(( I planned on submitting this as an open RP thread, but my nerves have gotten the better of me. This is the first time posting anything publicly, I hope it's okay. ))
As Aris trekked towards The Weeping Saint, fully geared with lance on back and fists wrapped, she considered what Haurchefant had told her.
"..We’ve had several reports of sightings of the beast..no exact location but it seems to move in pattern..giving locals more reason to be nervous..I’ve sent patrols out but no luck..one person confirmed missing and, well, I’m beginning to fear the worst.."
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Well, it wasn’t the most heartening assembly she’d had with Haurchefant, that was for sure.
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She pulled the furs further up around her face, stopping to take in her position. If she continued at this pace she should be an hour away from the grotto, and judging by the light it was late afternoon. If, if she found the beast, would she even have any chance against it? Perhaps if it's smaller, but the Knight couldn’t confirm its size. He couldn’t confirm any details, in fact.
As is usually the way with rumors.
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She sighed and continued to trudge through the snow. She hated the cold. Perhaps it was her father’s Seeker blood in her, or perhaps simply because it was so damn uncomfortable and inconvenient. Only twice had she visited Coerthas and each time she had been on an assignment, staying in the Fort of Whitebrim Front. Not quite as welcoming as The Drowning Wench perhaps, but at least it had huge, warm, fires..
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It was as she daydreamt about sitting in the warmth that she realised how wrong this task was for her. She never daydreamed in the middle of an operation. She never allowed herself to be caught off guard. In a location she didn't know, she was already making mistakes and it had barely even started. Doubt crept up on her and she halted, trying to get her mind back on track.Â
This was going to be an interesting mission indeed.
As Aris trekked towards The Weeping Saint, fully geared with lance on back and fists wrapped, she considered what Haurchefant had told her.
"..We’ve had several reports of sightings of the beast..no exact location but it seems to move in pattern..giving locals more reason to be nervous..I’ve sent patrols out but no luck..one person confirmed missing and, well, I’m beginning to fear the worst.."
Â
Well, it wasn’t the most heartening assembly she’d had with Haurchefant, that was for sure.
 Â
She pulled the furs further up around her face, stopping to take in her position. If she continued at this pace she should be an hour away from the grotto, and judging by the light it was late afternoon. If, if she found the beast, would she even have any chance against it? Perhaps if it's smaller, but the Knight couldn’t confirm its size. He couldn’t confirm any details, in fact.
As is usually the way with rumors.
Â
She sighed and continued to trudge through the snow. She hated the cold. Perhaps it was her father’s Seeker blood in her, or perhaps simply because it was so damn uncomfortable and inconvenient. Only twice had she visited Coerthas and each time she had been on an assignment, staying in the Fort of Whitebrim Front. Not quite as welcoming as The Drowning Wench perhaps, but at least it had huge, warm, fires..
Â
It was as she daydreamt about sitting in the warmth that she realised how wrong this task was for her. She never daydreamed in the middle of an operation. She never allowed herself to be caught off guard. In a location she didn't know, she was already making mistakes and it had barely even started. Doubt crept up on her and she halted, trying to get her mind back on track.Â
This was going to be an interesting mission indeed.
