Ayvir: A Forest of Mysteries, Magic, and Monsters.

[costaricangirl]

{This is a medieval fantasy role play. You can be whatever you want--a faerie, a sprite, an animal, a person... Just be creative! And just join with a brief introduction and interaction with a character or two. }

“Madam! Madam, are you awake?” A stout, ruby bird hopped over small, cracked branches to reach the main trunk, where a small hole was. This bright bird was entirely scarlet except for his wings—they were midnight black.

The inhabitant of the hole, a young adult forest pixie, blinked groggily and looked up from her comfortable nest. >

“What is it, Terrence?” she asked, furiously rubbing her sleep-filled eyes.

“There seem to be visitors in the forest, Madam.”

“And…?”

“Well… They aren’t your average visitors. They come from elsewhere.”

The pixie, constantly on the alert for humans, snapped awake.

“How many?” she asked loudly.

“Not sure, Madam. Might I suggest we take flight and see for ourselves?”

“Yes, Terrence, I think that would be best.”

The five-inch pixie stepped out of the hole into the dim light. Although one could barely see during this period of darkness, she seemed to glow a dim shade of green, as though her very veins were simply bubbling with magic.

Her choppy, evergreen hair was sticking up in the back from her small amount of sleep. Her hazel eyes were large and gleaming.

Her delicate ears were pointed toward the canopy. Those ears and her button-like nose, along with the rest of her skin, were pale and had a slight green tinge. She wore a brown dress that fell to just above her knobby knees. It was made from the finest ground squirrel fur; the pixie was quite proud of this fact, as she had hunted it herself.

“Farewell, Father Elm,” she said, climbing onto Terrence the scarlet tanager’s back.

“Guardian speed, Gwin Cypress,” the elm replied in his rumbling, guttural voice.

Terrence took off and Gwin Cypress barely held on; she had grown up with Terrence, and she felt completely comfortable on his back.

"Where are they, Terrence?" Gwin asked after several minutes of flight.

"I'm not sure, Madam. I can't seem to find them."

The tanager touched down on a thin oak branch and looked around embarrassedly.

"They seem to have disappeared."

[Goosh]

The wizard knelt on the ground, panting. He had been attacked by dragons and had only just managed to escape. Contrary to the general wizard stereotype, he was young, maybe twenty, with brown hair loosely tied back into a ponytail. His silver robe was splattered with mud, and he drank deeply from a stream. His name was Raff, and he looked up sharply when a pixie riding a bird alighted on a branch near him.

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"I think I might be lost." A lithing voice pierced the eerie silence of the forest. The speaker was a man, or half a man. His top half was that of a well musculared, middle-aged man. Black hair fell to his shoulders, straight and healthy. The man's eyes were a brilliant brown, matched only by his mohogany brown skin.

His lower half was the unusual part. From the waist down his parts were pure draft horse. The hide that was stretched across his toned frame was almost the same color as his human pelt, rich brown. The feathers on his massive hooves were white, dulled by the dirt of long travels. His tail was black, long and tangled.

His name is Alistair of the T'kari clan. His tribal tattoos marked him as a clan general. His weaponry consisted of a quiver of arrows that hung from his waist, and a polished black bow slung around his broad shoulders.

Snorting he came to a halt, once again repeating his earlier comment. "I think I'm lost." He did not know that only seven strides to his left, a wizard and a pixie resided.

[Goosh]

"Greetings, friend." Raff raised his palms to show he was unarmed. "I'm afraid I am more lost than you, as I have never ventured into these forests. Perhaps the pixie could enlighten us."

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Startled, the centaur stomped a hind foot testingly. "Stand and deliver, what is your name wizard?" He swished his tail in an effort to control his warrior instincts, the wizard seemed nice enough, for a human. "Well my friend, perhaps that would be best." He stressed the word friend, centaurs never made friends with humans or likewise creatures. But, to understand your enemy, you must befriend your enemy. He would listen, Alistair was always good at that.

[Goosh]

"My name is Raff. What is yours, if I may inquire?" The wizard was friendly and made friends easily, but this centaur seemed aggressive. He was probably a warrior, and maybe a cheif from his markings.

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"Alistair Rashed, general of the T'kari clan." A moment of silence passed between them. "The honor of meeting you is mine, Raff." He bowed at the waist, only slightly. After all, he was still human.

[Shadaras]

"Stupid wizards," Lucifer grumbled. "They don't know their right from their left, with directions like these." The dragon was, to put it simply, lost. And to add insult to, well, insult, he was lost in a forest. A forest. He was a forest dragon, perfectly capable of navigating any forest!

Except, apparently, this one.

The feathers that covered his body were golden-brown, with green patterns and touches of dark brown around black eyes. Perfect camoflauge for any thick forest, especially when the little dragon kept to the canopy. Any who did see him thought he as an odd bird most of the time. But those who could sense magic could tell what he was right away.

Engrossed in his thoughts of what he'd do to the wizards who'd given him direction, Lucifer almost fell from the tree he was walking in when he heard what was unmistakably a centaurs voice say "I think I'm lost."

"You aren't the only one," he muttered, peering through the leaves down at the centaur. He spread his wings, floating down to where he could talk to these others. "Hello," he said, standing straight so that they'd have the best chance possible of seeing him. "Do any of you know what this forest is called?"

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Raising a surprisingly delicate brow, Alistair backed up a stride, allowing the dragon his space. "No, master dragon. I was just discussing this, but I'm sure we'll find out soon." By all the T'kari gods, it was the general's lucky day. It was considered good luck to see a dragon, the best of luck came to those who spoke with one of these powerful beings. "Might I inquire of your name?" He said politely, remembering his manners in time.

[Shadaras]

"Ah. That's a pity," Lucifer said, flying down so that he hovered at the centaurs eye level, staying near the edge of the trees where the shadows would hide the odd markings on his face, though they were hard to see even in bright light. "And my name is Lucifer." He shrugged. "Not that being named after a lord of light and darkness was exactly a good idea in my case."

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The centaur relaxed a litte, the dragon had a sense of humor. "Alistair of the T'kari clan. The honor of meeting you is mine, lord Lucifer." He turned in a circle, pivoting slowly. "I'm surprised I got this far without getting into a fight. Humans are always shocked to see a centaur, they just ready their spears and shoot." He snorted.

[Shadaras]

"I am no lord," Lucifer said, voice cold. "And you would do better not to name me one." He wondered why the centaur had named him a lord without evidence that he was, but shrugged it off. The centaur had been traveling from roughly the opposite direction he had been, so the culture of the centaurs where Alistair was from was bound to be different than those where he lived.

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Alistair decided to let that go, what did a dragon know of the centaur culture? "I meant no insult Lucifer." He shifted in place, his hooves stirring the dirt. "I'm going to find a way out, you two are welcome to come, though not obligated." With a small bow he saluted and wheeled, trotting away to find at least a stream and a place to rest his aching hooves.

[Shadaras]

"I know you did not," Lucifer said. "But I dislike the title, and being called by it remeinds me of things that should be left buried." Such as my oh so honored anscestor's memories. The centaur began to walk off, and lacking anything better to do, or anywhere better to go, Lucifer followed. If nothing else, the centaur would provide insight into the cultures across this blasted wood.

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the sound of wingbeats unnerved the general. He did not think that the dragon would follow. "If you don't mind my curiousity, how is it that you came to these woods?" He winced when he stepped on a rock, it wedged itself into the frog of his right front hoof. "Yakor curse it." He snapped, stopping he extended his leg, prying the stone out with black, hard fingernails. He tossed it away and put his foot down. "I hate that, but I refuse to wear those barbaric iron shoes. They're so...human."