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Portshire - Summer - Era XVX

The surf of the ocean drone on in a comforting melody as the cries of sea gulls pierced the air. The smell of brine, ocean life, and sand permeated through out the surroundings. Cold water lapped at his body, a fiddler crab scurried across his hand. He had made it to land, much to his surprise, but where was he?

He felt tired, weak, and thoroughly dehydrated. That was one of the Gods little jokes. So much water, but nary a bit you could slake your thirst with. His lips parted noisily as his sandpaper tongue ran over his prevalent cracks in them. He was so thirsty. His hands sunk into the wet sand as he wearily lifted his heavy frame out of the water. The exhausted man turned onto his back and forced himself to sit up. He pulled his knees into his chest and rested his head upon them.

He was so tired too and not to mention lost. Each thought he had led to one more problem that surmounted the one he thought of before it. He looked down the length of the beach he sat on and saw no sign of civilization. For all he knew he was the only one there, wherever there was.

Sitting here and counting my problems will not resolve any of them. I need to get up and get going. He tried to motivate himself. The want, no need, to find water was overwhelming. His hunger, too, had begun to rise and even though it was only early brightening he had to think about shelter as well. The Minotaur finally stood and wobbled precariously. His muscles ached and were weighed down by fatigue. He slipped to a knee as his hands braced him from collapsing face first into the sandy beach. The beast-man gasped catching his breath momentarily.

He was more worn than he had originally figured. The Minotaur's dark eyes watched the surf come in and recede for several moments before seeing the tiny crab that has scurried across his hand earlier. He eyed it for only an instant before grabbing it and, unceremoniously, shoving it into his mouth. The shell crunched and the innards oozed as he chewed loudly on the gritty creature. It was a disgusting bit of food, but every bit counted. Perhaps, he could find more of the tiny crabs and make a proper meal out of them when he found some fresh water and fuel for a fire.

He focused on movement within the surf and the soft rolling mounds of sand just beyond. With a little effort he began to see one little crab after another.

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Kazlain returned from the nearby forest. He had managed to find a fresh water spring to tame his thirst. Since the spring was flowing, it appeared to be run off from a larger river or lake that was nearby. He had figured since the water was clear and flowing it was more than likely safe for him to drink. He had taken the opportunity to drink his fill, since it seemed the water was unlikely to end, and did so until he felt like he was an engorged tick ready to pop.

The minotaur had also collected several other various things on his foraging trip through the wooded region. He collected palm fronds, stem and all, some tree bark, some, still green, sticks, and some legumes and berries. He wasn't certain that the legumes or berries were safe to eat since he was no forester. They were there in case his other food plan didn't work out.

Kazlain sat down upon the grass that met the edge of the sand and laid out his newly found treasures. He planned to make a basket out the gather items so that he could collect the small sand crabs in a large number, if he was lucky, and return to the spring he had found. There he could clean the crabs, start a fire, and make a proper meal of them. He could then focus on making shelter as well. He thought he had an idea for that, but he wasn't quite certain he'd be able to pull it off.

A thundering and rather painful grumble emerged from the Minotaur's stomach. He tried to push the pangs to the back of his mind as he had throughout his many years of slavery. If he did things correctly, he might not have to worry about them again for, at least, a short while. Kazlain used the bark to form cordage by stripping it into thin strands and then weaving it together. The sticks would be bent to form the frame of the basket and since they were still green they were far less likely to break when bent. The palm fronds would be layered and interwoven to form the base of the basket where his carried objects would lay. Finally, the stems from the fronds could be used like a glue to seal the areas where the fronds overlapped so nothing could slip out of the basket.

After a couple of candlemarks, the Minotaur's self made basket was ready for the collection of his food. Kazlain had a bit more luck. It appeared that the small sand crabs were quite numerous. He moved, purposefully, from one section of the small beach to the next to the next. Kazlain scooped up every crab he saw until he was certain he had a couple dozen or more and then prepared to return to the spring. There were only a few more hours left to the brightening and even though Kazlain had excellent night vision he really didn't want to be wandering around a strange land at night.
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The Minotaur trudges through the underbrush of the forest. His big hooves cracking various twigs and branches and trampling the smaller plants and leaves that were in his path. Kazlain thought he'd be incredibly easy to track if he was every pursued through a wooded region such as the one that he in. It was a bit disconcerting to think about. He would have to learn to conceal his trail. It may make a difference to him In the future. But, was it even possible to cover the trail of someone as large and heavy as he? He imagined, if It was, it wouldn't be through any simple or conventional means.

