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Sylvan Sherwood · Journeyman Joined: 14 Nov 2008 Posts: 107

Sylvan never really did trust magic, especially that which pursued knowing the future or speaking with the dead. Through and through she was a sword-fighter whose magic did nothing except enhance her own natural abilities. So it was with great reluctance that she rode out at the request of an old hunting buddy to patrol certain areas in search of his missing child.

It seemed that the boy would never be found. Too much time was passing...way too much time.

When she found the man screaming and thrashing in the water deep beneath the surface of the world, she put her entire being into rescuing him from the cold and mineral-smelling lake. Throughout the rescue operation, she cursed several times, and again while trying to get the naked man dry and dressed. Why did he fight her with such effort? It made no sense.

The way the man spoke (or really, didn't speak), and his gestures, suggested to Sylvan that perhaps he'd suffered some sort of injury to his intellectual self--maybe his brain was deprived of oxygen too long. Upon realizing this, she cursed again, only this time to curse herself for not being there soon enough.

Warwycke · Visitor Joined: 07 Nov 2008 Posts: 7

While Warwycke flailed about in the water, in his new adult form, memory came flooding back into his mind. A torrent of mixed emotion washed over him as his mind took everything in.

The rain poured more heavily now as the ship speed through the water. The dark skinned, bald headed first mate steered the ship with an awe striking confidence. Lionel barked out orders with a ferocity that drove the crew to not lallygag. “Wallace, you take care of that baby, Cap’n Richey wants him alive.”

“Aye mate.” Is all the stubby little man could retort. Wallace strode about searching for covering to keep him and the bundle of babe dry. “Yar Lionel, da water’s a steam’n, and it’s cold as Ole Marc’s stink’n carcass.” One of the deck men cried out, as the rain beat down hard against them. “You’re calling my attention to let me know that there’s a little bit of steam coming of the water!? By damnit, you’re lucky I don’t kick your arse overboard.”

“Yar, da water’s boil’n mate, not just a liddle steamy ya twit, come’re an’ ‘av a looksie fer ya self.” The gruff, and grime covered pirate yelled to Lionel over the howling wind. “Wallace, take the wheel!” Lionel bellowed to the man rocking the baby gently in his arms, as he strode to the side of the boat to have a look for himself.

As Lionel hung slightly over the side of the ship he gazed with to the waters with a look of wonder on his face. Steam hissed loudly, as the water lapped against the sides of the ship and the cold rain droplets poured into it. Soon the water around them gleamed with a bright red hue. “What in the abyss…” Lionel’s jaw dropped, as he stared into the water. Soon the pirate ship sped forward, as an unseen current drove them. Cries of uncertainty soon resounded throughout the ship. Waves of hot water crashed against the deck, scorching bare feet.

Cries of agony filled the air; as the vessel began to spiral out of control. A new wind blew hard against the surface creating a vortex in the sea. Before the ship hovered a large dragon, one the likes the world has never seen. Its scales were crimson, and its body was massive, twice the size of their ship easily. Not a sound was made by a soul on that ship, as they were frozen with fear and awe at what their eyes beheld. The ship began spinning even more and more rapidly as the wind created by the crimson dragon’s wing created a huge whirlpool within the sea. With a loud shriek it flew away, and soon an urgent cry from the crow’s nest was heard, “MAELSTROM!”

The old wooden ship creaked, and groaned loudly as it was sucked into its sure doom. Wallace grimaced, and a look of demoralization crossed his face, but he held onto Warwycke tightly. The boat tilted to the right and soon Lionel was overboard, along with most of the crew. With one arm Wallace held onto the mast and with his other he firmly held onto the now crying baby. The ferocity of the vortex tore the ship in two, Wallace and Warwycke plummeted into the water and were both sucked down into the eye of the maelstrom. Wallace refused to let go, but couldn’t hold on any longer as a piece of wood crashed against his skull caving it in.

As the baby was pulled in something happened, he began growing and aging at a rapid pace. And then there was darkness… Warwycke was no longer an infant; he was a grown human male.

He franticly flailed his arms about in the water, trying to stay above. Every time his head was above water, he would take in as much oxygen as he could. It was pitch dark where he was now. Where he was now, he had not even known where he was before. As the fight was almost over a hand reached in the water and took hold of him firmly, and he reached up and took hold, still slightly struggling. “Easy man and I’ll get you out.” A sweetly soothing voice called from the docks above. Soon half of his body was on the creaky wooden dock, with one last tug Warwycke was out of the water.

