Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2018 16:45:50 GMT -5
Deslegrate et intervalia. This was the magical incantation that activated the magical phoenix gate and transported the warrior Varian Black of Avalon or as he called himself Leather Wing in a ball of magical flame from his new home in Cite de la Cloche into a brand new world and more specifically in front of a large dark castle covered in vines and stone gargoyles like those of the magical island of Avalon except these gargoyles did not seem to be alive due to the fact that it was night and they were still stone.
As Varian exited the portal of flame which lit up the night sky he spread out his large wings to catch the rather cold current of wind and used it to glide down to the ground below him while slipping the phoenix gate into the leather pouch hooked to his right side. As Varian touched down at the bottom of the castle's entry stairway he flexed his wings before using the small claws on the tops of them to hook them to the back's of his armors shoulder guards so that they hung like a large cape. Once that was done Varian climbed the stairs and pressed his claws to the door and slowly pushed it open so that he may gain entry. As he walked inside the warrior took note of the torn tapestries and rugs as well as the inherent magic that filled the air much like it did his own home causing him to become cautious.
"There was sorcery here no doubt about it. Either the castle is empty or something very wrong and very bad took place."
As Varian spoke his thick Scottish accent seemed to echo through the empty entry way of the castle. Despite the rather depressing feel of the place it reminded the young human gargoyle of King Oberon's own castle. If anyone was still living here he needed to find them and find out what transpired here. This place seemed like a prime target for the heartless and that wasn't good.
"Hello!? Is anyone here? I do not mean to intrude upon your home. I believe I was sent here to be of assistance."
As Varian waited for an answer he thought about one of the phrases that his mentors made sure to always repeat whenever Varian thought of leaving the island which he always said aloud.
"Avalon's magic doesn't send ye where you want to go,but where you need to be."
credit to nat of adoxography.