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Location: A small village at the foot of icy mountains. Time of day: Morning What's going on: Serena Leigh has just left the Ice Tribe. She's just arrived the only place she is familiar with. The woman seeks information and perhaps a momentary companion.
She spent the humid night tossing and turning. There was a certain comfort in sleeping under the warming protection of a blanket, but high temperatures and thick jackets made it impossible. Even when she stripped down to her thinnest jacket, she was burning up. Bright, blue strands stuck to her pale neck. The night ended with little sleep and Serena Leigh had to peel herself from the inn's lumpy bed. A body shaped puddle remained.
Drapes blocked the window as Serena lifted the heavy duffel bag she had brought with her. Kneeling on the ground, she pulled the loose articles of thin clothing she had brought with her. It was all breathable material. Scarlet colors mixed with black garments to provide layers of comfort. She wore a long glove along her right arm and fit her wrist with leather guard, while her left stood completely free. Black shorts left her long legs exposed, and she disguised flesh with black stockings. She hid a bright shirt beneath a black vest. The last thing she removed from the bag was a brown quiver of sturdy arrows.
She strapped the quiver against her hip, fastening it to her with a long red sash. Serena kicked the duffel bag under her bed and retrieved the splintered bow leaning against the inn's chipped table. Pale hands placed the weapon over her shoulder. Its frayed drawstring threatened to snap against her chest. She adjusted its position and left her room. Stairs waited at the end of a long, wooden hall.
The bar below was filled with tired looking customers. She passed their strange faces, walking directly to the new barkeep. The large man glanced over, bored look written across his dull face. The lack of life in his eyes was a strong reminder of her younger brother. It was just the kick Serena needed to perk up and face the day.
"Excuse me." The scout said. "I'm looking for a map or maybe a guide." "Where you tryin' to go?" He asked with a sigh. "Windmire." "There's a winding road, all you need to do is stick left. Avoid the woods and-"
Her gloved hand jumped up. "I don't need directions." "Then I can't help you, unless you're thirsty?" "I'll pass." She said.
She turned away from the counter. A few of these patrons seemed like travelers. A few of them even looked like the unruly members of Nohr's sanctioned criminals. Serena adjusted the bow for comfort and noticed a person with dusty boots. Their sweat stained skin and light tan spook of travel. The scout approached this person, saying. "Good morning. I'm Serena Leigh. May I ask where you've been? And where you're going?"
"Hmmmm?" a raven-haired fellow hummed with a deep, gruff voice as he raised his head at the inquiry. His lip was formed into a naturally deep frown, and his sleepy gaze gave way to a lethargic atmosphere. A cloak hid much of his attire, but what could be seen were his dirty boots and baggy slacks. He was one of those people who were given a wide berth given his unruly appearance, so it was a pleasant thing to have been approached by a woman, let alone a beautiful one.
With his clear, searching eyes, he quickly glanced her from head to toe. Pale skin, blue hair, and armor of beautiful Nohrian craft... no doubt a child of the Ice Tribe. That poor lot has been in a lot of deep water with King Garon. Gotta wonder why he has them on the ropes all the time.
"Good morning, miss," the man repeated as he leaned on the arm rest, "I've been here, there, and just about everywhere. I go to whatever place I please and leave when I can't find work." He scratched the side shave of his head, "So... you have work for me or something? Hard to subsist on water and crummy bread." Upon closer inspection, his cheeks were slightly gaunt.
There was a familiar quality in the stranger's distant eyes. The way he leaned lazily reminded her of Ethan. His rough attire and disheveled look was off-putting, even for Nohr. Even the drowsy way he spoke told the scout that she might have picked the wrong person. The man didn't even give his name.
Smiling lips parted and concern spread across her bent brow. She brushed vibrant hair aside and audibly sighed. "Right. Can you be a bit more specific?" Annoyance laced her pleasant tones. "I need to get to Windmire and I need information. I don't have the coin to hire you. If you know anyone that can help me with that, I'll compensate you with a meal. And if what you have is worth it, I may be willing to help you get enough for something more."