The upside to leaving such an obvious trail is that he didn't have to work very hard to find his way back to the spring. He checked his basket and was pleased to see the multitude of tiny crabs scurrying over one another within it. The basket had fulfilled it's purpose quite well. The Minotaur placed his basket on the ground, next to the spring, and then lowered himself to the ground. His massive hands began to claw at the ground causing the soil to be stripped away in large swathes. His intention was to dig a pit, line it with stone, and then somehow heat it so he could cook the crabs. They'd undoubtedly would taste many times better having been properly cleaned and cooked rather than eating them live the way he had done so with the one on the beach.

Kazlain finished making his cooking pit and had washed each of the crabs in the spring. He assumed that he managed to get them all. He supposed he would know if he hadn't if any of them came out gritty after being cooked. The problem was starting a fire. He wasn't an accomplished woodsman and was not sure that he could easily start a fire without a tinderbox or at least some prepared kindling or something to ease the ignition.

Kazlain placed his hand in the center of his cooking pit and closed his eyes. He could feel something around him. Whatever it was it permeated everything. It was a part of everything, even himself. It was as if there was an unseen web bring everyone and everything together to form one harmonious entity. For a moment, Minotaur was lost among the fascinating web, its intricacies raising question after question for the minotaur. He could not identify everything he was sensing, but he was able to make out….heat?

Kaz focused on heat. It was as if the Minotaur has invisible tendrils that were reaching out, locating, and grabbing every source of heat he could find nearby. He could only reach out a small distance, however, much of what he saw was out of his grasp. Kazlain could feel the heat seeping away from the ground beneath him and the stones below his hand quickly warming. He was somehow drawing heat from the surrounding ground and drawing it into the stones of his cooking pit. He withdrew his hands and opened his eyes. The stones of the cooking pit were glowing brightly and intense head radiated from them. The Minotaur's eyes widened. He had done it again. He had contacted the elements like he had before on the ship. This time he did it on purposefully and succeeded. He could conjure the elements. How did this come to be. Could I always do this? He thought to himself.

The Minotaur thrust the troubling thought from his head. He had no idea what any of this meant or if it even really mattered. This ability was just another obstacle separating him from his people. Even if he somehow overcame his low born station and his banishment somehow absolved his people still distrusted magic in nearly every form. Kazlain dropped the tiny crabs into the cooking pit and picked up a nearby stick. If a crab managed to get too far from the center of the pit he would use the stick to knock the crab back into the cooking area. Soon, the Minotaur was able to take his attention off the cooking pit, a little, as all movement in the pit had finally stopped. Soon, the aroma of freshly cooked seafood rose into the air and traveled on the winds.

Kaz ate furiously, he felt like a ravenous bear and even though the crabs, even in quantity, had made a small meal. It was enough for Kaz to feel a bit more optimistic about his current situation and it does lessen his hunger somewhat. That, however, was short lived as shelter came to mind and the light of the day had begun to fade.

He rose to his hooves and began to contemplate what he was going to do for shelter. The Minotaur could try to see if there were any natural alcoves or caves that he could use, but he knew such things could also already have residents that may be dangerous to disturb. He could build a basic lean-to that many of the slaves used to house themselves in Minotas. The issue with that was that he was very large and it would take quite a bit of time and many resources to build such a lean-to. There also didn't seem to be anywhere nearby the spring to make such a dwelling. Kaz scratched at his scruffy chin and nodded to himself. He would try the magic again. Maybe he could make some sort of dwelling out of earth. Something that would be a little more permanent and would protect him better from wind, rain, and animal. Kaz walked several feet away from the spring and knelt down. He placed his hand on the ground and cleared his mind. Closing his eyes he allowed his senses to reach out as that had when he had heated the stones. Again he could envisions the tendrils creeping outwards this time instead of grasping onto anything they connected to each other in a large circle and began to spin in a wild circle. The motion was nearly making the Minotaur nauseous despite his resistance that was built up over decades being thrown to and froe by an unpredictable sea.

