The Righteous Hand and The Devil You Forgot
Dec 15, 2023 22:36:47 GMT -5
Post by Flint Caldwell on Dec 15, 2023 22:36:47 GMT -5
The job sounded simple in Flint’s mind: find a mud worm camp, free the giant bug things, and knock some skulls if someone tried to stop him. However, he would soon realize that the first step was the most challenging part, as he had no clue where in the hell he was going. Not that the job board of Lilicor had any directions that he could use anyway, and anyone he asked just said they were somewhere in the swamp. No shit, they’re located in the swamp; this place IS a swamp. So, with no directions and having never been in the Marsh Flats a day in his life, he set out looking for any sign of bandits.
The humidity clung to Flint as he trudged his way through the marsh; the air felt like he was walking through water. He had only been here a couple of days at this point after deciding to head here after his job with Sylavri, hoping to prolong his trip away from the desert and, more specifically, his family’s ranch. Despite his love for all things heat, humidity was a whole other story as he had to wipe the sweat from his brow every couple of minutes just to keep the droplets from going into his eyes. As he stepped, his foot plunged into the wet ground up to his mid-shin, and with a great heave, he yanked his leg free, leaving his boot covered in sludge. Much to his dismay, his firewalker boots acted as just regular footwear in this environment. As he stared at his boot, he had decided he hated this place. He took a frustrated sigh, shook the sludge off, and continued onward. He had a job to do, and by god, he would see it through
Not far off from where he stood, a branch broke, causing his head to snap quickly in that direction. In the hopes that this was a person and not an animal, he trudged his way to where he assumed the sound originated from. Stepping through a bush, a grin appeared on his face as he saw another person and a very tall one at that. Flint was not used to looking forward to meet someone’s eyes. “Well howdy Stranger, Fancy seein’ someone out here. Say … you wouldn’t have happened to run into any mud worm camps, would you?” Flint always believed himself to be a decent judge of character, and as he looked into his eyes, something pinged in the cowboy’s mind that said this guy he found was intense. He kept his right hand close to his hip in case he needed to start swinging.
The humidity clung to Flint as he trudged his way through the marsh; the air felt like he was walking through water. He had only been here a couple of days at this point after deciding to head here after his job with Sylavri, hoping to prolong his trip away from the desert and, more specifically, his family’s ranch. Despite his love for all things heat, humidity was a whole other story as he had to wipe the sweat from his brow every couple of minutes just to keep the droplets from going into his eyes. As he stepped, his foot plunged into the wet ground up to his mid-shin, and with a great heave, he yanked his leg free, leaving his boot covered in sludge. Much to his dismay, his firewalker boots acted as just regular footwear in this environment. As he stared at his boot, he had decided he hated this place. He took a frustrated sigh, shook the sludge off, and continued onward. He had a job to do, and by god, he would see it through
Not far off from where he stood, a branch broke, causing his head to snap quickly in that direction. In the hopes that this was a person and not an animal, he trudged his way to where he assumed the sound originated from. Stepping through a bush, a grin appeared on his face as he saw another person and a very tall one at that. Flint was not used to looking forward to meet someone’s eyes. “Well howdy Stranger, Fancy seein’ someone out here. Say … you wouldn’t have happened to run into any mud worm camps, would you?” Flint always believed himself to be a decent judge of character, and as he looked into his eyes, something pinged in the cowboy’s mind that said this guy he found was intense. He kept his right hand close to his hip in case he needed to start swinging.