Home at Last............

[ElvenNimruin]

Breathing in gently as his hand was placed firmly upon the lower part of his head. He leaned against a giant oak tree that he found during his adventure through the Vast forest. The forest laid on the outshirts of the Kingdom of Ulster, in which he served. As he looked up into the morning sky the light emanated from it in many glittering colors. The light braced upon his face as the warmth that it gave off comsumed his body. He always did enjoy the fragile light of morning. Naturally he was a Drow and most of his kind rebuked any kind of light, but he was different. He had learned to take things as they come and as they are. He could think of no other place to be than in the fresh air of this forest, in which he now called home. As he slowly crepted up to his feet he left his black staff leaning against the tree. His white robes shined against another tree, as it was hanging on a branch. Not feeling the need to wear his wizard wardrobe today, he settled on wearing his loose white shirt and his long dark pants. He wore no shoes, for the ground on that he stood gave him a certain strength that his shoes would surely diminish. His Drow cloak, Piwafwi, was hanging off a rather strong branch. He knew he had to move it for as the sun stroke his magic drow cloths their power would seem to fade, than their power diminished at the touch of light. For it was the sun that bested many Drow kind from assaulted the higher kingdoms. He on the otherhand enjoyed the light as his goddess Eilistraee was not afraid of it. Shaking his head, leaves fell gently off his head and proceeded to the ground. Smiling as that always happens, he decided to continue he work. Slowly turning around, he began gathering many yards of rope, which he collected the previously night, and began to tie them around the trees. He never enjoyed the destruction of trees, so he decided to build a house around them. He rather enjoyed the shade that the trees provide and the freshness that he can only receive in this enviorment. He began building his little lodging almost immediately after he had awaken each morning. He used wood that was already torn down and being sold in the kingdom of Ulster. He collected many of his supplies that way. As he moved gracefully around tree branches and thin tree limps he began to shape his house. Vines covered much of the house, for it gave it a sort of hidden look about to it. Seeing how he has been working on his own house for many days, he smiled to himself. It was almost complete. The houses foundation connected around many mass trees, as long thick poles held the cottage up in the air. Going Directly through his house laid the huge oak tree he had found. He seemed to communicate with its being and thought he could build around it. Sweat dripped off his Dark Elven features as he effortlessly twisted and balanced his body on all sorts of branches, trying to fix little patches in the house. His small size and rather impressive speed and strength gave him the edge he needed. Of course, he could have used magic to build the house, but that would not have seem fair to his muscles. As he stood on a thin branch staring at his house he smile. His smile reflected his pride that he had just gained. He knew he had built this little house out of nothing but wood, vines, and rope. the fact that he didn't have to hurt a single tree made him joyous. He noticed that heat was radiating from his body as he stood watching his house. His mind was at ease but his bulging muscles were strictly tired. He had never felt this ache before as he used to train extensively in melee combat for many years of his life, but somehow this new life tired him. The fact that he was two hundred and nighty-nine years old didn't help him either, but he looked as if he was not over the age of twenty-six. Seeing how his white shirt was no longer white and his dark pants contained tiny rips he decided that he was done for good with the house. It was complete. He walked slowly to the house, using the light branches as a walkway. As he was about to desend into the house one of his white brows tilted upwards as he proclaimed......."Finally I am home at last.

ArchWizard
NimRuin