The Minotaur heard creaking, then a small rumble, and then a thundering crescendo of sound as waves upon waves of earth shot up around the Minotaur. Large plates of earth had thrust out of the ground slamming in a great crash as they met each other at a singular point above his head. A few small rocks pelted his head, but the slabs of earth have mostly remained stable. Kazlain peered out a crevice between the slabs of earth. It was big enough for him to walk through and the structure he had created was more than large enough for him to stand in. Kaz went outside and was surprised to see that the earth had formed a crude teepee like structure. He had envisioned a nice stone hut, but he clearly did not have that sort of control over his power yet. The structure was, indeed, crude, but it would serve his purposes just fine. The Minotaur would figure out how to shape a door and perhaps refine the structure a bit more as his ability progressed. Kaz was inventive and knew he could turn his cursed power into something of a great boon. It would just take time and patience. Both, he believed, he had plenty of. With that the Minotaur entered his hovel and lay himself down for his first night of rest in a new world. Wherever that was.

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The light was fading from the day, and through the canopy of leafy green it weakened even further, marking it as time to set some kind of camp for the night. Calanon,who might have perched himself in a tree had he been alone, eyed the comparative bulk of his friend and dismissed the idea, instead looking for a likely spot at ground level.

The pair had come a long way, and despite this being their second brightening in the forest, had found little thus far to aid them in their quest. The elf could sense Moss’ agitation, and whilst he understood it - for their undertaking was close to the man’s heart - it made for rather tense travel. Still, he determined, it was only to be expected. Glancing around at the clearing they stood in, Cal decided it was as good as anywhere and stopped, sliding his pack from his shoulders with a sigh of relief.

“Do we stop here for the darkening?” he tossed towards Moss, hoping the man’s single minded focus to find his sister would not win over his common sense. “ We have walked all day and found nothing. Better start again on the morrow?”

Never mind that he was starving. Deciding that he was stopping anyway, the elf stooped to retrieve his waterskin from his pack, standing upright and extending his hand to take the human’s too.

“We passed a stream not far back, I’ll go and see if I can refill these if you want to see about a fire?”

Leaving his friend to do just that, the Sylrosian headed back in the direction they had come, absently swinging the waterskins by his side as he went. This trip had been planned a long while, delayed by the rather unexpected direction his life had taken, and for a while, Calanon had wondered if he would be able to honour his promise to his friend. But thankfully, the fates had aligned, and here they were, thought it felt a little as if they were wandering blind. Rather like he was, he realised a moment later as he paused, looking up to find he did not entirely recognise the path he walked.

In fact.. As he studied his surroundings more carefully, Calanon realised it was not some natural trail through the trees, but that he had stumbled onto what looked to be a man made track, the greenery flattened and crushed as it led toward the small spring they had intersected earlier. The elf frowned slightly at such blatant disrespect for the woodland, shaking his head a little as he stepped lightly over the flattened ferns. There was no need for such destruction when one could easily enough wind through the trees. Still despairing at the lack of the subtlety in the interaction with the forest and feeling a sharp pang of homesickness for another woods, another time, it was when he bent to dip the waterskins into the cool water of the brook that he heard it.

A loud rumble, not too far away, alien amongst the natural sounds of the environment had him freeze, and Calanon swore he felt the very earth beneath his feet give a shudder. What the fething hell was that?! With a wary glance at the trees around him in case they had been disturbed by the earth tremor, the elf pushed to his feet, corking the waterskin in his hand and slinging it back over his shoulder. The darkening woods seemed less hospitable suddenly, and Calanon was reminded of what his friend had told him of their endeavour. Magrid the Sly. Had they found their goal without realising it? With a prickle of unease at the thought, he followed that unnatural path, quietly, thinking to scout and then report back his findings to his friend.