Serena crossed her arms, waiting for his response. She didn't expect him to be much help and she made it no secret as she glanced to the other patrons. A woman to her left seemed a bit more alert. The way she carried herself spoke of a higher cost, one beyond what she had.
Work for food rather than coin. Perhaps that was better than nothing.
"Right... Windmire..." the man's head drooped a little, "... Well, it's not my business to know why you're going, but I can take you there for sure. As for information, I can probably parse some for you." He let out a grunt as he got up on his feet, "Eh... anyway, I went off without introducing myself, huh? Crow Arkwright, mercenary." He performed a form of the Nohrian military salute with his arm across his chest, "Ah, that was out of habit."
After a shrug of his shoulders, Crow folded his arms, "Are you prepared to head for Windmire at this moment, Miss... Leigh? It was Leigh, right?" His eyebrow twisted as he looked toward the ceiling. "Yeaaaah, it was Leigh. Right. Sorry. Bad at remembering names lately." Serena
"You." She questioned as her eyebrow rose up. "Are a mercenary? Do you know how to fight?" Words stolen, she watched the man's salute.
That salute had been burned into Serena's cluttered mind. She had seen it hundreds of times, followed by disastrous orders and demented threats. Cold winds that weren't there, tingled every inch of her exposed skin. She suppressed her forming glare and pushed the memory of bloody snow from her mind. She switched up, returning her questioning look.
"You're ready to head out now? And yes, it's Leigh. You can call me Serena. Crow? Is that a military nickname?"
"Well, yeah... and, uhh..." Crow drawled as he slowly raised his shoulders and hands, "I mean, it IS my name. Ironic 'cause I was registered as a falcon unit back in my soldiering days." He let out a sigh as his voice dropped to a whisper, "Okay, look, I'll tell you up front, Serena: I know Nohr like the back of my hand. You need to get someplace? I can get you there faster than a day's march. I'll be darned if there was a place I was never stationed at. But Windmire? Hoh." The man shook his head emphatically, "Listen, listen... I can get you at the gate in three days tops, but I won't stay for a chat or cup of coffee afterwards."
The man cleared his throat, "If you're all good with that, then let's move." He rolled his shoulders and begun walking toward the door.
"How long ago were your soldiering days? I just want to be sure that your time away from the service didn't weaken your ability. Also, I'd like to know why you're no longer a part of the Nohrian Military?" Her gloved hand met the table, while the other found her hip. She leaned closer for his whisper. "It's not my place to question why you don't want to be there long. You don't have to stay, in fact you don't need to get me there. Get me close and that would be enough."
The woman pushed off the table and her arms crossed once more. "If you can get me anywhere that I want, then why are you willing to accept food as a meager payment?"
Without turning around, Crow shut his eyes and rolled them in his sockets, then returned to face Serena , "... I tell you what. Why don't we sit down for a sec? Seems like we need an entrevue before we set sail." He pulled out the chair he sat in before, set his haunches back down on it, then straightened his back with his fingers linked together. "I was released from my knight duties... was it a year? Two years? Bah. My unit." His finger tapped on the table on beat, "The. Very. Best. We performed our duties to the T. Our commanding officer could get us through the Bottomless Canyon and back again." He leaned back in his chair and leaned his head to the side sluggishly, "Then one day... I don't know. Maybe someone didn't like us. Some trouble in our own army gone awry. Someone who wasn't supposed to leave... left. Then next thing we know, higher ups are up our tassets and everyone in my unit gets fired from the army."
Crow pursed his lips and nodded his head, "So... uh... yeah. That's how I was kicked from being a knight on King Garon's chess board. Got to keep my unswerving pegasus as a consolation, so that was great. I could keep playing nocturnal security guard for a few gold, but never in Windmire. I ain't welcome there." He reached out to a cup on the table, "This is my water. Far as me taking you anywhere just for food? Heck, I could do things for a lot less. I've learned what it's like to abound..." He raised his cup to her gently, then sipped it, "... blegh... now I'm learning what it's like to be abased. Cheers." Serena
The woman pulled the chair sitting opposite of the disheveled man. Hands crossed over her lap and a flick of the head pulled colorful strands from her eyes.Business took over. Serena's head tilted slightly and her upright posture pushed her chest slightly outward. It wasn't purposeful. Certain assets were always utilized when discussing things. Her brow rose. "What do you mean? Who left and what did they do?"
