Post by Sabalae'lochan Do'afin on Aug 22, 2011 22:56:15 GMT -5
To the west huh? Was that what the Stranger had said? Sabalae'lochan had been in such a rush to get out of the graveyard that she feared she had forgotten some important aspeck of what she was supposed to do. What had he said exactly? A hill surrounded by three sides of a river. There couldn't be that many horse shoe shaped rivers could there?
I'm supposed to bring him proof of this mans death? What does he want? The mans head, a limb maybe....maybe something a little more below the belt? I suppose this nameless mans head would work.
She continued to talk to her self as she plodded forward at a slow pace.
Guess I don't have a whole lot of information to go on. Hope I don't kill the wrong man...
Post by Sabalae'lochan Do'afin on Aug 22, 2011 23:10:05 GMT -5
There was an end in sight! Sabelae'lochan streached her shoulders and quickened her pace towards the hill with the plum of smoke lighting the way like a beaken on a dark night.
She hands danced along the hilts of her scimitars the closer she got.
As she crested the hill, she saw a long train of colorful wagons. Several figures walked around them, leading horses or just following the caravan. One wagon seemed to have a fire inside it, and it belched smoke as it followed the others. Suspiciously, that wagon seemed to have no horses pulling it.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Post by Sabalae'lochan Do'afin on Aug 22, 2011 23:22:55 GMT -5
Sabalae'lochan moved her hands slightly away from the hilts of her blades and made her way forward. Her eyes took in ever wagon and the people surrounding them. What pawed at her ceriousity the most was the wagon without the horse.
The man pulled her up with a strength that his small frame wouldn't have shown, helping her into a chair behind him. Sitting next to him was a drow woman, who waved cheerfully. The man saluted, his dirty gloved hand smudging orange fur on his face. He pulled up his goggles, his grin still wide.
Hi there! Charles, Charles Hire. People call me Chaz. This is Anri.
Anri gave her own hand. Sabalae saw her other hand holding a small bundle to her chest.
Hi! Good to see some other drow out here. We're pretty cosmopolitan, but elves of any type are still rare.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Mrs. Hire now. Anri threw a look to Chaz, who grinned wider, if possible. He sat before a panel of crude levers, manipulating them every so often. He cleared his throat.
Oh yes. Anyways, good to meet you, Sabal. We're what you'd call entertainers, so we're just headed to the next town. Where are you headed, anywhere in particular? The bundle in Anri's arms whined, and Anri held it to her face, cooing softly.
Oh, and this is Nikole. Almost forgot.
A small drow child slept soundly in Anri's arms.
At any rate. We can give you a ride to Johannesburg, or anywhere on the way.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
(Nikole is a female name, but I won't say anything. ) Chaz nodded.
Entertainers! Circus folk, playwrights, actors, musicians. His smile faltered.
Well, not so much musicians anymore. He and Anri shared a look. Anri coughed.
There's a place we'll be stopping up ahead to rest and water the horses. There's a man that lives on a hill surrounded by a river that lets us stop at his home.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.