What he had not anticipated was the flattened foliage leading him out of the forest and spilling out on to a beach. It had led hin further from the clearing than he had expected, and Cal cast a wary glance back over his shoulder Perhaps he should have gone for Moss first?. But he had come this far now, so it seemed wasteful to go back. The elf stopped at the treeline, eyes widening as they swept over a structure that had clearly been called of the earth itself. It was large, incongruous on the gently sloping sand, and Calanon eyed it with no small amount of suspicion. A shelter of sorts? But for what..or who?

He could see little within the shadowed interior, but a cursory inspection of the surroundings revealed a pit dug for fire, and some signs of habitation. The fine hairs on the back of his neck stiffened at the thought that this could be that which they sought. He was very carefully making his retreat, ready to return to his friend, when there was a rather unfortunate intersection between the waterskins he still carried and some shrubby plant in his path. The crack of the fine wood that tangled with him seemed deafening then, and the elf froze, cursing his stupidity and straining to hear any sign that his clumsiness would cost him dear.
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The sound of the ocean soothed the beast as he began to slip into slumber. The thoughts of his life as a slave, his loneliness being in a new land, and the worries of food began to slip away. He, however, feared sleep. Not only did he not know what kind of creatures inhabited the land, but he feared that if he slept and awoke it would all be a dream and he would find himself back in the hold of a ship or in the slave pen he called home for decades. The mere thought brought scent of unwashed bodies, refuse, waste, and rot to his nose. It was unpleasant, but the briny aroma of the sea and sand helped combat the unwanted fragrances.

Kaz rolled onto his side, his horn digging deeply into the soft sand as he tried to find a comfortable position to lay himself to rest. He felt himself drift in and out as the need for sleep began to overtake him, but that's when he heard it. *CRACK* The sound echoed in the Minotaurs ears. Whatever it was it was large enough to split a twig or branch. Kaz's mind raced as he thought of the kinds of beasts he might have to face in the new land. There was one thing that the Minotaur knew for certain. A warrior would strike first, strike hard, and show no mercy. This is what he would do to survive if he must. He would not lose his newly found freedom to any animal.

The minotaur rolled to a knee and hoisted himself up and almost in a single movement pushed off the sand with his powerful legs. The beast charged towards the crevice of his make-shift home and smashed through it sending a shower of rock and stone bursting through the air in a massive explosion of strength. Kazlain let loose a massive roar that caused the very ground to shake and ripped through the air with ferocious power. Birds scattered from the trees of the nearby forest and sped away in droves. Kazlain had spotted the creature that had made the offending noise. He charged viciously towards the unknown creature. A blast of sand rushed into the air and towards the elf as the Minotaur came to a sudden stop towering over him at nearly more than twice his height. A massive arm of pure rippling muscle was raised into the air above Calanon, bearing a fist that was much larger than his head. Just as it seemed the beast was going to lower his arm and crush the elf. The beast stopped. His chest heaving, a derisive snort released from his ring studded snout. He had not lowered his fist which still remained tightly clenched and hung precariously over the elf, but he did not move to strike either. It was as if he was deciding the elf's very fate.
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If there was ever a moment when Calanon regretted his somewhat impulsive nature ,it was he half turned to see the shelter he had discovered shatter into pieces as some terrific beast came charging through it.

Frozen watching the sheer spectacle of it, the elf felt as much as heard the roar that accompanied the flurry of earth and shale, and along with it felt the chill of a very real fear raise its head.

Impetuous, he had been called, foolhardy. And never did he feel it more than as he scrabbled for focus enough to weave a spell, something anything that he might hurl at what was surely his impending death. It all happened so quickly that he had barely time to react, the steel of his sword seeming altogether flimsy as he swiped the sand from his face and held it, wavering slightly, between himself and the giant beast that he had disturbed.

Not a witch, no. But as the elf’s wide eyes swept up and impossibly higher, there was some recognition. A creature from stories of his youth,meant to inspire fear in the elflings. ‘Don’t go beyong the wood, the minotaur will get you’ Don’t stay out past nightfall,a minotaur will get you’.The Sylrosian elf, so far from his home, and long past such tender years was gripped by a terror that it was indeed so. His time had come.He closed his eyes, waited for the shadow of that huge fist to fall and thought at least it would be a quick death.

