." The man leaned against a tree, putting a thick black leather book into view for the first time. That book....could this man be a mage? That would explain the damage to tree the unconscious man is sitting against. I've never seen magic in action, but I know it's dangerous. If I end up fighting this man, I need to stay moving and end it fast. Hopefully that doesn't happen. I stalked towards the unconscious man, and examined the small crater in the trunk of the tree. "So, Ljusolf. Tell me a litle about you. What are you doing out here? You heading somewhere?" I turned my head towards the man and raised my left eyebrow. Once again making sure my blade was visible, I kept my hand close, but not to close. To me, this was all suspicious. How do I know I didn't just interrupt some sort of crime, like a robbery? In case I did, I need to be ready to defend myself.

[Drei]

It was such an odd contrast. In the darkest shadows, within the most confined corners, one could find warmth and solace. Such trivial natures as the unknown were far harder to detect within the confines of closed quarters. Then...there was the open. Abstract spaces and lengths unknown which shrouded everything as unfamiliar. Absolutely dreadful. Sometimes, the people within these wide expanses...even more so. They could be wandering lunatics, that craved the frenzied chaos of battle and murder. They could be zealous monstrosities disguised behind deceptive smiles of fatal friendliness. It was always best to be ready to defend oneself.

Ashen hair shifted in the midday gusts that swept through Pherae. Drei had shifted his hood up already to keep his pale toned skin safe from the harsh cruelties of the sun, but the wind was persistent. Tugging ever so lightly at the inner spaces to threaten it backwards. A hand clad in half-gloves with bangles around them clasped at the side, large purple robes dangling around him, clearly a size too large. The boy slowly moved along, keeping his amber shaded gaze focused towards the path he walked along. Verdite blades of grass rustled beneath each soft step as he looked ahead to a most peculiar of sights. His lips tucked into a soft frown. Three? Far too many. And yet...one seemed to be armed. Was this trouble perhaps? Though one hand kept lifted to tug at his hood, which cast a partial shadow over his gaze and down to his lips, he slowly lifted the other.

The familiar whispers of falsehoods twisted and writhed within his mind. The honeyed inner phrases spoken with an intimacy of the very soul, as he communed with the great void and wove the fabrics of his magic together. Wordlessly, small tendrils began to burst into form as darkness sprouted from his left palm. A solid orb, of absolute inky black configured with tens of minute tendrils branching outwards; the twisting energy converting into the ethereal essence that magic often took. These shades of energy wove around and between his curled fingers, and Drei began to walk closer to them. He'd been assaulted too many times in the past to take things on a more cautious note, and though he knew the stigma towards Elder Magic; he had naught to fear. After what'd happened in Etruria, and Bern, he couldn't muster up any notion of worry. He supposed he could've walked around..but he simply couldn't bring the desire to surface. Too many times he'd walked a different path to better suit others. Both metaphorically, and literally, and for once he found himself no longer wishing to do so. The shaman approached quietly before speaking allowed, in a flat tone. "Excuse me..but you all are in my way."

He stood about fifteen feet away. Ample warning for them to move aside, yet ample room for him to react.

[Ljusolf]

Ljusolf spent some time chatting with Gram. He told him about his journey and his plan of creating an organization. The dangerous atmosphere soon died down while both travelers ate some bread Ljusolf brought with him. Now that he was able to closely observe Gram, the black haired shaman saw that he looked very young, maybe younger than himself. Strangely enough, his new acquaintance also had different colored eyes. One amber, one blue. While the conversation was pleasant, Ljusolf knew there was no reason to fully trust the mercenary, but he felt it would be favorable to keep him around, at least until he posed a threat.

Unfortunately, the man who fell from the tree had yet to wake up, it was still a mystery what the youth was doing at such a place, and that doubt consumed the shaman, he hates having unanswered questions. It troubles his sleep. As Archimedes traveled Gram's body, who looked very uncomfortable with the situation, yet another young man appeared at the clearing, politely asking both to make way. Must be my lucky day, thought Ljusolf feeling something strange, yet familiar. It was Elder Magic, and it was powerful. If the boy did know how to use magic, he was well versed in it. Fighting wasn't an option. Lju, as Gram had nicknamed him, claiming that his full name was to weird and hard to pronounce, stood up, approaching the ashen haired youth. "I am terribly sorry. My name is Ljusolf, and the one over there is my pet, Archimedes, exploring my new friend's, Gram, body. As for that unconscious man, I have no idea. I see you must be a fellow traveler, so why don't you stay a little? You look far too weary." Ljusolf stated, licking his lips.