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Dates formatted as: Day/Month 11/02:February Activity Check. 07/08: The island's residents don't know of it yet, but they will soon enough! Introducing The Caverns of Infinite Night. 16/05: We farewell Pine, our dedicated staff member of over five years, and wish her luck in her future endeavours. 23/01: Character spotlight added to the sidebar! Up first is Shydra- prophet of the Dragon Mother, Vaseera.
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Sons & Daughters
Criss, son of the Water and Fire Elementals, is an angry and conflicted young dragon with a buried heart of gold. While many dragons are most at home in the sea or the sky, Criss prefers to keep his feet firmly planted on the ground, thank you so very much. But if he could only embrace his Water heritage, he would find that he can breathe underwater just as well as he can breathe air!
As time went on, Jester tried to relax, telling himself that, with the Death Rider, he would be just fine. It didn't work very well. Then, a tickle in his ear, as if a sound barely at the edge of hearing, was trying to get his attention. He scratched one ear and then the other, hoping to clear his ears, as if it was something that he could get rid of. Deciding to speak before he went mad, he cast a glance at Desmond, almost desperately searching for a word of conversation. "I know you wander, Desmond but how far do you travel? Have you been all over the isle or are there territories you haven't visited? If not, why? Is it because you just haven't gotten around to them, they're too far away or for some other reason?" Jester's voice seemed unusually loud after all that silence and the man cleared his throat, hoping that Desmond would answer his questions in a satisfactory way.
Thankful for as much for the distraction as he was for the break in the silence that had developed between the two of them, Desmond was quick to answer his follower's questions. "Honestly, I don't usually go all that far. At least not when I'm alone. Outside the Death Territory, I tend to visit the Light Territory, or the outer ring of the Earth Territory. Although I did make it as far as the Great Lake in the Air lands, once." He tilted his head to one side to think for a moment, then continued. "Water, Ice, and Fire I don't plan on visiting at all, except when I'm with Eien during Gatherings," a lopsided grin crossed his face, "Why should be fairly obvious, hm?" Although he was still rather on edge, the conversation helped to ease his misgivings somewhat. Hopefully, it would do the same for Jester.
Jester breathed a sigh of relief as Desmond spoke. The Death Rider seemed as pleased at the renewed conversation as he was. "Now, did you go of your own volition or was it because you were following the wisp?" He recalled earlier that it was sometimes that way, Desmond following the wisp as it decided to explore. With their conversation, the tension seemed to ease, at least a little. He was beginning to relax and enjoy himself once more. He let his gaze wonder amongst the stark trees, though, as Desmond had said, there was nothing really to see. Jester wasn't sure if he was more relieved or concerned about that.
Chuckling softly at the mention of the wisp, Desmond shrugged and answered, "It depends on the day, really. Sometimes it'll see something interesting, and off we go, others it's just me wanting a change of scenery or something." For a short while afterward, the Death Rider was silent while he determined how far they'd gone, and how much further they would have to go to have made it to the opposite end of the territory. By now, they should be nearing the Lake and, just as the thought occurred, the once solid ground at their feet began to take on a spongier feeling, and a faint scent of decay reached his nose. If he'd gone the right way- and he was quite certain he had- they'd be skirting the large body of water's eastern shore. "Best watch your step around here," he cautioned lightly.
As Jester felt the ground grow softer under his feet, he smiled...until the stench of decay hit him. It had never been welcoming in his previous life and it wasn't welcoming now, especially as he was the Life Rider. Naturally, he would recoil from the smell if he came across it in any other land. However, going to the Death territory, he had steeled himself by then and merely grimaced. He couldn't imagine anyone living with that stink in their nostrils or even liking it. "I will. I am curious. What, exactly, is the source of that scent," Jester asked, unable to hide the slight emphasis on scent, for he didn't want to use a stronger word whilst talking to the Rider who resided in the area.