Only...he waited, sending his prayers up to the All-Father, wondering if Moss would find him, his broken body, wishing he could get some warning to his friend, and eventually, over the distracting sound of his heartbeat thrashing in his ears, he realised he had been waiting rather a long time. There was another moment for him to gather his courage enough to open his eyes, which he did slowly,as if he did not really want to see what was beyond.

And when he did, there was a shaky exhalation of breath, and the elf willed his legs not to give out under him for the Minotaur- certainly that was what it was?- was still poised to strike and Calanon glanced at the sword quaking in his grip and then back to the seething mass of muscle before him and let it fall with a thump to the sand by his feet."Phedos save me" he mumbled, through a throat closed tight with fear.

Slowly then, not looking into the creature’s eyes, he raised his hands before him, all the while trying to find a hold on the slippery threads of his magic that might be his only salvation now.
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The Minotaur stood over the elf, watching him tremble in fear, his eyes closed and the blade quivering in his grip. The blade that stood between him and the elf was of no concern to him. It would likely cause him no more harm than a splinter would to the elf. The beast considered how easy it would be to simply crush the elf before him and be done with it. No need to worry about it coming back or bringing others to harass him. No need to worry about his freedom. Yes, it was easier for him to just kill the elf and that was what he was going to do. However, as he decided he would end the elf, he dropped his sword and whispered for someone to help him. Kaz scowled. He was not a murderer. He couldn't kill someone grasping a straws to save their life. He would simply deal with the consequences of allowing the elf to leave when the time came.

The minotaur snorted again and then lowered his fist. Turning away from the elf he sat down in the sand and heavy sigh rattled from his chest. His booming voice rumbled, "Lower your hands and go if you wish. No harm will befall you, but I only warn you once. Do not make me regret not crushing you where you stand." Kaz had never dealt with anyone like the elf before. Sure he had killed his fair share of humans, elves, and the like when forced to by his masters, but he had never met one on his own accord. Nor had he ever the option to give his mercy. For once it felt good to not have to kill. For once he felt like he was allowing himself to be a person again. The minotaur turned to gaze at his shattered home. He supposed it wouldn't not be terribly difficult for him to reform it. He still had no mastery over his power, but creating another crude hovel shouldn't be beyond him. He had at least done it once before. The creature laid his head in his hands showing his fatigue. He had not been on the beach for that long. He was tired and hungry. But at least he didn't feel as alone. There were people in this new land. But with all the good that came with people came all the bad as well. Kaz was very familiar with the evil that people could do and it made him wary. While he could easily crush the elf that stood across from him trembling, that did not mean he could underestimate what the elf may be capable. He had made up his mind though. If the elf made any move he even remotely thought was aggressive he'd remove his arms from his torso.

Kaz wondered if he would always have to live his life this way. Causing fear in others and being afraid of others as well. He had lived a life of abuse, torture, and servitude. He really only wished for a life of peace and prosperity. Or at least a fair chance at it. He thought that anyone should deserve that much. "Go or sit. I do not care. But do not continue to stand there." The Minotaur sounded irritated, but there was no refuting the presence of the weariness in his voice even if it did boom like a thunderstorm.
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Moss trembled in fear. His normally dark grey eyes were pale and wide; his mouth was dry with thirst; his heart raced. A gloved hand fumbled for the hilt of his longsword but found nothing. He stumbled backwards, his heels clumsily tripping over roots and rocks hiding in the underbrush. Every time he regained his feet, his leather boots would collide with something else and send him onto his backside once more.

And still she came.

Her pursuit was unrelenting. While it was Moss who had physically sought her out, she had been toying with his mind for more than an era. And now that they'd finally met, the human wanted nothing more than to escape her red eyes; her sharp, yellow cuspids that crept over her bottom lip as she sent him yet another sadistic smile; the inhumanly long, brown claws that extended from her forefingers as she approached; her howling cackle that caused creatures to flee, the birds and their fellow forest dwellers ensuring Moss was left alone with her.

