Sanctum
Jan 23, 2016 21:26:24 GMT -5
Post by Mass-produced Junk on Jan 23, 2016 21:26:24 GMT -5
Mosaiah
Click.
Tap.
She stirred, slightly. Consciousness was regaining. Her eyesight as blurred, when she opened her eyelids, head hurting. At first, she was unaware of her surroundings, only the tapping of what she thought were footsteps, and the ache of her body from her knockout.
When she rolled her head, attempting to lift herself back up, she heard a soft sigh, and then ruffled movements. Mosaiah blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision, and looked up to see, the face of the old man from before when she was knocked out.
Normally, the female would be angry to come in such close proximity of another human being. But, the sight of the old man, somehow calmed her, something vaguely familiar. The elderly male looked back down at her, looking saddened, his eyes appearing to be moist. When he spoke to her, his tone sounded something remorseful.
"I apologize, I am truly sorry... I did not mean to cause you such harm... When you fell down, I positioned you to be in a less uncomfortable position, but I did not know the exact extent of the injury."
She blinked again, then shook her head. Whatever his issue was, she wasn't wanting to deal with weak behavior, at this moment. While it made her feel, somewhat, bad about disregarding someone showing such empathy, the reasons why was a little more concerning.
Tap.
Placing a hand to her own head, she sat up. The elderly man stuck a hand out, encase he needed to assist her, but refrained from touching the female. Once she was fully sat up, she noticed the man was wearing old fashioned robes, sitting cross-legged beside the female. He had long, white-silvery hair, as well as a lengthy beard. Ontop of his head, was an old fur hat.
He opened his mouth, but then closed it again, being unsure as how to speak to the female. Mosaiah, spent another moment to recollect her thoughts. She figured, this was likely the servant described in the book. She had not read deeply into the purpose of the servant, but she knew it involved a war of sorts. Lowering her hand to the ground, she pushed herself up, followed by the eyes of the elderly man. The glass shards that had previously made the glass guardian, recollected themselves, then formed themselves into a throne-like seat, which the female sat herself upon. After sighing, she then addressed the man.
"You're the servant I've summoned?" The man nodded.
"Yes, I am... Caster." Mosaiah nodded slightly, sighing. Caster... While she would have liked a more physical guard, Caster was certainly a viable ally. Likely, he should be capable of teaching her to better work her magical capabilities, being limited as she was. However, she then realized, how much she lacked in knowledge in this apparent war, her possibly being in danger of harm. More so than she already was, anyway.
"Caster... I'm going to need you to tell me more about this war." Caster then nodded in agreement, relocating himself in-front of the female, and began his explanation of events.
Click.
Tap.
She stirred, slightly. Consciousness was regaining. Her eyesight as blurred, when she opened her eyelids, head hurting. At first, she was unaware of her surroundings, only the tapping of what she thought were footsteps, and the ache of her body from her knockout.
When she rolled her head, attempting to lift herself back up, she heard a soft sigh, and then ruffled movements. Mosaiah blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision, and looked up to see, the face of the old man from before when she was knocked out.
Normally, the female would be angry to come in such close proximity of another human being. But, the sight of the old man, somehow calmed her, something vaguely familiar. The elderly male looked back down at her, looking saddened, his eyes appearing to be moist. When he spoke to her, his tone sounded something remorseful.
"I apologize, I am truly sorry... I did not mean to cause you such harm... When you fell down, I positioned you to be in a less uncomfortable position, but I did not know the exact extent of the injury."
She blinked again, then shook her head. Whatever his issue was, she wasn't wanting to deal with weak behavior, at this moment. While it made her feel, somewhat, bad about disregarding someone showing such empathy, the reasons why was a little more concerning.
Tap.
Placing a hand to her own head, she sat up. The elderly man stuck a hand out, encase he needed to assist her, but refrained from touching the female. Once she was fully sat up, she noticed the man was wearing old fashioned robes, sitting cross-legged beside the female. He had long, white-silvery hair, as well as a lengthy beard. Ontop of his head, was an old fur hat.
He opened his mouth, but then closed it again, being unsure as how to speak to the female. Mosaiah, spent another moment to recollect her thoughts. She figured, this was likely the servant described in the book. She had not read deeply into the purpose of the servant, but she knew it involved a war of sorts. Lowering her hand to the ground, she pushed herself up, followed by the eyes of the elderly man. The glass shards that had previously made the glass guardian, recollected themselves, then formed themselves into a throne-like seat, which the female sat herself upon. After sighing, she then addressed the man.
"You're the servant I've summoned?" The man nodded.
"Yes, I am... Caster." Mosaiah nodded slightly, sighing. Caster... While she would have liked a more physical guard, Caster was certainly a viable ally. Likely, he should be capable of teaching her to better work her magical capabilities, being limited as she was. However, she then realized, how much she lacked in knowledge in this apparent war, her possibly being in danger of harm. More so than she already was, anyway.
"Caster... I'm going to need you to tell me more about this war." Caster then nodded in agreement, relocating himself in-front of the female, and began his explanation of events.