She suspected the deserter was her troublesome brother, but given the reputation of the Nohr military it wouldn't be surprising to hear other people have split. However, something about Ethan's departure seemed to cause a ripple effect that just ruined everyone's lives. It was another stark reminder of her purpose and urged the woman back to the road
"So you have a Pegasus? Can't say I'm used to traveling in the sky, but like my mother always said 'You gotta start someday'. I understand. I'll be blunt. I'm on a mission. You don't need to worry about what it is, but I can't dart directly to Windmire. It's why I'm seeking a guide and not a map. I need to check various places. Staying in the air wouldn't be too helpful for me Mister Arkwright."
"Hey, if I knew, I would tell you," Crow shrugged his shoulders, "Soldiers can spin all the tales they would like, but heck if anyone of them was worth remembering..." he unconsciously lifted his hand to his hidden right eye, yet withdrew it quickly to his side, "... Hmph. Anyway."
He drunk the last of his water from his cup and set it down on the table, "It doesn't matter if you want to take the scenic route, miss. I'm flexible like that, come hell or high water." He bounced his finger in her direction, "That is, you gotta deliver your end of the bargain, too." A chuckle escaped him as he leaned against the table, "I'll eat just about anything. How 'bout it?" Serena
Post by Silas Crowley on Apr 26, 2017 23:20:56 GMT
There was a din of deflated revelry throughout the inn's bar counter; it was a hub of wayward travelers, same as anywhere else. But... the shadowed wilderness of Nohr and its Faceless-prowled wilderness had a unique effect on the country's scarce places of refuge, drawing many more to these isolated places of warm hearth and timid chatter. There was always fear of the creatures of the Forlorn, propaganda-soaked rumors of Hoshidan brigands, and even the proud Nohrian military itself to pose perils upon travelers...
Across the bar, and isolated alone at a small table- there sat a pale figure. A young, angelic-looking man, given away as an elf for how his ears peaked-up past his long silvery hair. The pair's chatter of Windmire and its fearsome monarch had long drawn his yellow eyes: Silas had a rich interest in the two, one an ice-tribe woman and the other an unsung veteran sure to know something of interest to the Crowley mage.
The clicks of metal heels approach Serena and Crow. The man's cadence was soft and for a time, they might not have noticed him, but the Nohrian standards visible on his embroided robes and spiked black armor indicated an official mage was suddenly in their company. A dry smirk on the elf's lips indicate his leery interest in the pair before he cups his chin...
"You needn't worry for when we approach Windmire." Speaks the graceful-looking but equally fragile young man, who's eyes dart to Serena's eyes before they hang down her throat and shift to appraise her attire: he'd never seen a tribeswoman before. "Silas Crowley, a court mage; I was just returning to the capital myself." Speaks the male, dressed in sister attire. A polished black grimoire branded with purple runes hung off his hip, dangling off his left hip by a fine silver chain.
An elongated index finger of the elf's slender, black-clad hand taps upon his chin, as he begins to study the Pegasus rider. "You wouldn't be questioned at the gates nor by patrols, if you had me tagging along... my research is important to the King's interests, after all." Speaks Silas, who's wry grin abruptly expires into a serious flat-line.
A light smack indicates the swat of his hand upon the counter, laying a map upon it- before his other traces a steel-covered finger traces a deviant path across it towards the city of Windmire. "I even have a shortcut- all I desire is that we go through the Forlorn Woods to check on a- ... pet project, of mine. What say you two?" Offers the sorcerer, who turns his head up from the map to beam at the pair with an expression of conspicuous cheer.