Magrid the Sly.

The witch licked her lips as she studied her prey, before she leaned over him and hissed. Moss' thumping heart filled his ears, but it was quickly drowned out by the boom of thunder overhead as rain arrived, water splashing onto his face...

Moss' dark eyes shot open. His cheeks were moist with a cold sweat. Alone, he lay sprawled in a small clearing, but while the witch was no longer present, the pounding in his chest and the dryness in his mouth remained. Gingerly, the human reached for his water flask, but it was no longer at his side, and recollection suddenly returned.

Calanon.

The blond spun around, trying to assess the situation. His friend had gone to fill their water flasks while he had been left to tend to the fire. He looked over to the small firepit he had dug, and saw only a pile of kindling next to a tinder bundle, all of it untouched by flames.

Moss couldn't remember settling down to sleep, but the journey had been exhausting both physically and emotionally, and he could only assume that it had all caught up with him as the darkness arrived. Was he actually ready to rescue his sister? Was he even worthy of Mara's salvation?

A roll of thunder caused the blond to look skywards, and he was relieved that at least it wasn't raining. But then he heard another loud rumbling noise, and he sat up with the sudden realisation that it wasn't the weather he was hearing.

Checking that his longsword was still at his hip, Moss climbed to his feet, not bothering to brush the dirt off his clothing as he moved towards the noise. That it had come from the same direction as his friend had gone to find water made him cautious, but as he made his way through a man-made track of crushed vegetation, the thought that Calanon might have encountered some danger found him resorting to speed over stealth as he increased his pace.

Perhaps his nightmare was still influencing him, but a sense of panic grew through his body as he drew his glowing longsword and attempted to make use of the light source to follow the trail of destroyed flora until his boots met sand and his nostrils were invaded by salty air. Somehow he was at the coast, and he sent a curious gaze out into the darkness that was the Gulf of Ioannolia.

The glance was fleeting, however, as a shift of movement caught his attention, and any hint of relaxation that the ocean might have teased into his form was immediately banished at the sight of Calanon and a huge, hulking minotaur nearby. Moss' body tensed in fear, and he immediately raised his sword, though he was in no mood to fight the massive beast.

"Fething hell," he uttered unconsciously, freezing briefly before regaining his composure.

The man was running, then, not in the direction of Kazlain, but towards his friend, stumbling his way through the unsteady footing of the sand as he kicked it up, and falling over more than once.

"Cal!" he growled urgently as he reached the Sylrosian and grabbed at the elf's clothing, "let's get the feth out of here!"
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Calanon, still with his heart in his mouth, and horribly aware of the huge fist of the minotaur poised above his head, flinched as the creature snorted, eyes flashing back up to look at the thing as its voice rumbled out and it moved some distance away. Not as far as he might have liked, but at least not immediately intent on ending his life.

The elf all but sagged in relief, and he did as bid, letting his hands fall back to his side, already taking a stumbling step backwards as if to flee. Only…. He hesitated, eyes falling to the sword that lay on the sand before him. He was loathe to leave it, but would it would seem an act of aggression were he to reach for it, he was certain. Calanon glanced quickly at the minotaur, noting the almost dejected posture the creature had taken, but not trusting it enough to subdue the fear he felt, the desire to get away.

A desire compounded as the Minotaur spoke again, the common speech harsh and unyielding as it fell from his mouth, seemingly frustrated with the elf’s lack of action one way or the other. This time there was a definite, measured approach to the backwards steps the elf took.

“There is no quarrel between us” he managed to reply, a fair amount of effort going into keeping his own voice steady.

And free from the initial shock, as he slowly retreated, Calanon was better able to attune to the force energy around him, letting it soothe his somewhat frazzled nerves as he drew it into himself, finding comfort in what protection it might offer him. He did not weave a spell, again not wanting to incite any further aggression from the Minotaur, but the magic was there at his fingertips, and that made him feel a little better at least. He would wait until he was out of reach and then summon the blade back to him.Discretion was the better part of valor at this juncture.

