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Post by renea on Mar 10, 2009 18:59:27 GMT -5
The morning sun was just breaking the horizon when Tasalae woke from her slumber, though it was not really a slumber, more of a waking dream which she went though everyday to keep her fresh for when she worked. She set up, her home was in a happy mood today, for she could feel the warmth it gave in the morning as she moved from her bed, which came from the wall of her home. She stood was grace like no other being besides the elves and made the bed quickly, wanting it to look as nice as possible. She wore a leave dress, in which she slept in only and ate breakfast in as to not get her normal things messed up before she went to her normal job of being another Swords smith in the city. She moved through her home, seeing that the morning sun had come come into her kitchen she smiled and began to hum her normal morning tun as she set out getting her things for her morning breakfast. She walked out side, picking up a bucket to bring forth water from a well she had asked the earth to bring forth. After fetching water she went to her garden, taking fruit and vegetables that she grew, taking one apple and eating it as she walked back to the house.
As she reached her home she began to make her breakfast, which was a salad with a glass of water. She heated the rest of the water with just a quick word from her mouth. She could feel it take her energy, but it was very little, for she was a elf that was strong. She did feel the drain and she had to make sure she had severed the flow of magic after getting the water heated to take a bath. As she moved threw her house, cleaning up her breakfast and then heading to her room to get ready for the days events. She took her shower, making sure she was clean and then put on her normal, a pair of tight leather leggings and a leather tunic for her work. She pulled a belt on that had her thin sword strapped to it and then belted her two daggers on her hips, one on either side. She pulled her boots on, her hands moved over her pants to smooth it out, and then she took her hands and wrapped her hands in her hair, making a tight braid that went down her back. As she pulled her hair back, you could see her ears were slanted back further then normal elves, for she had used magic to shape her ears back.
She headed into town, her body moving through the forest, singing a pleasant song with no words. She was just humming to the trees and flowers, her beautiful lyrics reaching the lands animals, making them come forth to see her. She reached her forge quickly, since she did not live at her forge like the other great Sword smith, she had to walk to her for about half a mile before she was there. She was on the very edge of the main city, since she was not one for crowds. She opened her shop and began to light the fire quickly to have it ready for making her weapons.
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Post by selicia on Mar 13, 2009 13:42:23 GMT -5
Selicia had awoke a few hours ago. Her body rejuvenated and her mind refreshed. No beings but an elf could come close to her stunning beauty. Her hair was tied up in a bun and her green robe wrapped over her shoulders. Her ring on her fingers and her most treasured possession hang in from her neck. A blue diamond given to her by her Dragon rider mate, who had perished fitting the Wyrdfell. Her sword was a hundred years old. She needed a new one, her skills with grammar and a sword were amazing but with a dull sword she may as well lay down and let her enemies kill her.
She had left after hours of grammarye practise to walk to ellesmera. She had had a little fruit for her breakfast and had bathed in water. She heated it with a few words from her curved mouth and stepped in.
After an while she had cleaned enough top be presentable to her elven companions. She ventured out of her house and marveled in the beauty that was Ellesmera. The main town was a twenty minute walk but Selicia had decided to take a longer route so she could admire the natural gifts nature had given.
As she passed she sang to the plants. Each of them awoke with the sound of her delicate, yet powerful, voice. Stading to attention like soldiers of an army. She had not went to a smiths in over fifty years but she could remember the way perfectly. She saw a hawk. It was in pain and would surely die. "Deyja." Said Seilcia and the hawk dropped dead immediately. She felt the animals pain as it's life force drifted away.
Her day was not of to a blinding start.
She soon arrived in Ellesmera and saw the people go about there daily lives. Every one one so polite and kind. But elves had not always been like that and she knew it. Once they had been identical to humans in almost every way. And then the dragon war and then the dragon riders came, and it changed history forever. Nothing would ever be the same again.
She entered the smiths shop. It was warm and felt like a place she would happily work. But she dedicated all of hr time to magic and swordplay. She had no friends not even the elven equivalent and kept her self to herself. She rarely left the house if she was not sparing or teaching the younger generations about Magic, the sword and war.