Jester's next inquiry almost managed to get Desmond to laugh aloud, but he managed to catch himself just in time. It hadn't necessarily been out of amusement at the other's expense, it had just struck him as oddly humorous. Covering up with a vaguely sheepish smile, he replied with a question of his own. "It's not that bad, is it?" He probably should have seen the Life Rider's reaction coming far ahead of time, but to him the Lake's smell wasn't nearly the worst he'd been exposed too, and significantly less of an affront on his senses than it had apparently been to his companion. Considering that they were fairly close to the source anyway, Desmond simply gestured for his companion to keep following. A few moments later, the trees suddenly thinned out to reveal the large, dark expanse of glassy water that sat in the forest's center. "See for yourself," he responded at last, nodding toward the Lake.
Jester could see the look that crossed over Desmond's face. Well, he did deserve that, at least. The Life Rider could imagine that, for all of his wandering, Desmond did not get nearly as much socialization as he ought. He looked at the lake, not impressed. He couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down his spine as he gazed at the expanse of water. The Lake was far too foreboding for his taste. "Well, I imagine you're used to the smell. I happen to find it distinctly unpleasant. Though, I suppose there are things that smell a whole lot worse," Jester said. Jester was just slightly relieved that the smell came from the lake and not something as sinister as a dead body. He was glad they hadn't come across something like that but figured that it was only a matter of time. What else could be expected from the Death territory, after all?
Unable to help himself, Desmond's smile widened into a quick grin before he forced a more neutral look onto his face. He shouldn't be laughing at another's expense; if nothing else, it was rude. There was just something in the way Jester had put it... But that didn't change anything. "Then we'd best keep moving, hm?" Picking up their previous pace, he selected a path that would lead them away from the Lake fairly quickly, but stopped when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He'd thought it was the wisp, at first, seeing as it seemed small and glowing blue, only to find that said ghost was winding its way back and forth through the trees on his other side, whereas the other object was, on closer inspection, all the way across the water. It didn't take long for him to realize he was looking at one of the souls that occasionally appeared in the Shade- a dragon by the look of it. Soon enough, though, it was gone, and for a moment, Desmond thought little of it. He'd seen such things before, and Eien had long since assured him there was usually nothing to worry about in these cases. However, with him was someone who was very unused to the things he was, and he mentally kicked himself for failing to remember it. He shot a careful look back at Jester, to see if he was alright, or if he'd even noticed in the first place.
Jester was grateful to the other Rider when they continued on. He had no desire to stick around the Lake for any length of time. He followed Desmond willingly and let his gaze cast around for the wisp. He wanted to keep his eye on it, making sure it was still around, if nothing else. That's when he caught sight of something that was definitely not the wisp.
The Life Rider recognized the form of a dragon instantly. Having lived on the Isle of Dragons for years now, their shapes, while unique from each other, were all very dragon-like. It took only a moment longer for Jester to realize something else, something different about this dragon in particular that was unlike any he had met before...It was a ghost! The Life Rider froze in panic, his mind and mouth unable to process anything. Thankfully, before he could do anything truly silly, the thing disappeared.
Jester let out the breath that he had been holding and looked at his companion, noting that the wisp was behind the Death Rider amongst the trees. Jester swallowed, trying to articulate himself. He felt sure that the younger man had seen the dragon ghost, as well. Of course, it wasn't a shock to him. Desmond must see those sorts of things often and was used to them by now, even if he hadn't been before he had become the Death Rider.
The Life Rider shook his head slowly, finally finding words, "I didn't really have any expectations when I asked to come to the Death territory. However, after seeing what I have just seen, I will not forget this place in a hurry."
Upon seeing Jester's clearly frightened reaction, Desmond felt a surge of guilt. He should have known better, should have been more careful. But it was a little late for that now; pun aside, they were standing in about the dead center of the Death Territory, so no matter what happened, they still had a ways to go in any direction. Bowing his head to hide his grimace, the Rider ran a hand slowly through his hair while he tried to come up with a decent plan of action that seemed least likely to do any more damage. Continuing down their previous path seemed almost out of the question, since doing so would mean they'd have to stay here even longer, and who knew what else might come up then? Sighing, he looked up at his companion saying, "Look, if you want to turn back, we can. All that's really left to see is the Drop, and that's just a big cliff..." He shrugged helplessly. What more could he offer at this point?
Jester studied Desmond for a moment, his gaze now clear of fear though he still felt slightly uneasy. He hadn't meant to put Desmond under any sort of pressure. This tour of the Death territory was supposed to be just a nice stroll, though, thinking on it now, how nice could the Death territory possibly be? Jester had let his curiosity carry him this far and it could take him still farther. He managed a slight smile, hoping to put Desmond's mind at ease.
