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[Arakad]

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Silently the dark paladin made his way up the rattan ladder of the forest haven within the tree tops, taking note of the peacefulness of the land, the faeries danced amongst the tree tops and the roofs of the Meer houses.

Quietly, he made his way across the vine wrapped wooden bridge and walk way to his destination, coming to a small hut surrounded by trees and potted poppie plants.

Arakad slid quietly up to the dry wood wall of the alchemy hut, bracing his back as he leaned his head over to peer and see if any were inside.

There, standing by the window, stood an old meer, dressed in the finest silver and brocaded gold robes and cloaks, holding a hand over a orfluer flower as a small shower of rain came through the opening of the wall. Floating just outside the window was a female fairie, twirling with arms in the air as the rain sparkled around it.

"There we go... they look much healthier now, don't they Rael?" The old meer grumbled out through a rough tone of voice as the small fey twirled upside down with its legs kicking the air, placing its face against the petal of one of the flowers. "Don't you think so as well, Arakad?"

Not even half startled that his presence was noticed, the man slid to a stand in the opening, bringing a gloved hand to his kasa and fliping it up with two fingers, the candle light danced with the sigil glyphs that outlined his face.

"Venerable Master, forgive this intrusion, I was just... restless and decided to take a walk..." - quietly, the paladin made his way into the cabin, stepping over candles and ceremonial stones to come standing in the center of a ritual circle "Are you... planning somthing.. sire? Or just doing some preparing?"

With movements swift as the air itself, the eternal turned from the flower bed to a group of bottles and a stone bowl upon a log table, bottles of all manner of liquids, looking like a rainbow of colors... all those of nature and then some. You did come here alone this time didn't you? Or have you a drow tagging by your side again?"

"I truely appologize for her abruptness and any aggression she may have shown you, what are you ... working on, Sayarujoh"

"She, your drow female, had asked for a very destructive spell, one she could not fathomly imagine the power of. But another that had come by requested something... else. The eternal, Sayarujoh, paced from one end of the table, picking up one bottle to empty it in the stone bowl only to drop it back upon the table to pick up another.

"Just as there is the decay spells... The eternal made a gesture towards the plants with one hand "There are many spells for creation as well. Magical powers that have not been openly utilized for perhaps hundreds of years. To correct a mistake one must first realize the forces of nature and the universe, astral energy combined with the temporal equations that work in creation just as they do in destruction.

"Uhm... right..." Arakad muttered scratchng the back of his neck with a gloved hand "...I knew there was a reason I didn't join the mystic cast."

"But still you practice a rudiment form of magic". Sayarujoh broke in on the sentence.

"I didn't join any of the "casts" if you remember correctly, Venerable One. I did help with those that continue to follow the ways of the Shadow Hunters. Even the Humans have learned a form of this..They call them Paladins."

"Always looking for some sort of cause aren't you, young Arakad. Your "Dragoons" are but a copy of the Shadow Hunters, why don't you put your efforts where they are really needed, in helping this land grow?" Sayarujoh placed the final bottle beside the bowl, picking up a silver spoon he began to stir the contents counter clockwise, his back still facing the paladin.

"Sayarujoh; tell me then how is this liquid you are working on, suppose to correct a grave wrong done in the past?" Arakad walked out of the circle to stand beside the eternal, picking up a light blue crystal flask, recently drained of its contents.

The eternal didn't give any word as it turned, facing the flowers that sat beneath the window, floating across the flower tops with toes gently dancing upon the petals, the fairie Rael twirled over the plants with careless ease. "Your youth is still old for a Human and young for a Meer, yet you are still irrational...I do wish you had inherited your mothers sense of patience."

"Yes, Venerable Master, I am very insulant.. and you dance around my questions? Arakad turned, the kamishimo over his body twirling with him flowing in the breeze of the tree tops.

"Where in our conversation did I say what I was working on here, was for anything to do that the Druids were wanting?" Sayarujoh spoke under his breath as he slowly poured the liquid over the plants, each bud un-bloomed opened in full glory, and those already in bloom seemed to almost glisten with invigorating life "Ah... this will do... I wonder how this will affect the dead woods".

"Sayarujoh, did you just say that the Druids were wanting somthing from you? Did Maelwyn manage to pull you into helping her with somthing? They weren't in trouble were they?" The bottle in hand, the crystal began to crack as Arakad tightened his grip.

"So worked up over a bunch of humans and elves? We help where we are needed as always. We are not going to participate with another kin that does not deserve our attention." The eternal gave a shrug, turning its attention to lighting candles upon the matted floor.

"You sanctimonious holier than thou bastard. Sayarujoh you may be old, you may be glowing and powerful, but you are far from a God. One of these days..."

"One of these days what? Some small human is going to take my life? Perhaps that Drow will come back?" The Eternal gave a smirk as it turned its back to Arakad, and returned to the flowers.

Arakad gave a low bow of his head, holding in the animal like growls that wanted to come forth. The paladin had chosen his path, he would remain in Lakeshire. But many things will have to change before there could be true peace amongst the races. Turning on his heals, Arakad walked outside of the hut. On the winds as he began to walk back down the wooden ladder, the paladin could almost swear he heard the voice of the eternal whisper "Becareful, Shadow Hunter, whom you befriend.

Muttering under his breath Arakad continued his walk to Sacrifice, he would travel from the shrine to Yew, he would visit the Druids and see if he could lend aid where the Eternal had refused to.