"Atra esterní ono thelduin" She said to the smith.
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Post by renea on Mar 13, 2009 14:49:59 GMT -5
She felt the warmth from the forge, her body warming and already some sweat rolled down her neck as she walked back and forth, gathering many things to start making a few things for herself. She was in need of some new knifes for her kitchen the fruit that was tough and needed more then just a few slices. Her black hair was pulled into a braid that wrapped down her back and dangled over the small of her back as she pulled the materials for making some knifes. She was a very good smith, but still, she wished to learn from the best, the maker of the dragon swords, but she knew that would not happen, for she was no one to share secrets. She moved around outside to grab some more things, when words caught her curved ears and she turned to look as a elf came towards her. Selicia, she knew her name from only a few meetings and smiled as she came forward. "Atra esterní ono thelduin," Her voice was pleasant to anyone's ears and of course the words were easy to understand. ("May good fortune rule over you"). She placed her fingers on her own lips and Tasalae replied with the traditional.
"Mor’ranr lífa unin hjarta onr," Was her reply to Selicia as she took her fingers from her lips. Tasalae knew that she would know what she said, for every elf knew those words from years of learning. ("Peace live in your heart"). She looked at her with her emerald eyes and waited for her to say the reason why she was here. "What can I do for ye, Selicia?" Her voice was like a brook rippling over rocks and she smelt of a waterfall, pure and kind. Unlike most elves who had mates and such, Tasalae had no mate and never had a mate, for she seemed to be to much for a male, in fact, the males never liked her since she had a line of work that would would call Barbaric.
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Post by selicia on Mar 14, 2009 6:44:00 GMT -5
She rejected the black smith. She could do things with a hammer that most people could only imagine. She had no idea how old the black smith was but she was as skilled as most of the elder black smiths who live in the forest that all elves love so much. They were all connected to the forest. She could remember when elves were not confined to the forest. They could walk the land of Aleghasia with out Galbatorix hunting them down and trying to kill them. Or at least torture them and steal there secrets. Maybe Murtagh and his red dragon would hunt them down personally. It was a terrible thing to be and elf in theses days. Bar the spirits and the dragons Elves were the oldest race in Alegasia and since they had crossed the western sea they had never been imprisoned like they are today. No elf had ever been scared or unable to walk with humans i the brooding kingdom. They Had no no freedom except that in the forest. And the elf had decided she would leave Ellesmera and travel to Surda to assist the Varden. Her skills would not be sniffed at.
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"Good morning, Tasalae." nIt has been fifty years since I last visited this forge and I come for a reason of great importance. My skills in both magic and swordplay are excellent and I can be of better use at the Varden. But I need a new sword. "She brought her old one out of the sheath. "As you see, the blade has been used for fifty years and has dulled. I may as well go into war with a blunt quill." She said as she handed her the blade. It had been a gift. Her mate, a dragon rider, had given her it on the fiftieth anniversary. She had used it everyday since but now she NEEDED a new one.
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Post by renea on Mar 15, 2009 18:54:43 GMT -5
"Good morning, Tasalae... As you see, the blade has been used for fifty years and has dulled. I may as well go into war with a blunt quill." She took the sword, looking over it was careful eyes and then stepping into her forge, moving with grace as she set down at a table and looked over each detail. She knew for a fact this was no riders sword, for if it was she would have taken it to the greatest Sword Smith in the land, Rhunön, whom lived in Ellesmera also. Tasalae moved her hand over the rough blade and was surprised to see that it was in fact dull as ever. She had never seen a blade made by a elf dull, not even one this old. It stunned her and she moved to the back of her forge, searching for a sword. She was not sure if she had a sword like this one, she knew it would be a possibility, since she had many, but still. She found none. Her feet took her back to the front where Selicia was.
"I will make you a knew sword like this one, Selicia, but it will take time, I can give you a temporary one if you do not mind, but give me at least a week to two and I should have you one as good if not better then this," She placed the old one on the table that she used for beating the metal and then turned to looked at Selicia, waiting for a reply.
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