Metallic steps, accompanied by jostling armor. The man's approach stood out, even among the inn's idle chatter. Gray eyes jumped left, surprised to find an elven man. It wasn't the first time she had seen one, but one adorned in a Nohrian military outift was rare. Everything about him screamed run, the loudest being the tome at his side. Dark magic. The glacial scout couldn't help but glare.
Vibrant strands slid down the sides of her pale face, hiding tasteless eyes. Her appearance changed with a quick breath. Serena flicked her hair aside and crossed her arms. Her right hand caressed the comforting steel of the dagger hiding beneath her black vest. She couldn't ignore the demented crown of spikes lacing the elven man's head. It spoke of grim pride and gave him the standoffish appearance of a proud Nohrian.
Then he mentioned the king and wild fantasies played throughout the seeker's mind. She could play along, get on this man's good side, follow him to the castle and plant an arrow into Garron's beating heart. The plan faded quickly. It wasn't her goal and she knew she wasn't good enough to stop him. However, a new plan formed.
"I'm not looking to get straight to Windmire." Serena said, glancing to the armored man above her. "I'm looking to take plenty of stops along the way. However, if there are any town's near the woods, we may be able to help each other. But, you have me curious. Why are you willing to help us? Is it because you need back up in the woods?"
This guy? He remembered this guy at Notre Sagesse... he was a huge patriot of Nohr.
Great. Why did he have to come here of all times...?
"Well, well, well," Crow murmured as he folded his arms together, "If it isn't..."
His eyes glazed over as his thought process came to a halt. What was this guy's name? Did they even introduce themselves to each other? It was only a couple days since they had first met.
Ah, his memory sucks.
"... you... uh... fella'," he mumbled after his pause. He leaned sideways till he was next to Serena 's ear, "... I wouldn't trust this guy if I were you." Shortly after speaking, he mechanically leaned back upright. Silas Crowley
Post by Silas Crowley on Apr 27, 2017 19:51:58 GMT
Silas' lightly-armored arms fold over his chest at the tribeswoman's question, and the familiar mercenary's own resistance; there was nothing solid in the atmosphere between them yet, but the sinister elf could all but feel their suspicions. If they were interested in his offer, why else would they question him so... -?
Nor did he trust the rider's visible shift to whisper something unheard into the blue-haired woman's ear.
But he was trying to play into their game- so he'd answer by their terms. "It's Silas. We crossed paths at Notre Sagesse, where you let a filthy burglar escape Nohrian justice." Tersely answers the mage- more upset with recounting the incident than with having to introduce himself twice! He'd spoken his name already, for the blue-haired woman's knowledge if anything. His brows furrow into an agitated pinch, before his visible frustration abruptly fades...
Silas' fingers click against the surface of his map again, before drawing a winding path across its parchment. "At any rate, I'll overlook reporting that presuming this is a successful exchange: a winding path actually better suits my purposes. I only suggested a direct route for the madame's wishes." Speaks the male elf, with a silver tongue that had a tarnish of deceit.
His covetous yellow eyes rise to the tribeswoman's before he shows a grin. "The truth is you'll encounter it either way: there are roaming Faceless all over the wilderness, and it is my task to report on them. It is advantageous for all of us if you agree to be my 'backup', as you say." Answers the Nohrian mage. CrowSerena
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Whispered words fed Serena's growing suspicion. Gray eyes glanced to the ragged man beside her. She closed them with a short nod before turning back to the demented mage. "Not many people would willingly seek out faceless. Admittedly, I haven't seen them myself but tales leave a familiar chill."
Everything about this man screamed run. He was Nohrian, working for Garron, and a dark mage. The glacial scout glanced towards the stares. All she had to do was say she was getting her things, then slip out of the window. It would only cause trouble down the line. A vanishing woman had something to hide and would be reported. It was unnecessary attention. However, Serena had a smoother plan.
She met his uncomfortable grin with solid eyes and an unfeeling face. "I'm not stupid enough to deny an advantage. Truth is, I'm a stranger here. You have my bow for your research. I'll assist you in the woods, in exchange for a small tour and Crow, I'll be paying for your service as well. I have a feeling your Pegasus will come in handy."
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