To Meet a Master / Docks of Daltina (self mod elementalism)

[Weylin Ceallachan]

Time Stamp - The First Brightening / First Cycle of Spring, Era XIV

Weylin was walking the docks and enjoying the smell of the clean ocean air as it drifted from across the sea on a soft breeze. He had just finished having a meeting with his father, Earl Bydul Enorta, and was reflecting on his life now that he was on his own. He was born from the earl’s concubine so that the earl could have an heir but then his wife finally was able to get pregnant after being declared barren, so Weylin went from being an heir to an illegitimate child. Yet over time, Weylin and his father had built a great relationship surrounding a fondness for the sea.

Weylin knew that he would never gain anything in life regarding his father’s nobility, but he did think that connections through his father would at least give him certain privileges not known to those of lesser birthright. Weylin aspired to be out on the sea. It had become an instant desire the moment his father took him out on a ship. He also aspired to learn the arcane arts of elementalism if it were possible because he could envision many uses for seamanship combined with water and air elements. All those who knew Weylin were aware of his desires.

All of this ran through his head while he continued to walk the docks of Daltina. His mind came crashing back to the present when he saw something extraordinary. A being of pure earth was carrying large crates onto a ship. Weylin joined a few other onlookers as this thick mass of tree limbs and dirt and all stuff of nature lifted each box with ease and walked it on to the ship where sailors moved it from there. Weylin began to scour the scene and noticed a man who did not quite fit in standing near the boxes the earth elemental was moving. While everyone else was watching the elemental do the physical choirs, Weylin went up to the man.

“Exuse me, but is that YOUR creation?”, Weylin asked with total curiosity.

“Why most certainly!” the man replied. He stood just under six feet tall with long, brown hair that had been combed towards his back. The hair was a few inches below his neck line but on the top of his head there was obvious signs of thinning. He was a medonian human who seemed to be in his middle eras because of the wrinkles on his face and the graying in his brown hair. “Have you never seen an elemental before?” the man asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No sir, never.” Weylin replied. “But it is something I do wish I could do. I have always wanted to learn to capture the elements and convince them to do my bidding. I want to speak to the wind to move the sails of a ship and ask the lightening in the air to stay away. I pretend to imagine fierce battles where I shape ice blades out of water and hurl them at my enemy. I have always desired to combine the might of an elementalist with savvy of a naval officer.” Weylin’s heart could been seen by the look of passion in his eyes as he spoke of his desires to this stranger.

[Weylin Ceallachan]

The Elementalist looked at Weylin for a moment as if weighing him on some imaginary scale. It made Weylin feel uncomfortable as the man looked at Weylin for well over a minute. Weylin was about to turn and leave thinking that maybe speaking his heart’s desire had been the wrong thing, but the old man placed a hand upon Weylin’s shoulder to keep him from going.

“Please forgive me. I needed to measure you up to see if you might have what it would take to fulfill your dream. Though I am not sure if you actually could learn the arcane art of elementalism, I do know that you have a true desire in you which is pleasantly expressed outward. You have told me much with your desire, and I might be interested in testing you to see if you are capable of learning Elementalism. What do you think?” The man asked. “My name is Montego Wynsfield.”

“Forgive me,” Weylin quickly spoke. “I am Weylin Ceallachan and it is a pleasure to meet you good sir. As for your offer, I cannot express how shocked and pleased I am to hear you say that and graciously accept. How does this work? Will we go off to some private area away from all these onlookers?”

Montego laughed as he looked at Weylin who appeared almost as a child glowing with enthusiasm. “Actually it is much easier than that, my dear young lad. Just close your eyes and relax. Relax every muscle in your body; let every thought slip away from your mind.” Montego did not wait for Weylin to listen as he reached out to place his hands upon the temples of the aspiring initiate. Montego closed his eyes and swiftly entered meditate entering the astral realm and allowing a portion of it to trickle through his hands and into Weylin.

It was almost as if an entirely undiscovered, uncharted world was opening up before him eyes. The three dimensional plane he was used to seeing seemed to dim quite suddenly, almost as if he had his eyes closed, before a small vortex popped into existence between him and Mistress Aranel. It was an ethereal light blue, swirling around as it quickly became a miniature tornado of sorts, sucking in the environment around it much like a black hole. It continued to swirl, continued to pull until Vesper felt everything in his immediate proximity and behind him get tugged into it.

A burst of pure white light, and a myriad of color danced before his pearl-clouded pupils as the Astral Plane unfolded itself upon him. It was divine, different, but divine. The ethereal chords of song struck nearby, their tones and duets echoing harmoniously within his ears. The flames and ice of Elementalism constantly shifted before him, harbored within the man that stood across from him. Far, far away the black cancerous tendrils of the infernal planes leaked into the world as if spilling from an overflowing basin. And then, and then the raw unadulterated menacing power of pure force seemed to grimace down from above, perhaps from the story above him. So powerful, in fact, that the world around Weylin began to noticeably dim, sight fading from his senses as he passed out…