It was unfortunate then, that his human companion was not party to the same beliefs, for it was then that the elf noticed the body language of the Minotaur shift back into something that seemed less..passive. Calanon stilled instinctively,but it was not he that had caught the beast’s attention, and the elf threw a hasty glance over his shoulder, only to see Moss running toward him, stumbling and tripping on his way,before the elf whipped his head back around toward the creature on the sand.

No, Moss!The silent admonishment, rather a plea, could do no good, and there was a moment where the sorcerer seriously considered porting the hell out of there. He did not want to be between the Minotaur and his friend, so clumsily charging into the situation. So the elf did the only thing that he could think of that would convey the fact that he meant no ill will to the creature still close enough to reach out and grab him if it so wished.

He sat down.
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The Minotaur growled causing a low and deep rumble in his chest as his eyes darted over the shoulder of the man he had just spared. Another one was approaching, quickly, and awkwardly. His mistrust was beginning to get the best of him, when to his surprise, the elf abruptly sat down where he was standing. It wasn't exactly what Kaz had meant, but it did tell him that his first acquaintance was, at least, not interested in fighting.

The other man, Kaz could not be so certain about. Furthermore, the sword the man wielded shed a light like nothing he had seen before. The minotaur way had always been if you don't understand something, destroy it. Kaz was nothing like other minotaur, however, he had a strong distaste for violence no matter how suited he was for it. He thought quickly before plunging his hand into the sand. His eyes closed for a moment as he reached out to connect with the essences of the earth as he had before. He could feel the sand, the rock beneath, and as his senses stretched out further he felt something new. He could feel the essences within the two men. He could sense earth, wind, water, and fire all within one vessel. He felt as if he could almost connect with them. Could he manipulate the essences that make up the body as well as the earth? The thought was intriguing to him, but it also filled him with a sense of horror at the idea of what he could do with them or might do with them. The feeling caused him to instantly retract his senses from the two beings. Instead, Kaz focused on the ground around the newcomer. He could feel the earth beneath him. Carefully he began pulling the earth essences away from each other. The sound of churning earth and splitting rock met Kaz's ears. The earth had abided by his will once again.

A hole began to quickly open beneath the feet of Moss….
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In his panicked rush, Moss didn't recognise Calanon's sense of caution. In fact, he mistook it for frozen fear, which didn't seem much of a stretch after he himself had been stunned at the sight of the hulking minotaur. But as he reached his friend and reached out to grab the elf's clothing - fully prepared to drag the man to safety if need be - he was surprised to see the Sylrosian sit.

As the earth beneath his feet began to tremble, Moss told himself that Calanon had simply fallen over, having lost his footing in the uneven sand, but then he disagreed internally. His friend had not fallen - his movement had been decidedly deliberate.

That in itself made him pause in confusion, and it was only the continued shifting of the ground beneath him that cleared away the clouds of thought and bewilderment that had so insistently shrouded his attention. He had to move, and fast.

With no time to sheathe his blade, Moss tossed it up onto the sand near his friend, who suddenly seemed so far away. Then he dug his feet into the sand, attempting to find purchase as he turned to face the elf and ran for a pair of steps before leaping - hopefully - to safety. As his feet left Telath, he could only find enough time and mental clarity to yell a single pleading word: "Cal!"
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Cal wasn’t sure what he had expected. With Moss barrelling towards him, sword drawn, and the Minotaur that he was certain had been about to crush him to death only moments before looking agitated again, the elf’s options had seemed somewhat limited. And so he had settled himself to the ground, a clear and obvious peaceable motion for any of those in the know. Which unfortunately precluded his human friend, so Calanon was treated to the confused expression on Moss’ features before the man began to sink into the hole that had somehow opened up just beneath his feet. The elf scuttled backwards to avoid the trajectory of Moss’ sword as it was flung away from the human, and just too late, threw himself forward again to try and catch the mystic’s hand and save his descent into the pit that had appeared. The man’s plaintive cry was swallowed up along with the rest of him.

