His name was Tajun and he was the high king of the Mages. There are three factions of mages War, Elemental, and Healing. Each has their own king and queen. But those kings and queens look up to him, Tajun. As he was the one who gave them their abilities and whom everyone looked to as a father figure. It was a role he chose many many years before. It was a difficult job to be looked upon by so many, but he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. However, a war was brewing with the humans and this worried him greatly. While his people were strong and he knew that even if they lost it wouldn't be the end of them... The darkness that came with it disturbed him greatly.
"Enough fretting, Tajun," the high king muttered to himself. Then he let out a breath and headed into the council room where his most trusted friends and advisers were waiting.
The king stood tall and well muscled. His skin was a nice bronze color from his many years of being outside as often as possible. Scars, of course, were scattered all over his body, the most severe were on his face. A burn scar that took almost all his face. Tajun has long black hair he normally keeps in a simple warrior braid and his eyes are a stormy blue that held wisdom and memory.
"Enough fretting, Tajun," the high king muttered to himself. Then he let out a breath and headed into the council room where his most trusted friends and advisers were waiting.
The king stood tall and well muscled. His skin was a nice bronze color from his many years of being outside as often as possible. Scars, of course, were scattered all over his body, the most severe were on his face. A burn scar that took almost all his face. Tajun has long black hair he normally keeps in a simple warrior braid and his eyes are a stormy blue that held wisdom and memory.
Twig banged and rattled against the small cage he was trapped in, shouting in the melodic twinkling of fairy speech. No matter how hard he willed the iron of the cage nullified his magic and left him helpless. Finally he gave in and settled to the bottom of the cage, wings drooping and arms crossed.
He changed tactics. Switching to human speech he addressed his horseback captor. "Where are you taking me now you insufferable mage?! This is the third town yet but you haven't done anything with me except keep me in this miserable cage."
The nondescript merchant-mage weaved through the city streets. "Well bug, since I'll be rid of you soon I might as well tell you. This is the capitol city, home of the high king. Word on the grapevine is that many noble mages pay handsomely for magical creatures. Some collect them and others dissect them. My thinking is how much gold can I get from selling on of the hardest to capture creature in the woods to a noble of the high kings court? I'd be rich, and better yet, rid of you." The merchant dismounted in front of the castle, his horse was led to the stables as he entered the public section where citizens can petition for an audience with the high king and his council. But as a merchant he had ways to bypass the petitioners so his goods can be seen. He waived to his acquaintance, a member of the staff, who nodded and exited the chamber and deeper into the castle. Now all he had to do was wait for the council to disperse. "Now be quiet fae or I'll tear off those pretty wings of yours"
Twig eyes the palace guards and the many humans who strolled about the chamber but did not quiet. "My name is Twig, you bothersome man, and I will not become some diagram on some mage's desk no matter how tall he claims to be!"
He changed tactics. Switching to human speech he addressed his horseback captor. "Where are you taking me now you insufferable mage?! This is the third town yet but you haven't done anything with me except keep me in this miserable cage."
The nondescript merchant-mage weaved through the city streets. "Well bug, since I'll be rid of you soon I might as well tell you. This is the capitol city, home of the high king. Word on the grapevine is that many noble mages pay handsomely for magical creatures. Some collect them and others dissect them. My thinking is how much gold can I get from selling on of the hardest to capture creature in the woods to a noble of the high kings court? I'd be rich, and better yet, rid of you." The merchant dismounted in front of the castle, his horse was led to the stables as he entered the public section where citizens can petition for an audience with the high king and his council. But as a merchant he had ways to bypass the petitioners so his goods can be seen. He waived to his acquaintance, a member of the staff, who nodded and exited the chamber and deeper into the castle. Now all he had to do was wait for the council to disperse. "Now be quiet fae or I'll tear off those pretty wings of yours"
Twig eyes the palace guards and the many humans who strolled about the chamber but did not quiet. "My name is Twig, you bothersome man, and I will not become some diagram on some mage's desk no matter how tall he claims to be!"
(Is this still going? I'm interested!)
Jasper walks about the city streets looking about the area. He wore a long deep purple cloak to conceal his face marking. It drew less attention to him, which his mother said would keep him safe. He had just escaped his mother's current magic lecture as they were doing errands in the capitol. This would be his first time going to the capitol and he was quite excited. His father was one of the many mages that served under the high king in battles. A blood mage, specifically. But he kept his family out of the city. He always said he kept them out to protect them. That they lived out in a small nearby village because the capitol was dangerous. Jasper always suspected it was out of embarrassment that his only son could barely perform the magic his father was known for.
He looked with bright blue eyes about the city as he wanders off, carefully avoiding his mother's view. He looks up spotting the tall towers of the palace. He giddily heads towards it, wanting to see more of it. As he gets closer he wonders if his father is inside. He doesn't see him often and has certainly hardly ever seen his magic in action. He decides to sneak in, hoping to find his father and to see him practice his blood magic.
Jasper walks about the city streets looking about the area. He wore a long deep purple cloak to conceal his face marking. It drew less attention to him, which his mother said would keep him safe. He had just escaped his mother's current magic lecture as they were doing errands in the capitol. This would be his first time going to the capitol and he was quite excited. His father was one of the many mages that served under the high king in battles. A blood mage, specifically. But he kept his family out of the city. He always said he kept them out to protect them. That they lived out in a small nearby village because the capitol was dangerous. Jasper always suspected it was out of embarrassment that his only son could barely perform the magic his father was known for.
He looked with bright blue eyes about the city as he wanders off, carefully avoiding his mother's view. He looks up spotting the tall towers of the palace. He giddily heads towards it, wanting to see more of it. As he gets closer he wonders if his father is inside. He doesn't see him often and has certainly hardly ever seen his magic in action. He decides to sneak in, hoping to find his father and to see him practice his blood magic.
(I'd be cool with starting a new one if you want to.)
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