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[P]A Question of Sanity and Patience [Rye] [Null]

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Aramel Rhulvaul
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[P]A Question of Sanity and Patience [Rye] [Null]

» by Aramel Rhulvaul » 29th Dec 2016, 3:24 am

For what seemed like the twelfth time that evening, and it likely was with her memory, Aramel gripped a low-hanging tree branch and gave a harsh tug. Her thin arms strained with the effort while the green limb creaked and bent, the bare hints of splinters rippling along the curve as she once again wrenched herself free from the thick mud. There was no saving her cloak, the hem was so caked with the thick slop that it might as well be a fleet of children clinging to it. If not for the dismal downpour Aramel would have long discarded the dead weight. But it kept her warm, even if not completely dry. It seemed that it had been a shrewd idea to wear thick woolen stockings that day, though the dark clouds that had then loomed on the horizon would have made it clear to even the most stoneheaded fink.

The tiefling paused in her ascent of the steep slope, grasses slick against the dirt beneath the heavy drops of chilling rain. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath and cast a stray glance towards the toes of her boots that peered out beneath the hem of her skirt. Filthy. And that was not the only thing. In fact, the muted tiefling was covered in a healthy layer of muck from stomping about through the trees. Even her cheeks were streaked with dark smudges from when she had wiped water from her eyes.

It had been hours since she had lost the road in the thick fog that had rolled in the with the storm, hours since she had stepped on ground that she could consider truly solid. And, while she did trust her sense of direction, and hardly worried for her safety out in such dreary weather by herself, the fog had hardly let up over the course of the day. Who could tell when it would clear up enough for her to reorient herself, and who knew how far she had wandered off from the main road.

"Blasted rain" she growled, the sound nestled deep into her throat. The cold did little to help her stiff joints from carrying around her goods all day. Aramel ached, there were no delusions about her physical prowess. She could walk for hours on end of course, and could walk quite a few with the weight of her goods on her back, but certainly not any further in this. Still she continued further up the steep slope, gripping branches and pressing against trees as she gradually progressed further into the chosen direction.

Corpse Berry was her focus for the trip to Borys, the orange berry's properties high in demand with such twisted times. Poison, paralysis, even a rather bitter tea that would serve as a placebo. Aramel had gone far too long without a proper supply, and the prices that were currently charged down in the valleys bordered on the absurd. When it became significantly cheaper to trek off to Borys to pick some, it was quite plain just how naive and idiotic some could be.
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Gawryn Thazu
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Re: [P]A Question of Sanity and Patience [Rye]

» by Gawryn Thazu » 3rd Jan 2017, 6:21 pm

There were a few things worse than the people of Borys. The weather usually managed to do even worse. And according to some, the worst was Gawryn.

Oh fine, he was obviously not the worst around these parts, but he made efforts to eventually end up at the bottom of the list. A bandit, a thief, a troublemaker in general. And a damn hyena ready to strike when the prey was the weakest. He was a wolf in both rural and urban environments and as such he had to obey the rules of nature. The strongest lives.

However, this damnable weather was detrimental for both hunter and prey and at certain moments, he would have gladly exchanged this dreadful weather for a relatively warm cell at the local jail. What? Local jail? The closest village was still far away. So what was he doing here out in the middle of nowhere? Hiding. Some people were looking for him, though it was safe to say that the enthusiasm was low from the law enforcement's part. After all, who the heck wants to dive into this shit to catch some lowlife scum?

In a way, the storm meant that they wouldn't risk coming after him, so he had to discover the area to be aware of its dangers and exploit its advantages. In the past few days he discovered a cave, a temporary 'home' in this damnable rain. Sadly the only thing remotely edible inside there was some mushrooms that even he couldn't identify, despite being familiar with them. Not too safe to eat, that's for sure, so he hoped that the rain would stop.

However, the rain didn't know when to quit and that meant that he would sooner or later had to go out there and catch something. He had the equipment and the weaponry for it, a hunting spear on his back, he also had a bow and arrows, which he left back at the cavern, they would hardly be useful in such conditions. A thick leader cloak on his back with a hood and clothes that were cut out for such rough circumstances, he wasn't particularly unprepared in any way, but supplies were low anyway. Worst of all, he couldn't keep his glorious berad so glorious anymore. It was still incredible, but he would need to do something about it soon.

Gawryn finally ran into the tiefling after an hour or so at the end of a fruitless hunting session. He could tell even through the fog that the stranger was struggling in this particular environment. That's good news, it means that she might be an easy prey. Maybe she had food on her or any sort of valuables that he could take. Anything was appreciated, so to speak...

He tried to find a way through the muddy slope to get ahead of her. The bandit had a bit of an advantage over her in this regard, knowing the area better. The spear was a good tool for the climb too, making it a little easier. He appeared on the top where the slope finally eased a bit on the tiefling. He extended the pointless end of the spear towards her.

"Are you lost, little girl?" he asked with a grimace as he was squinting against the rain that was blown in his face by the wind, he appeared somewhat helpful but the words themselves likely balanced out the first impression about him with that tone. He was nothing but trobuble.
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Re: [P]A Question of Sanity and Patience [Rye]

» by Phoenix » 31st Oct 2017, 3:46 pm

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