3. Varynk F'ar'Wynd - The Truth of Magic

Varynk F'ar'Wynd - The Truth of Magic


  • Player: JerrickRafe
    Char: Varynk F'ar"wynd

    "No… there's more!"

    Varynk's voice rang clear through the "Classroom".
    The slender moon elf with the almost girlish good looks stood up, upsetting a stood in front of him that thankfully noone was occupying at the moment, sending it clattering to the dirt.

    The entire group of students and instructors looked at him incredulously, save one person near the back, who smirked knowingly to himself under his hat.

    The golden flecks in his greenish eyes (Far more than moon elves usually had, they almost sparkled) seemed to flash dangerously, as he squared his shoulders defiantly towards the instructors, daring them to defy him.
    His arms were at his sides, and he held no weapon, but several students backed away from him warily, as if he had a knife, or his fingers already glowing with the preparation for a spell.

    It would be suicide of course, to try anything dangerous. he was in the middle of several skilled wizards. In fact, he was completely surrounded by wizards, and here he was. Out of place, out of his element, in the middle of them. Varynk's parents had sent him to the wizarding academy, hoping that they could turn their son's sorcerous tendencies to something more ordered, more careful, more studious and highly looked upon. They sent a sorcerer to the wizard's school.

    The younger students feared him, and the older students and the full fledged wizards looked down on him. It was nothing new, but this time he had enough.
    "Magic is not just the studying of arcane words, and gestures, and rituals! It's ALIVE! You can Feel it! It can respond to emotion, and need, and doesn't always need to be prepared beforehand! "

    The same argument again. It went on for hours as always. The wizards calling him backwards, and a shaman, and not a true user of magic. Him telling them that there was more to it. Yes he could cast spells, they admitted. They claimed they were different though, of a different nature from their spells, as if they were somehow inferior.

    Different, inferior, or otherwise, Varynk had put up with enough.
    He was young for an elf, but it made no difference. He was done with this, and figured he could learn more about magic on his own. It was time to strike out and find the magic, rather than letting it find him.

    "I'll be back to show you. I'll prove every last one of you pompous windbags what magic can be, and then you'll have no choice but to admit you were closed minded fools, playing with things you knew little of, thinking yourselves masters. "

    The young moon elf with the blue hair and lighted blued skin tones strode out with a straight back, steady steps, and defiantly forward shoulders... upon which rode a beast called insecurity. A small dragon looking creature joined him presently, alighting on one shoulder and nuzzling behind one of the pointed blueish ears, but was ignored.

    The creature made a sounds like it was clearing it's throat, and then went back to the air above the elf, circling idly and watching about for any signs of danger.

    Varynk set out for a place called Narfell, on the other side of his world as far as he was concerned. Along with his first steps toward his destination that very night, the sounds of the crickets in the grasses mimicked his own thoughts in his head. Noisy, insistent, but insignificant. He pushed it all aside, and kept an eye on the horizon and his surroundings as he set out to find magic, and the truths it could hold for him.

    Hopefully, magic would choose to find him.


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