He huddled up in a ball on the deck and rocked back and forth, tears flowed openly down his cheeks as he wailed. The lady quickly covered the naked man with a dark black cloak. Warwycke pulled it in front of him; hugging onto it he closed his eyes and stuck his thumb into his mouth. Quite a bit of time passed before the lady could calm him down.

She started with introductions, as she placed both of her hands on her chest and said, “I’m Sylvan.” A look of confusion crossed Warwycke’s face as he mustered out his name, “Wuh arh weak.”

Sylvan Sherwood · Journeyman Joined: 14 Nov 2008 Posts: 107

What she just heard come from the man's mouth had to be impossible. Sylvan staggered back, the implication of his utterance hitting her like a physical blow.This is impossible, a horrible coincidence, her mind stammered--though somehow she knew without a doubt that this was the 'child' she sought.

It crossed her mind that some terrible, dreadful magic was afoot here deep within the land. Her brain fired more questions at her than solutions or ideas. Sylvan had no idea just how much of what she said was understood by the man. Or was he a child? By the gods, just what was going on here?!

Not having the time or desire to stand about taking no action, Sylvan told Warwycke that he was to listen to her, and travel with her, and that she would do what was necessary to get him to safety, even if those measures were less than comfortable or accommodating. He seemed to understand, or at least he did not protest her words.

Finally she did manage to get some clothing on him other than the soaked, balled up cloak she had offered him. With a fervent hope for a positive outcome to this impossible situation, she grabbed his hand and uttered--urgently--Sanctum Viatas.

Walter · Sage Joined: 01 Jan 2004 Posts: 618 Location: -=Magincia=-

Sitting in the lower level he could hear people cursing and moving outside. Finally he gets up and walks outside.

"What the hell is going on out here?"

When he noticed Sylvan helping a grown man walk, when the man said "Daddy" he realized exactly what was going on. This was a complete shock and surprise, somehow he didn't faint.

With a smile he walked over to his son and gave him a hug and walked him in the house, where he quickly hustled up some milk and dry clothes. Warwycke's speech was defiantly that of a young child, he struggled to communicate with Walter and Sylvan. After Sylvan left It didn't take long for Warwycke and his father to connect and his story was slowly unfolding.

About the time Warwycke started mentioning the water and the ship the teleporter behind Walter went off.
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[20:28] Inkari: walter=chuck norris

"What do you mean I can't sell castle deeds I create on Ebay?" - GM Darwin circa 1999

gypsy_merrique · Journeyman Joined: 30 Sep 2007 Posts: 213 Location: Umbra

Roused by several voices, which almost seemed to grow louder as often does when an argument is commencing, Merrique slid from her bed. Was that a woman's voice she heard? Indeed, it was, and it was not a familiar voice. With a deep frown, she stood tentatively at the bedroom door wondering just what was going on. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself, trying to brace herself for anything that may be coming her way.

Down the hall she padded silently toward the teleporter and stepped onto it. A moment later, Merri arrived on the first floor of the family's mountain retreat. There stood Walter, heatedly speaking with a rather rough looking woman, and nearby stood a man--and the man looked confused, his gaze shifting from Walter to the dark haired woman and back. Again, Merrique wondered what was taking place here in what should have been the sanctuary of her home. It seemed the moment the teleporter activated, announcing her arrival, both Walter and the woman fell silent and it also felt that all eyes were upon her. For just a moment, there was that sickening feeling of her gut bottoming out.

The silence was broken by the exclamation of "Mommy!" and the confused looking man stepped toward her. It took but a moment to realize that this 'man' was Warwycke. Merri stumbled backward and supported herself against the wall, unable to think or speak for what felt like forever.
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. . . But the dark is very trustworthy.
It's always as dark as you thought it was.
And you don't have to work at staying there.
All you have to do is survive it.
And I've been doing that forever.
from the novel "Dark Debts" by Karen Hall

Warwycke · Visitor Joined: 07 Nov 2008 Posts: 7

Words were exchanged between Sylvan, Walter and Merrique for a few small moments. The door shutting echoed through out the house as Sylvan left. A heavy silence hung in the air for the longest time until Warwycke exlaimed, "DAM MIT!" He giggled loudly and repeated the word with glee, all while bouncing about on the floor.