The season had not been essentially good for Tallia; reduced visibility, harsher movement, her footprints leaving her tracks behind—all beset her usually stealthy approach. Not to mention, the cold had practically permeated her body and slowed her down, despite her best intentions to keep it out. Though, with the feeble cloak that she had, there was not much to be done... She sneezed lightly, cursing the season's "blessings" as she readjusted her cloak over her face and body.
Despite the downsides to the current situation, Tallia was determined to attend to this gathering; she had been about her travels when a messenger bird had found her, somehow. The letter it held, if anything, filled her heart to the brim with glee, and she had set off to venture towards the location at once. It had been a couple of days since then, but, she would travel to the ends of the earth to see them again... Throwing any caution to the wind to finally relax and enjoy the time with her long-time friends, she walked up the steps, curiously untouched by the snow, and knocked on the door to the cabin.
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Serenity chuckled and feigned offense at Margrett's accusation. She took a moment to recall the ring of her friend's voice on her ear, having not heard it in so long.
"I prefer to think of it as remodeling." then she hugged her, "It's so good to see you again. Your journey must have been far given how long it took the raven to return."
The Lady did not in fact know where Margrett had been all this time, but that wasn't necessary for the messenger birds of Highever who were given an enchantment that allowed them to seek out the recipient if the sender had no clue of their location. It's something of a complicated process that I'm sure you'd be thankful not to read about.
"I was saddened to learn that you left your post in my recent endeavors to Wistvale, and surprised that the city hadn't burned to the ground when you did." she said after parting from her.
With a twist on the heel, Serenity led Margrett inside, "May I offer you some tea? I have a kettle brewing."
The place was apparently larger than it appeared to be from the outside. The women entered a rather spacious hall with a large table in the middle and the stone hearth.
"This used to be a Howle scout outpost during the clan war. Nowadays it serves as my little getaway when I require the comfort of the wilderness."
The hall's usage was evident by the war items still stacked around; on the table was a dated map of the area along with wooden pieces resembling infantry; along the walls were several mounts of beasts, including a rather vicious wolf above the fireplace; and two bow racks settled on the far wall opposite of the fire.
Serenity walked between two large arm chairs before tending to the tea pot, "Won't you have a seat? I can show you to your room in a moment if you'd like to rest."
Even with the weather as it is, Serenity felt her face tint with red and her chest elated when she saw her friend. It had been a long time since she had seen the blue warrior, Margrett. It seemed as if they parted only yesterday as memories of their adventured began to filter in Serenity's mind.
She nodded with a wide smile on her face after the bow. Wanting her friends to reach her sooner, the Lady quickly thought a way to do just that. Calling upon her magics once more, Serenity felt the earth at the tips of her fingers as she crafted shape in her mind. The trembling of the ground responded to her will.
"Hah!" The mage shouted as she let out another burst of power scurry across the ground. The snow that covered the trail flew up into the air as it cracked and bent under Serenity's magic. Margrett could feel the earth shake under her before taking on its new shape.
Earthen steps had formed beginning from where Margrett stood and to the top of the hill where the cabin was.
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The warrior flicked the brim of her hat, shaking some snow off of it, taking a moment to allow herself a shiver. The winter home sat at the top of the hill, glowing faintly in a rather friendly manner.
Of course it would be like them to build it on top of a hill.
She huffed and pulled her cloak around herself tighter. It had been a while since she'd been in the area...easily a year, though she looked five years older. She wasn't entirely sure how Serenity's invitation had found her, where she was. There had been a few steps taken to hide where she'd went, and what she was doing, but damn if the mage hadn't made all that irrelevant.
The lights grew brighter as she approached, picking out the outline of Serenity on the large porch. She slipped off her hat, taking a low bow and continuing on.
A white blanket draped over the mountain side, covering near all the green and brown of the earth. Instead, a bluish hue lightly washed over the frozen ground reflecting the afternoon sky with white spires shooting upward. Little puffs of snow fell gaily as they rode on the whiffs of biting wind that spun around the trees.
Up the bitter trail was a wood cabin with a stone hearth. It stood as a beacon to the weary traveler who trekked up the belly of the mountain. One could almost feel the warmth of the fire by the smoke trailing from the chimney and the sensation of hot food on the throat. It was larger than your typical wild home, almost as big a city home you'd find in the wealthy quarter.
It was no surprise, as this was one of several halls belonging to the Howle family of Highever. Wanting to make the time to relax from her days in the city, and adventuring, the Lady Veronica Howle, better known to her friends as Serenity, invited a few long time friends to spend a week with her to enjoy the hearth against the bitter cold.
The Lady sported a white fur coat, made from a fox native to this region, and black fur boots. Specks of snow peppered her attire and hair as she stood out on the porch looking out for her companions.
"Oh, this blasted wind..." Serenity cursed as a gust blew hair into her face. Taking a moment to concentrate, the caster began to gather power before expelling a veil around her creating a brief calm from the wind's activity. Several trees around the cabin let go of their burden as the wind veil hit them, allowing for large plops of snow to fall haphazardly.