"Lets keep going. You say we're almost through. I'd like to see what there is left to see, Desmond, if you don't mind," Jester said, finishing off his request with an exaggerated bow.
Although it did little to ease Desmond's mind entirely, Jester's smile did at least help somewhat. After a moment's further hesitation, he nodded his assent and gestured once more for the Life Rider to follow. If he was sure about continuing, then the younger man wouldn't argue. It wouldn't take that much longer anyway... The rest of their journey through the Shade was, thankfully, uneventful. As they neared the southern border of the territory, a faint breeze gradually picked up amidst the trees, stirring the mist and rustling the branches. A short while later, it strengthened into a continuous wind, which carried the the faint sound of waves with it. And, perhaps what might seem like suddenly for his companion, the forest ended, with the hard-packed earth following suit not much further ahead. Far off over the horizon, the cloud cover that perpetually hung over the Death Territory broke, giving way to the light of the sun. Down below, murky gray water beat ceaselessly against the sheer cliffs, although the spray didn't even come close to reaching them. Nodding out toward the drop-off, he said simply, "This is it."
Jester narrowed his eyes against the strong wind as it tugged at his brown and silvering hair. He left the trees and stopped short of the drop. This was much more like it. The roar of the wind and waves together was so welcoming after the perpetual silence of the rest of the Death territory. He grinned broadly at the Death Rider, pleased that he had made it through to this place.
"This view is absolutely amazing!"
Jester spread his arms wide, the wind tugging at his clothes. If he wasn't careful, he was almost sure it would knock him down.
"Fazoola and I have flown past the Drop but we've never actually stopped for obvious reasons. I must say that this view alone is worth traveling through the entire Death territory just to get here, Desmond."
It did puzzle him a little that the Death Rider was not as invigorated by the Drop as he was. Did nothing give Desmond true joy or did he just not show his feeling as openly as he, himself, did? The Life Rider let his arms fall to his sides once more, drinking in the view as hungrily as if he had never seen the ocean before.
Jester's grin was encouraging to Desmond and, after a moment's hesitation, he returned the expression, forgetting for a minute his earlier doubts. If this was the result, then he was happy he'd taken the Life Rider this far. And he had to agree (although he kept his reaction a bit more muted)- the view today was fantastic. Closing his eyes, he lost himself to the feeling of the wind pulling at his body and tousling his hair, listening to it howl through the trees and the caves in the cliff face below. Sensing the mood, even the wisp seemed to revel in the wind, despite being completely untouched by it, bouncing haphazardly between the two Riders in its excitement. Smiling- widely and genuinely this time- Desmond finally nodded his agreement. "Absolutely."
BIC: Jester was pleased to see Desmond's smile. While far more muted than his own, it encouraged the older man that Desmond was not as unfeeling as he had believed. That was good. Being Death's Rider had not taken human emotion from Desmond. Jester would have followed up with those thoughts but he felt a familiar tug in his body and his heart and a moment later, a familiar shape appeared, flying steadily despite the wind that blew from the sea. With the sun striking her, she glowed a bright orange, reminiscent of her Ambassador, D.
However, as Fazoola flew ever closer, the clouds that covered the sun muted her colors to a mustard yellow. The Life Elemental felt mixed emotions as she approached the Death territory. She felt a natural repulsion from Death but she also felt a strong tug, for she could make out Jester's form there, standing on the steep cliffs, waiting for her. She was not going to leave him there or worse, make him trek all the way back through the Death territory to the Light. She was rather protective of her Rider, him being older and weaker, as humans naturally were.
Intent on her Rider, the Life Elemental had almost missed Desmond and his little wisp friend. As she came in for a landing, alighting easily even with her large frame, she let her amber gaze take in the Death Rider and the wisp. She felt a glimmer of unease, almost like two opposing magnets trying to push each other away. Jester had stepped back to give her space to land and he now stood between her forelegs. While he seemed comfortable enough, she could not ignore this feeling and hoped that Jester would not wish to stay for too much longer.