There were no words, but Calanon could only watch as Moss crashed to the bottom of the tear in the earth, before he remembered the creature only yards behind him and twisted to look upon the minotaur once again, to check he was not about to be trampled or any such thing. The elf’s gaze shifted from the colossal beast to the ruins of the shelter he had been in, and it did not take much deduction to conclude that perhaps the beast had some magic at his disposal too.

“ He is not a threat” Calanon offered hastily, kicking Moss’ blade away from him and toward the Minotaur too. If push came to shove, it wasn’t like he couldn’t defend them by other means. The elf glanced back into the pit behind him. “Are you hurt?”
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Kaz opened his eyes as he heard the ground rubble in response to his will. He could see the frantic expression on the face of the human just before he disappeared into the pit that had opened beneath his feet. The big minotaur casually got back to his hooves and stomped towards the elf that had just kicked the human's sword toward him. The Minotaur leaned down, keeping his eyes on the elf as he picked up a massive rock from the debris of his shelter. Kaz skirted the edge of the pit until he was on the opposite side of the pit from the elf. He had heard the words from the elf vouching for his friends lack of threat.


The minotaur stood over the pit staring down at the human. "Have you come to fight?" the question thundered from above the human. "I can promise to bury you alive if need be. But I also promise I would rather not have too." Kaz tossed the large rock back and forth in his hands as he stood over the pit. He figured if the human was aggressive he could pretty easily smash the him with a hurl of the rock. It wasn't as if he would have much room to attempt evade the throw. Kaz made certain to keep the elf in his field of vison. He chose the rock over the sword for a reason. He could still hurl it at the Elf if need be as well. Kaz let out a derisive snort. He had sought to get away from all this. All the violence, but here it was rearing it's bloody head in his face again. Would he ever truly know peace?
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Moss' attempt to yell Calanon's name was short-lived, as the first syllable morphed rapidly into a panicked scream when the earth gave way beneath his feet, that noise in turn vanishing as the human's breath evacuated his lungs. He saw the elf moving towards him, their fingers tantalisingly close, but

The sudden sense of falling alerted every sense within him, his very skin seeming to pulse with the fear of what might lay below.

Mercifully, his landing was onto yet more sand, which caught him more softly than bedrock would have been, though it didn't stop him face-planting, a vast collection of granules clinging to his beard.

Dark grey eyes shot open at the Sylrosian's voice, and he called out a "No" to reassure his friend that he was unharmed.

So far, anyway.

Pushing up off his arms, the mystic settled into a kneeling position, looking up just in time for his vision was taken up by the looming outline of the minotaur, the large figure blocking out the stars that clung to the darkening sky.

"N-no," Moss replied quickly, "I only came to get my f-friend..."

He shifted in his position, daring to point up in the general direction of where his longsword had been tossed, its glow illuminating one side of Kazlain's towering form.

"That's my light," he offered nervously. "I can't see well in the dark without it."



Moss' lungs strained, the organs seemingly clawing at his insides in desperation, and the human filled them as best he could with the air that they were gasping for.

He and Calanon were finally alone, both doubled over in exhaustion and covered in a sheen of sweat from their running. Both were speechless, their breath an elusive fugitive that utterly refused to be caught for several lung busting minutes.

Kazlain was, mercifully, nowhere to be seen. After the massive beast had admitted it had no desire to shed blood, the two friends had dropped the warrior act and played diplomats instead. In a moment of weakness, the massive beast had let Calanon help his companion out of the pit, small avalanches of dirt cascading from the human's clothing, face, and hands. His longsword was returned, and then, when the minotaur briefly got distracted by its glow, the pair seized their opportunity and fled.

More dirt fell as Moss shook his head and ran a set of fingers through his hair, his heart rate finally beginning to slow into a settled rate. Dark grey eyes looked across to the similarly hunched elf, the sclerae of his eyes whiter than usual.

"Holy feth," was all he could manage as he stood back up, clenching his eyes shut.

A fumbling glove, still dirt-stained, reached for his waterskin. The mystic took a swig, then poured the rest over his head to wipe his face clean. It went a small way to refreshing him and then, with a glance to Calanon, began the return journey to their camp at a much more sedate pace.
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