I understand completely. Unfortunatly my job took away alot of the time I was able to spend here. But I will continue to check back from time to time to see if there is anything going on that i can join in on.
It was a pleasure getting to see old friends again and to make new ones. I hope to get to game with you again soon.
Well, the cbox has expired (it costs money to have it all nifty) and whilst I check just about daily, it looks like no one is stopping bye anymore. Not that I blame them, I haven't been active in oh... months?
Every once in a while I mull over the idea of writing, but if it is to happen, it looks like it will have to be elsewhere.
Thank you all for your patronage. If our journey has taught me anything, it is that we'll all end up doing this again some time. I'd like to think I might be a guest in someone else's world, perhaps.
I am not locking the doors. I still think about finishing the system revamp, at least. Who knows, I may release a pen and paper version some time and make it open source.
Again, thank you. Stay in touch. I'll be lurking about, no doubt.
The hulking smith had everybody seeing the scene convinced that they would see somebody's blood more than soon, even those who knew about the show the metal and the leather worker performed regularly. The sun was still rising past the rooftops, and the light that shone into the alley more from the side than from above made the dust and dirt visible that was hammered from the street everytime one of the smith's feet beat against it. His eyes and mouth wide open, the hairs of his beard waving up and down, his sword seemed to be frozen at excatly the same hight and positioning above its holder, just zooming in at alarming speed.
Seeing this comforted Alexander, although this may seem strange. Despite Orff's behavior otherwise, he did not actually want to harm his friend. Thus, he was giving him enough time to read his attack. Even without their experience in combating eachother, the leather worker would know exactly what to do to dodge the upcoming blow. And that he did, dragging his bidenhander along in his lazy, minimalistic fighting style. He knew that later on he would have to do something spectacular; but while the crowd was still assembling itself, there was no need to get worked up. As he dodged forward past the smith, Orff's broadsword slashed though the nearby table like it was hot butter. Before the table could collapse, Alexander pushed him onto it from behind, igniting a more dramatic scene.
Alexander looked around as Orff got back onto his feet, throwing pieces of chipped wood around for the hell of it. He found it astonishing, everytime, how easy it was to draw crowds in this place. Already about twenty people had gathered to observe the fight, even if some of them knew it wasn't real. About the same number was approaching quickly, as well as another equal count running into the alley on the first enthusiastic morning rush. The other merchants understood that this was good for their own business as well, so they supported it, just as long as the fights didn't become too popular to endanger them. But so far it was simply the new thing to see in Armor Alley.
Izz ran the last short distance to play her part in the event's dramatization. She tried not to get to close and stay out of harms way, but she did have to get near enough to see halfway clearly what was really happening. She put on a face of dispair and cried out as loud as she could, "Please, do not harm him! It's not worth somebody getting killed!"
The two men smiled at eachother and knew that they were thinking up the same twist, just to have a little fun with the girl. Orff yelled out in a bloodthirsty, martialistic voice, "No, little girl. You cannot protect him this time. He has gone too far! This boy deserves to perish at my blade. I have forged this sword myself and it is one of my finest pieces. It serves this one purpose and will cut through him just as easily as it sliced through this solid wooden table here!" The smith pointed to the table, that in fact was just a dusty relict found in the back of his workshop a day before. Every stick could have broken it. He held up the sword he was talking about for everybody even in the back rows to see. He hoped he could sell it at a higher price after this was over.
Alexander laughed at him and made similar praising remarks about his leather armor that would protect him even from the sharpest blades. They continued to fight and eventually Izz actually believed they were fighting for real this time, even though a reason for the fight was never mentioned. She cried and screamed her lungs out, attracting ever more onlookers into the street. Luna stood in the leather workshop, watching the scene from the shadows. Immediately, her brain was figuring out a way to profit from the spontanious change of plans. She felt sorry for Izz, who was expecting another chain of events after her arrival, but she would agree once she got her fair share handed out.
While the two men fought and the viewers were astonished by their professional combat, Luna prepared some simple trinkets, pieces of leather hanging on a thread along with the remaining garbage she found on the workshop's floor. When she had two finished on the go, she walked outside with them. Her appearance was hardly noticable to the crowd that was causing quite a commotion by itself already, but Orff instantly let off from the attack when he saw her. Alexander sinked on one knee and pretended exhaustion. Orff spat on his arm, "Argh, I can't kill you in the sight of this girl. She's breaking my heart! Tell her to stop it! You got lucky again, tanner."
Luna smiled, walked between the three in the crowd's encircling and raised a handfan to get the people's attention.
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She started dancin' real slow, like she was puttin' on a show.
Wet sweat was pourin' off her skin, her body made me wanna sin.
Right then my buzz was kickin' in, she had a devil's grin.
She looked me in the eye and said: You give me the urge!
To do a little day drinkin'
A little bit of love makin'
A whole lot of world shakin'
'Cause it's never too late to get low down dirty!
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Low Down Dirty