Fazoola wished to discuss her Rider's trek into the Death territory. She couldn't imagine it had been easy for him but she understood that Jester had always been curious. If Desmond had wandered into Light then she knew that her Rider would take the chance to finally explore the Death territory, especially with an experienced guide. She supposed she should be pleased that Desmond hadn't let anything happen to her Rider. Deciding to speak in-depth with Jester at a later time when they were alone, preferably when they were safely back in more hospitable territory, she decided she had been quiet for long enough.
"Greetings Desmond. How are you this fine day," Fazoola asked, ever polite.
Jester smiled at Fazoola as she made her landing. She was quiet for a few moments before she spoke but when she did, she did not let any emotion into her voice other than her gentle demeanor. He knew she wouldn't chew him out or anything but she would certainly wish to discuss his adventure into Death. She would probably also wish that he didn't do it ever again. That was just fine by him but he was glad he had had the opportunity.
The Life Rider kept his gaze on Desmond, wondering how he would react with the Life Elemental.
Samantha: And Paradox was amazing Dae! I enjoyed writing Adutaine opposite them. =)
Apr 23, 2018 12:02:57 GMT
Samantha: I get that Blazeh, no worries. <3 The site is pretty dead, it was just me and 27th and we couldn't keep it going on our own.
Apr 23, 2018 12:00:45 GMT
DaeSiggil: Oops, I know I haven't often helped by disappearing as I did. But still thinking about this place! <3
Apr 18, 2018 16:11:08 GMT
Verridith: Hey hon, love you guys but haven't seen anything happen since 2017 ;A; hope all are well! But have to remove you from BTACD's sister sites. I'm sorry! </3 </3 </3
Apr 6, 2018 12:22:38 GMT
Samantha: Exactly! It can be tricky, back home most of my friends are just from school, university or work. xD And it was lovely. They were all so lovely, the ones I was with spent the whole time talking about history, it was fun and edumacational.
Sept 30, 2017 10:02:29 GMT
27th: Wow! You got to have dinner with the authors? Making new friends is always nice. I know that struggle as I don't socialize like my peers.
Sept 12, 2017 18:00:11 GMT
Samantha: that great at doing haha (I don't like going out to parties and stuff, which seems to be the main way people my age socialise.)
Sept 11, 2017 23:11:00 GMT
Samantha: -looks at timestamp on last reply- Eeeek, apologies for the delay! But yeah it was AMAZING. My favourite author signed my favourite book, and we even had dinner with the authors one of the nights. Plus, I made some new friends, which I don't tend to be
Sept 11, 2017 23:10:37 GMT
27th: That sounds very cool! I would have loved going to something like that.
Aug 20, 2017 21:03:22 GMT
Samantha: It just means 'science fiction and fantasy.' So it was a conference for authors of these things, and scholars who study them!
Aug 19, 2017 21:10:27 GMT
27th: Glad you had a good time in Sweden! What is SFF?
Aug 11, 2017 16:08:48 GMT
Samantha: Sorry for the disappearance. I was in Sweden for an SFF conference- it was pretty cool!
Aug 11, 2017 10:48:27 GMT
Samantha: It's sad, yeah. We need more members to have more staff, we need more staff to keep the place active, and we need to have the place active to get more members. Sort of a vicious cycle. =P
Jul 31, 2017 16:46:13 GMT
Samantha: The problem is that the main person who likes to run contests, Riv, also has a tendency to disappear. xD And I don't have the time and the energy to run this place proper on my own.
Jul 31, 2017 16:45:38 GMT
27th: Yes, it is a lot of work. Though, I agree it could be worth the effort. As far as contests go, we've tried them here at DotE before. I don't know how well any of them worked but we it couldn't hurt to try.
Jul 30, 2017 5:53:42 GMT
R: Could try a contest?
Jul 29, 2017 4:40:04 GMT
shadow: Well. Yea. That also is a lot of work. It would be worth it though
Jul 28, 2017 4:12:51 GMT
27th: Well, recruitment would be key to that. Contacting the members we already have to try and get them to participate here would also be part of that.
Jul 26, 2017 15:52:29 GMT
shadow: I wonder what would happen if we tried to make it alive again
Jul 25, 2017 19:48:19 GMT