Storm of Feathers (renown) (private)
Nov 6, 2022 8:03:59 GMT -5
Post by Vasilia on Nov 6, 2022 8:03:59 GMT -5
Storm of Feathers
The journey to Crescent Isle was never a smooth one for Vasilia and whenever she had to step foot on a boat she sighed. The crossing had been one of trying to feel less sick and to keep her mind on the mission. When she reached the other side, she had found it quite a distance to the location of the harpy attacks. Luckily she had managed to hitch a ride with a trader going that way along the coastal road and he was happy for her protection in regards to the Harpy's. At this point Vasilia imagined how easy this might have been if she had an aerial mount. She remembered seeing them when she was small, large powerful birds of prey...those huge eagles. With one of them this could have been so much easier. Travelling along the ground was for peasants and she vowed at some point, to travel much faster. With a large powerful flying beast she'd never need to use a boat again.
As the trader's caravan came to a stop not far from he beaches where the local people were sighting harpy's regularly and getting attacked Vasilia disembarked. She remarked how nice it was to have her boots back on firm ground and be able to walk freely again without motion or distraction from the ups and downs of the waves. The area was incredibly sandy and rolling dunes fell around the beach in all directions. The trader would move in land now away from the sea and danger. She wondered where these Harpy's were coming from.
She was dressed ready for what would come. Her long grey boots that came over her knees were great for moving and well used. Encapsulating her legs were her tight black leggings and then an entanglement of leather helped to shield her more vital areas. Above all of this she wore her short cloak that came to her waist and more material around her arms and hands to help grip. She looked down at her black gloves and admitted they were starting to show age and would soon need replacing. Having been working in the wild had taken its tolls on her clothing and a shopping trip to Eclipse City would soon be in order. Perhaps she would also pick up some light armour whilst there to complement her limited attire. She needed flexibility above all. Speed was her greatest offence and defence in the majority of situations.
As she walked around the front of the caravan she bid the mule driver farewell and stepped over a bridge towards the settlement beyond. Curiously there was an old man who seemed blind and dishevelled standing at a large stone. He seemed to hear the sound of her boots on the stone cobbles as she approached. Either side of the man were large dunes and this seemed the only passage. He seemed to taste the air with his tongue as his right hand shook a little holding a wooden walking stick.
“I can hear you woman...I would ask you go no further unless you risk the wrath of Harpy creatures.” he said to her as he looked blankly in front and not at her. The grayness of his eyes were an indicator of his blindness.
“You mistake me old man for just another woman...I am here to help solve your Harpy problem...I am one of the answers to your messages sent out to all corners of the Moonglade for help” she replied as she kept walking close. He muttered something and thought about this a few seconds. She was tempted to show him a piece of worn scroll, but he wouldn't be able to see it.
“How did you know I was a woman?” she asked curiously. His hand then went up to his nose and tapped it gently.
“The sweet smell of that perfume would be a sign few could miss and let me say, I am glad...we had another party come by yesterday, but they were not successful in defeating those winged banshees...I swore after they were nailed we wouldn't have any more triers” said the man.
“Well they chose poorly in coming this way...now will you let me pass old man. More is at stake than a few fisherman and their homes” she said impatiently.
“Indeed...a lot of other activities take place around here for which isolation is suited...I imagine those boots were not bought through what could be considered honest dealings...eh?” he said with a chuckle.
“What you don't know can't hurt you...besides its not as if you are not reaping the benefits now of you're villages connections...you realise I have come from Luna Inlet?” she said in a playful tone back to the man.
“Oh yes...we do get help when we ask...in fact there is another due here today...you will not need to deal with this threat alone...” he said in a determined way.
“What? You mean you don't think I could accomplish this old man?” she asked amused. The she-elf believed he couldn't be serious.
“I'm sure your more than capable of accomplishing anything you set your mind to...but the odds will be better if you have a little extra support. These Harpy's can be ruthless and I'm sure they'll love to take all your nice fineries for their nest decorations” he said coyly.
Vasilia held herself back from that moment, fancying a well aimed kick to give this old aged fool a wake up call. She retrained herself though and tried to focus on why she was here. Then in the corner of her eye she looked to the sky to see two creatures coming in from the sea towards the village. It wouldn't take long before they would be right on the village.
At this point Vasilia didn't want anymore conversation and didn't have the time. Her right boot stealthily kicked out the walking stick from the mans hand and he lost his balance, falling to his knees.
"I don't have to wait for your "assistance"...they've got a storm of wings heading to them. You can give whoever comes after me your speech from the ground" she said in an annoyed, yet bitter way as she kicked his stick away. Sometimes exceptions had to be made she thought as she walked past the old man who now held himself up from the floor with his hands. He felt around for his stick, but it was a few arms length away in a sand pit. He merely shook his head. He could give her all sorts of insults, but it wasn't going to bring back his sight. Maybe the next person would be a touch nicer...
