Post by Judas D'arc on Mar 20, 2018 18:12:16 GMT -5
They called her Luna. City of light, city of paladins, city of greed. Her sandstone walls were loosely reminiscent of his native Magincia, but such comparisons ceased beyond the surface. In old Magincia, wealth never invalidated the importance of good breeding, but in Luna, while coins flowed freely and in abundance, dignity seemed the rarest of resources, unavailable at any price on its multitude of vendors.
It was also a poor choice for hiding. Brightly lit, wide-open spaces, and hungry eyes on the constant hunt for the cheapest of bargains. Those such as himself, who choose not to adorn themselves in shades of hideous neon or ugly robes patterned after an errant Time Lord or an illogically-redeemed monarch, were easily noticed. A hefty bribe to one of the local paladins, supposedly a nephew of the local Mayor Gorrow, was required to conceal his presence until a more surreptitious escape could be arranged.
And so he traveled eastwards, cloaked in a particularly blinding mix of bright greens and blues, just another wanderer in the Crystal Fens of Malas. In Luna, he had heard tell of isolated areas in the mountains that seemed the ideal place to avoid his pursuers. Until present concerns were settled for good, if such a thing was even possible.
His pace was quick, yet not at the expense of caution, as he avoided the large insects and elemental creatures that populated the strange, crystalline forest. Instead, it was an arrow that thwarted his path, nearly grazing his ear as it flew past his head.
He froze with a loud gasp, and after a few moments, slowly turned to face the shooter. “Oh, poo.” She was tall and lean with light blonde hair, and her light eyes regarded him with the same look of contempt that her late father always had for him. “Erollisi, my favorite of nieces! What an odd coincidence, I was just on my way to see you --”
With her bow still raised, she closed the distance between them. “Shut it, Oswin.”
Before he could devise a response, they both noticed three figures swiftly approaching from the west. They were clad in dark brown leathers and brandished crossbows.
“Double poo.” Oswin quietly sighed.
“Where’s the damn gem, Stower?!” Their leader demanded.
“That’s actually quite the amusing anecdote --”
“We don’t want to hear it. The gem, Oswin.”
Erollisi stepped in front of her uncle. “Wait yer turn, I saw ‘im first.”
The lead scout glanced back at his two compatriots. “Shoot to wound.”
And that was when all the shooting started ...
To Be Continued ... In Game
It was also a poor choice for hiding. Brightly lit, wide-open spaces, and hungry eyes on the constant hunt for the cheapest of bargains. Those such as himself, who choose not to adorn themselves in shades of hideous neon or ugly robes patterned after an errant Time Lord or an illogically-redeemed monarch, were easily noticed. A hefty bribe to one of the local paladins, supposedly a nephew of the local Mayor Gorrow, was required to conceal his presence until a more surreptitious escape could be arranged.
And so he traveled eastwards, cloaked in a particularly blinding mix of bright greens and blues, just another wanderer in the Crystal Fens of Malas. In Luna, he had heard tell of isolated areas in the mountains that seemed the ideal place to avoid his pursuers. Until present concerns were settled for good, if such a thing was even possible.
His pace was quick, yet not at the expense of caution, as he avoided the large insects and elemental creatures that populated the strange, crystalline forest. Instead, it was an arrow that thwarted his path, nearly grazing his ear as it flew past his head.
He froze with a loud gasp, and after a few moments, slowly turned to face the shooter. “Oh, poo.” She was tall and lean with light blonde hair, and her light eyes regarded him with the same look of contempt that her late father always had for him. “Erollisi, my favorite of nieces! What an odd coincidence, I was just on my way to see you --”
With her bow still raised, she closed the distance between them. “Shut it, Oswin.”
Before he could devise a response, they both noticed three figures swiftly approaching from the west. They were clad in dark brown leathers and brandished crossbows.
“Double poo.” Oswin quietly sighed.
“Where’s the damn gem, Stower?!” Their leader demanded.
“That’s actually quite the amusing anecdote --”
“We don’t want to hear it. The gem, Oswin.”
Erollisi stepped in front of her uncle. “Wait yer turn, I saw ‘im first.”
The lead scout glanced back at his two compatriots. “Shoot to wound.”
And that was when all the shooting started ...
To Be Continued ... In Game
