Lady Jane
Senior Member
Atlantis was in a state of disarray, but its beauty was unquestionable. Spires of varying height rose above the streets and housed shops and residential quarters.They reached impressive heights, but the dome over the city reached higher. It looked like a recreation of a sky, complete with a focal point of light much like a sun. The material that built the city was of a shifting mother-of-pearl color, with pinks, greens, and blues intertwining among each other beneath the surface, moving as if the city itself breathed. Runic carvings covered every square inch of the place. Their purpose was as intricate as they were diverse; everything from breathable air to irrigation to lighting. The air was comfortably warm and smelled vaguely of lilacs and cinnamon; one could almost forget the sub-zero temperatures outside. A soft glow lit every square inch of the place. Not a shadow was in sight.
The sounds of the City was magical, in every sense of the word. The stones themselves that made up its structure sang a background melody of harmonizing low hums and high tinkling bells. That was nearly overpowered by the esoteric chant of the Elves. The City Guard stood watch over the diplomatic proceedings, silent and watchful, but the rest of the population busied themselves all around the City. As they chanted, the cracks in the City structure, damaged after their unexpected trans-dimensional journey, began to mend as if their song willed it. As they wove their spells, most of them stole furtive glances at the group from Delta, and only partially because they were a strange group by Earth standards.
A keen eye would notice a young Elf openly staring at them with a look of excited wonder. That stopped only for a moment when his superior scolded him and the kid turned back to his work. For a moment. But even as he rejoined his voice in a spellcasting chant that went on around the city, he never stopped smiling as he watched the people from Delta.
They stood within the vast courtyard of the City. Opposite them stood a delegation of Elves. They were tall, their average height at about six feet five inches, most of them with willowy builds. Their hair ranged in color from a deep raven black to ice white, and everything in between. In that matter, they were much like humans. But it was their eyes that were different. For one thing, they were spaced just far enough apart to appear alien and give anyone used to Human proportions a double-take. The eyes themselves were pastel colors, the same pink, purple, and green seen in their home’s architecture. Their clothing reflected that as well. They were dressed traditionally, in robes that flowed over the shoulders, loosely covering their arms and falling nearly to the floor. Their clothing wasn't uniform; there were slight style differences like one would expect of Earth clothing.
There were six in the delegation, each adorned with varying jewelry or tattoo markings. Rio'kir stood in front, taller than the rest, with surprisingly broad shoulders. By sheer size, he was the most imposing. He wore metal bracers each depicting a humanoid creature with its arms crossed in salute over its chest. Beside him was a scarlet-haired Elf with her hair in an elaborate up-do. She wore earrings shaped like silver dragons holding small gems that shifted colors in a pattern between black, white, light blue, green, red, and a sapphire color. Her clothing was patterned with elaborate designs that also reflected those colors. She regarded them much like one would a spider found in the kitchen sink--though that broke momentarily in favor of astonishment when Oroborous came through the portal. Rio'kir, by contrast, beheld them with a stoic expression.
The others eyed them with varying levels of curiosity. All except one. He had nearly translucent white hair and purple eyes, and a smile that carried a hint of malice. A tattoo of a small child clung to his exposed forearm. A second glance showed that 'child' to be a Fae.
Sam and Rio'kir exchanged deep, polite nods. "Greetings, and welcome to Atlantis. The impact of this momentous occasion is not lost on us, despite the circumstances under which we find ourselves. I am Rio'kir, Chancellor of the Elves, master of the Element of Earth."
The red-haired Elf spoke. Her accent was heavy, and it took a moment to understand her. "I am Ayla, Light Mage, and Archmage of Atlantis."
The others introduced themselves. One, a female that bore a tattoo with wispy blue tendrils that resolved into a nymph-like figure said, "I am Rania, Water Mage."
"I am Alinar, Fire Mage." She had ear cuffs that edged the tip of his long, pointed ears. They looked like a creature similar to a squid, formed out of a material that was vibrant red.
"I am Venali, Air Mage," That one had a pendant around his neck that depicted a creature that appeared much like a gryphon.
"I am Laeroth, Dark Mage," said the creepy one with the unnerving smile.
For most of the delegation, chances were that was all the English they knew. At least they seemed willing to make that concession, to open the proceedings in a language unfamiliar to them.
"I am Samantha Clive, Director of the Delta Division," Sam said, giving the same courtesy of introducing herself in the others' language. She nodded to the others, waiting for them to introduce themselves.
"I am Meralise, Gifted of Arlethae, with the power to understand others." She also introduced herself in Elvin.
Jay attempted Elvin, but gave up quickly. "I'm Jay Allison. I bend space to teleport. It's good to see some of you again after the fight with Kronos."