At this point Vasilia walked at pace to the village leaving the dunes behind her. She wondered who else would be coming after her...perhaps she could deal with this before they even came on the scene. Then she could watch that old fool eat his words...
The journey to Crescent Isle was never a smooth one for Vasilia and whenever she had to step foot on a boat she sighed. The crossing had been one of trying to feel less sick and to keep her mind on the mission. When she reached the other side, she had found it quite a distance to the location of the harpy attacks. Luckily she had managed to hitch a ride with a trader going that way along the coastal road and he was happy for her protection in regards to the Harpy's. At this point Vasilia imagined how easy this might have been if she had an aerial mount. She remembered seeing them when she was small, large powerful birds of prey...those huge eagles. With one of them this could have been so much easier. Travelling along the ground was for peasants and she vowed at some point, to travel much faster. With a large powerful flying beast she'd never need to use a boat again.
As the trader's caravan came to a stop not far from he beaches where the local people were sighting harpy's regularly and getting attacked Vasilia disembarked. She remarked how nice it was to have her boots back on firm ground and be able to walk freely again without motion or distraction from the ups and downs of the waves. The area was incredibly sandy and rolling dunes fell around the beach in all directions. The trader would move in land now away from the sea and danger. She wondered where these Harpy's were coming from.
She was dressed ready for what would come. Her long grey boots that came over her knees were great for moving and well used. Encapsulating her legs were her tight black leggings and then an entanglement of leather helped to shield her more vital areas. Above all of this she wore her short cloak that came to her waist and more material around her arms and hands to help grip. She looked down at her black gloves and admitted they were starting to show age and would soon need replacing. Having been working in the wild had taken its tolls on her clothing and a shopping trip to Eclipse City would soon be in order. Perhaps she would also pick up some light armour whilst there to complement her limited attire. She needed flexibility above all. Speed was her greatest offence and defence in the majority of situations.
As she walked around the front of the caravan she bid the mule driver farewell and stepped over a bridge towards the settlement beyond. Curiously there was an old man who seemed blind and dishevelled standing at a large stone. He seemed to hear the sound of her boots on the stone cobbles as she approached. Either side of the man were large dunes and this seemed the only passage. He seemed to taste the air with his tongue as his right hand shook a little holding a wooden walking stick.
“I can hear you woman...I would ask you go no further unless you risk the wrath of Harpy creatures.” he said to her as he looked blankly in front and not at her. The grayness of his eyes were an indicator of his blindness.
“You mistake me old man for just another woman...I am here to help solve your Harpy problem...I am one of the answers to your messages sent out to all corners of the Moonglade for help” she replied as she kept walking close. He muttered something and thought about this a few seconds. She was tempted to show him a piece of worn scroll, but he wouldn't be able to see it.
“How did you know I was a woman?” she asked curiously. His hand then went up to his nose and tapped it gently.
“The sweet smell of that perfume would be a sign few could miss and let me say, I am glad...we had another party come by yesterday, but they were not successful in defeating those winged banshees...I swore after they were nailed we wouldn't have any more triers” said the man.
“Well they chose poorly in coming this way...now will you let me pass old man. More is at stake than a few fisherman and their homes” she said impatiently.
“Indeed...a lot of other activities take place around here for which isolation is suited...I imagine those boots were not bought through what could be considered honest dealings...eh?” he said with a chuckle.
“What you don't know can't hurt you...besides its not as if you are not reaping the benefits now of you're villages connections...you realise I have come from Luna Inlet?” she said in a playful tone back to the man.
“Oh yes...we do get help when we ask...in fact there is another due here today...you will not need to deal with this threat alone...” he said in a determined way.
“What? You mean you don't think I could accomplish this old man?” she asked amused. The she-elf believed he couldn't be serious.
“I'm sure your more than capable of accomplishing anything you set your mind to...but the odds will be better if you have a little extra support. These Harpy's can be ruthless and I'm sure they'll love to take all your nice fineries for their nest decorations” he said coyly.
Vasilia held herself back from that moment, fancying a well aimed kick to give this old aged fool a wake up call. She retrained herself though and tried to focus on why she was here. Then in the corner of her eye she looked to the sky to see two creatures coming in from the sea towards the village. It wouldn't take long before they would be right on the village.
At this point Vasilia didn't want anymore conversation and didn't have the time. Her right boot stealthily kicked out the walking stick from the mans hand and he lost his balance, falling to his knees.
"I don't have to wait for your "assistance"...they've got a storm of wings heading to them. You can give whoever comes after me your speech from the ground" she said in an annoyed, yet bitter way as she kicked his stick away. Sometimes exceptions had to be made she thought as she walked past the old man who now held himself up from the floor with his hands. He felt around for his stick, but it was a few arms length away in a sand pit. He merely shook his head. He could give her all sorts of insults, but it wasn't going to bring back his sight. Maybe the next person would be a touch nicer...
At this point Vasilia walked at pace to the village leaving the dunes behind her. She wondered who else would be coming after her...perhaps she could deal with this before they even came on the scene. Then she could watch that old fool eat his words...