Cutting Loose|Naurorod
Mar 13, 2008 15:59:38 GMT -5
Post by hisdivineshadow on Mar 13, 2008 15:59:38 GMT -5
Somewhere near the northern edge of the desert, a blast of thunder boomed across the sands, deafening in its intensity. Before the echoes had time to stop, it was followed by another, smaller, blast. And then they started coming in succession, quieter but much more rapid, like the most frenetic thunderstorm in history.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the thunder came not from lightning, but from flame. Elias Brandson was having fun, experimenting with the limits of his newly-restored abilities. Soon he shifted to making thin, hot jets of flame that whistled instead of boomed.
Once he felt he had the nuances down, he stopped to catch his breath, and wipe a bit of the sweat from his brow. Once he finished his breather, the twin-sign Fire cracked his knuckles, stretched, and started to really have fun.
Now the noise had a rhythm. Slowly at first, but moving to a quicker tempo as he gained confidence, Elias blended booming explosions, whistling bursts, and crackling waves of flame into something like music. It was far from a masterpiece, but he hadn't had much in the way of musical training, and he was just doing what he could to mimic a song he'd once learned from a bard.
Grinning ear to ear, knowing he was going to burn himself out before long and not much caring, he started to stomp his foot against the sand, and was soon dancing in time to the music, doing a patently silly little jig. After months of being locked up, his signs covered, unable to do so much as light a candle, it felt wonderful to cut loose like this. Besides, it's not like there was anyone around to see or care . . .
(( Anyone that wants to toss a character into the area, go right ahead. ))
There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the thunder came not from lightning, but from flame. Elias Brandson was having fun, experimenting with the limits of his newly-restored abilities. Soon he shifted to making thin, hot jets of flame that whistled instead of boomed.
Once he felt he had the nuances down, he stopped to catch his breath, and wipe a bit of the sweat from his brow. Once he finished his breather, the twin-sign Fire cracked his knuckles, stretched, and started to really have fun.
Now the noise had a rhythm. Slowly at first, but moving to a quicker tempo as he gained confidence, Elias blended booming explosions, whistling bursts, and crackling waves of flame into something like music. It was far from a masterpiece, but he hadn't had much in the way of musical training, and he was just doing what he could to mimic a song he'd once learned from a bard.
Grinning ear to ear, knowing he was going to burn himself out before long and not much caring, he started to stomp his foot against the sand, and was soon dancing in time to the music, doing a patently silly little jig. After months of being locked up, his signs covered, unable to do so much as light a candle, it felt wonderful to cut loose like this. Besides, it's not like there was anyone around to see or care . . .
(( Anyone that wants to toss a character into the area, go right ahead. ))