forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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Her eyes widened, examining the spring steel sword curved into a scythe blade at its tip. She toed closer, easing her child out of the human's grip. Swirling lines of tungsten damascus crept and edged up the blade, balancing the flexibility and weighting it as Iris had demanded of the blacksmith. Well, more of threatened. Her grip settled around the worn handle like an old friend, centuries old in fact. Sheathing the sword - it had slid in with no resistance - Iris breathed out, "Thank you."

Clare shut her bag and slipped it back around her waist, "Your welcome, And my hair shouldn't be an issue, I'm more worried about my eye's, bright blue eye's are trade mark in my family." Clare shifted her stance and grabbed her Bo staff leaning on it, "We should be alright, however" She yawned again, "I suggest we sleep before going much further, I don't know About Elves or Angels but we humans need to sleep."

(probably should have posted this sooner but here are the routes in hyper-realistic detail (it doesn't look like it'd take long but Medeis is very big…i need a scale))

Clare shut her bag and slipped it back around her waist, "Your welcome, And my hair shouldn't be an issue, I'm more worried about my eye's, bright blue eye's are trade mark in my family." Clare shifted her stance and grabbed her Bo staff leaning on it, "We should be alright, however" She yawned again, "I suggest we sleep before going much further, I don't know About Elves or Angels but we humans need to sleep."

Rubbing her hands, Iris nodded. The elf tucked her legs beneath her and pressed her back against a tree. "Tomorrow we should start preparing supplies and such for the trade route. We need appropriate clothing, decent food, and probably some medical aids. If we run into trouble with any townsfolk, we steal some money and book it." A glance at their group. "I hope all y'all have morals that are accepting toward that route… okay?"

You all settle down as the daylight strengthens. After a long night of avoiding guards and stumbling through the forest, you quickly drift off to sleep. You are far enough beyond the borders of Yrna to avoid being found and your rest is uninterrupted. That is until the sun begins to dip towards the horizon. A rustling comes from a thicket of bushes nearby. The sound rouses you from your slumber but the leaves are too dense to see what it is.

Arabella jerked awake. Whatever woke her up would pay. In her dream she was talking to Alex. She missed him so much. He was the only reason she wanted to go on. If they made it to Craisio, she might see him. But in he mean time, she had to see what cruel thing woke her from her slumber. She looked to the bushes but saw nothing. what was it?

Waking slowly, Azriel blinked for a moment before fluttering up into the nearest tree. Being above the ground made her feel more secure. She wanted to go back to sleep, but instead looked around warily, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

Arabella pulled out her dagger, if Azriel wanted to sit in a tree, fine by her, but could she wake Iris, she was scared to wake after the incident last time, she wasn’t in the mood to be frozen. “Azriel!” She then motioned towards the angels girlfriend in hopes that she would get the gist.

Eyelids snapped open as Iris's hand latched onto her sword. The fine habits of light sleeping ingrained into every Yrnan elf. Her grey eyes distinctly noted the delineation of a… creature? Human? Obstacle? The brush was too thick. Her vision jerked between the group, realizing two were already awake. Good.

Bella slowly stood up and walked towards the bush. She was wide awake and ready to investigate. She glanced at the girls behind her and kept talking one step after the other, her dagger raised.

Azriel lightly jumped to the ground, using the air to make a cushion beneath her feet. She went over to where Iris was, trying to get a better look at… whatever had made the noise. Probably just a deer. Or a wolf. Either way.

It was only through convenience that she placed herself in a position between Azriel and the bushes, right? Just a coincidence. Iris let the thought flutter away as she followed Arabella's lead. Her mind was ready to exhaust it's powers, her hand ready to whip out a sword.

Bella walked towards the bush not noticing as tendrils of the bush itself began to slither her way as they snaked between her feet. Bella noticed to late as the bush ensnared her legs and began dragging her in its direction.

As you approach the bushes you notice thick fur sticking to the branches. Then, sensing you, the creature moves again and lifts its head to peer over the brush. Most of you, except perhaps Azriel, will recognise the long, horned face of a way-beast. It's drooping ears twitch as it studies you with a calm curiosity before it steps around the underbrush and into sight. The beast has three horns and long, coarse hair that hangs from its body. Its legs are powerful and sturdy with clawed feet. Given the state of it, you can safely assume that it's wild. Despite these creatures having been domesticated as beasts of burden, they also provide resources such as pelts, milk, meat and fat. But, even the wild way-beasts are easily won over. It could make a fine companion. It's your choice to make.

Clare put away her staff when the beast showed no Ill intent, "Hey there." She said soothingly slowly inching her way towards the beast. She was familiar with their easy to befriend nature. "It's alright, we wont hurt you, come on over, you'll be fine, I bet you could use A nice brushing couldn't you." Clare pointedly looked at the elf when she said this signalling to 'don't you dare hurt it' with her eye's. "Come on won't it be nice to have a nice flowing coat and get rid of all those leaves?" she continued to talk soothingly inching closer and closer to the animal.

Azriel backed away quickly, terror in her face. "What. In god's name. Is that?" She asked tightly. What was that thing? And why was Clare being so friendly with it? She shook her head, unable to comprehend.

A smile graced Arabella’s lips as she held her hand out towards the friendly beast. “Hey there! Iris, can you tell your girlfriend that it’s safe?” Her Medien switched to Craision as the creature lowered its head, “Hello. Your safe here!”