Drake repeated Jayson's comment in fluent Elvin, then continued with his introduction. "I am Drake Hacherobei, well versed in the knowledge of Earth's technology, and possessing the ability to manipulate gravity and magnetic fields." His quick eyes glanced in the direction of the Dark Mage, but he said nothing.
In keeping with the established pattern, it seemed it was left to the others to introduce themselves.
The sounds of the City was magical, in every sense of the word. The stones themselves that made up its structure sang a background melody of harmonizing low hums and high tinkling bells. That was nearly overpowered by the esoteric chant of the Elves. The City Guard stood watch over the diplomatic proceedings, silent and watchful, but the rest of the population busied themselves all around the City. As they chanted, the cracks in the City structure, damaged after their unexpected trans-dimensional journey, began to mend as if their song willed it. As they wove their spells, most of them stole furtive glances at the group from Delta, and only partially because they were a strange group by Earth standards.
A keen eye would notice a young Elf openly staring at them with a look of excited wonder. That stopped only for a moment when his superior scolded him and the kid turned back to his work. For a moment. But even as he rejoined his voice in a spellcasting chant that went on around the city, he never stopped smiling as he watched the people from Delta.
They stood within the vast courtyard of the City. Opposite them stood a delegation of Elves. They were tall, their average height at about six feet five inches, most of them with willowy builds. Their hair ranged in color from a deep raven black to ice white, and everything in between. In that matter, they were much like humans. But it was their eyes that were different. For one thing, they were spaced just far enough apart to appear alien and give anyone used to Human proportions a double-take. The eyes themselves were pastel colors, the same pink, purple, and green seen in their home’s architecture. Their clothing reflected that as well. They were dressed traditionally, in robes that flowed over the shoulders, loosely covering their arms and falling nearly to the floor. Their clothing wasn't uniform; there were slight style differences like one would expect of Earth clothing.
There were six in the delegation, each adorned with varying jewelry or tattoo markings. Rio'kir stood in front, taller than the rest, with surprisingly broad shoulders. By sheer size, he was the most imposing. He wore metal bracers each depicting a humanoid creature with its arms crossed in salute over its chest. Beside him was a scarlet-haired Elf with her hair in an elaborate up-do. She wore earrings shaped like silver dragons holding small gems that shifted colors in a pattern between black, white, light blue, green, red, and a sapphire color. Her clothing was patterned with elaborate designs that also reflected those colors. She regarded them much like one would a spider found in the kitchen sink--though that broke momentarily in favor of astonishment when Oroborous came through the portal. Rio'kir, by contrast, beheld them with a stoic expression.
The others eyed them with varying levels of curiosity. All except one. He had nearly translucent white hair and purple eyes, and a smile that carried a hint of malice. A tattoo of a small child clung to his exposed forearm. A second glance showed that 'child' to be a Fae.
Sam and Rio'kir exchanged deep, polite nods. "Greetings, and welcome to Atlantis. The impact of this momentous occasion is not lost on us, despite the circumstances under which we find ourselves. I am Rio'kir, Chancellor of the Elves, master of the Element of Earth."
The red-haired Elf spoke. Her accent was heavy, and it took a moment to understand her. "I am Ayla, Light Mage, and Archmage of Atlantis."
The others introduced themselves. One, a female that bore a tattoo with wispy blue tendrils that resolved into a nymph-like figure said, "I am Rania, Water Mage."
"I am Alinar, Fire Mage." She had ear cuffs that edged the tip of his long, pointed ears. They looked like a creature similar to a squid, formed out of a material that was vibrant red.
"I am Venali, Air Mage," That one had a pendant around his neck that depicted a creature that appeared much like a gryphon.
"I am Laeroth, Dark Mage," said the creepy one with the unnerving smile.
For most of the delegation, chances were that was all the English they knew. At least they seemed willing to make that concession, to open the proceedings in a language unfamiliar to them.
"I am Samantha Clive, Director of the Delta Division," Sam said, giving the same courtesy of introducing herself in the others' language. She nodded to the others, waiting for them to introduce themselves.
"I am Meralise, Gifted of Arlethae, with the power to understand others." She also introduced herself in Elvin.
Jay attempted Elvin, but gave up quickly. "I'm Jay Allison. I bend space to teleport. It's good to see some of you again after the fight with Kronos."
Drake repeated Jayson's comment in fluent Elvin, then continued with his introduction. "I am Drake Hacherobei, well versed in the knowledge of Earth's technology, and possessing the ability to manipulate gravity and magnetic fields." His quick eyes glanced in the direction of the Dark Mage, but he said nothing.
In keeping with the established pattern, it seemed it was left to the others to introduce themselves.
