Terra the Explora

Pink Guy-Last Thursday at 9:25 PM

A woman with strawberry blonde hair stood on a patch of grass. Terra made her way to go outside today to take in the fresh air. The blue canvas was as endless as ever, painted by the white clouds. She took off her rather large backpack and sat, staring at the endless sky stretch into the horizon.(edited)

chuklfug-Last Thursday at 10:22 PM

Nearing midday, the Arcian skies shine blue and bright above the plains. Albion strolls about the grasslands bordering the village- from some distance away, the area is quiet save for the wind whipping against the grass and the chirping of a few birds. After the battle, it was earlier than Delphine or Lady Alexandra would want him on his feet- but sitting in that cramped infirmary didn't suit him. His pace gradually slows to a halt, as the nearby stream starts to come into view- and a strange figure, along with it. Well-built and well-armed, she scarcely seemed like one of the villagers- and he hadn't seen her during the siege. Making a mental note to keep his tome at the ready, Albion walks up with a grin plastered across his face. "Well met, stranger! You wouldn't be one of the locals, now, would you?"

Pink Guy-Last Thursday at 10:32 PM

Terra looked at the shaman, confused at the shaman's words. She stood up and lifted away her hair from her face with her red glove. "You must be mistaken, I'm no local of the village." She knew in an instant that this is a magician or specifically, a shaman. Terra heard of the stories of several shaman who have dedicated their lives to the art. They are practicers of the art of the supernatural after all. The curious woman wanted to ask several questions, but she bit her lip at the possibility. "Now tell me, what is your name?"(edited)

chuklfug-Last Thursday at 10:45 PM

Albion chuckles- taking a hesistant step forwards, he extends a hand in greeting. "Albion- a pleasure. But if you're not from Arcias- and not one of us- then where might you be from?" The hand remains extended. "A traveler, perhaps? These are dangerous times..."(edited)

Pink Guy-Last Thursday at 10:55 PM

"My name is Terra, I'm a traveler exploring the world with my trusty axe and ink-pen!" The axe fighter smiled, she shook Albion's hand with delight. "Yes... These are dangerous times due to what's happening, but I've proven that I can handle the usual gang of thieves myself." Terra raised her right hand, she pulled back the long sleeve of her dress to reveal a red glove made for combat.

chuklfug-Last Thursday at 11:06 PM

He eagerly returns the shake, taking a more confident step back. "I'm quite certain- but in times like these, none of us are truly safe on our own, are we?" Albion takes a moment to look over the stranger- somewhat shoddy, and chances were she didn't have much coin on her. A shame. Albion puts his hand in his pocket, holding his hand over the crystal ball to keep it squarely out of sight. "Myself, I travel with a band of mercenaries- a tad dangerous, but you can handle yourself, no? Why not come along with us? The pay is steady, and we tend to travel- you'd be able to see the world, without looking over your shoulder when you sleep."

Pink Guy-Last Thursday at 11:19 PM

"Hm.... Sure. I do like some company during my travels. The world is pretty but not pretty enough to be contempt without a social life." Terra giggled at her weird humor, she never had a companion for a long time ever since she left home. She struggled with the absence of any living human, traveling in solitude and isolated from the very place she loved. "What kind of mercenaries are they?"

chuklfug-Last Thursday at 11:30 PM

"Why, mercenaries in the employ of..." Albion mulls over his words. Mercenaries in employ of the prince, himself? Quite a heroic selling point- but given rumors about the rebels, and the state of their forces, it might scare her off as soon as she caught a whiff of trouble. He settles for a partially honest answer. "...a few Floribian nobles. We serve as their escort, as they head about the countryside on... some business or another. It's quiet for the most part, but we run into trouble every now and then." No one can be seen for a good quarter mile away, but Albion leans in nonetheless, speaking in a hushed and conspiratorial tone. "Some of us didn't expect to see action at all, you see- a few short skirmishes, and they tucked tail and ran! Cowards, if you ask me."(edited)

Pink Guy-Last Thursday at 11:46 PM

"Really? So you guys are the sellswords that everyone's been talking about when I traveled around here..." Terra mulled over at the memory back at the tavern, she listened to a conversation related to a Floribian Noble. She had thought the Floribian aristocrats had been slain or even captured by that empire before. "It surprises me that there are still remaining blue blood that hasn't been spilled yet from that country. It's a shame to have this marvelous world drenched red with blood." Several birds flown by them, high above the ground. The soft wind blown Terra's hair slightly, her brown dress flown with the breeze. Her face was grim.(edited)

November 25, 2016

chuklfug-Yesterday at 12:07 AM

Albion puts both hands in his pockets for a moment, shifting uncomfortably on his toes. "Rather... unfortunate, yes. But one way or another, death comes for us all, does it not?" He lifts his head up with a grin, hoping to return some levity to the conversation. "Better not to dwell on the inevitable, no? Besides..." From the bulging pocket of his coat, Albion pulls out a strange gemstone- a crystal ball. The amethyst sparkles in the bright sunlight, as he holds it out- a remarkable sight, and convincing enough, he hoped, for the odd stranger. "Trust me- I know for certain, good fortune lies ahead of our little band. You'd do well to come with us, while the offer still stands."(edited)

Pink Guy-Yesterday at 12:38 AM

Terra's face softened, she felt relaxed at the reassurance of the shaman. Her clenched hand reverted back to it's normal state. "Fate is quite fickle isn't it? Nonetheless, we must push forward. I'll agree to your offer." She crouched down to pull up her bag, a small smile crept up to her face.

chuklfug-Yesterday at 12:42 AM

He tilts his head- had the spectacle worked, or was she merely an optimist? He'd have to ask her again later. As she gathers her things, Albion stashes the crystal ball in his pocket once more. "...Splendid- I'll take you to them, then. Follow me..." Albion turns away from the stream, making his way back to the village with the new arrival in tow.(edited)

Pink Guy-Yesterday at 12:46 AM

"But first..." Terra grabbed Albion's wrist and she turned to the other direction. "We must see the wonders of the world!" She pulled the shaman like it was nothing and hiked that way.

chuklfug-Yesterday at 12:48 AM

"Oh! Um... certainly?" Albion has just enough time to turn abruptly on his feet before the odd woman grabs him by the arm, dragging him off towards the wilderness nearby.(edited)

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