Post by Ronin Martok on Jan 21, 2008 19:03:55 GMT -5
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BIC: Shea always liked wandering the woods and flatlands that surrounded the fort. The shrewmaid was by no means fragile or frail. She could travel and hike with the best of them despite her smaller size. She usually took a small pack with her as well as a long knife and a tiny crossbow in case she ran into any trouble. In all her years living in this area she had never run into anything very serious. After the fort had been established, roaming vermin problems had all but ceased. Although the fort patrols always seemed to be running onto them, Shea had not seen a large group of vermin in years, and so it was that she felt safe while on her lone wanderings.
Today she was out in the flatlands. The openness always made her feel relaxed. She had never explored this particular area and she knew it was a place that few patrols ventured out to simply because there was nothing here to see. The land was unimaginably bare. It did have what seemed to be miniature cliffs every now and then that led to short drops to even more flatness. The shrew had no trouble imagining that this place had once been a massive gorge filled with cliffs and awesome rock formations that had all been buried in mud, forming what was now the flatlands.
She wandered here and there, not having a destination in mind. Shea slid down a slight slope that led to the bottom of one of the miniature cliffs. She stopped at the bottom, coughing slightly in the dust that arose. It was strange that even in the nippy air one still had to worry about dust. She leaned against the rock face as she took off her headscarf to wipe away the dust that had stuck to the moisture on her forehead. Putting it back on, the shrew suddenly noticed that what her paw had been leaning on moments ago was not actually rock! It had a strange almost grainy wooden look to it.
Setting her pack down, Shea looked closer. She brushed a paw over the surface and puffed her breath out lightly onto it. It was defiantly wood. Working with a small tool from her pack she was, after a few minutes, able to finally trace the outline of a door. She cocked her head to the side and looked at it quizzically. Growing up in this area, Shea had heard tales about great fortresses that used to be here but had been swallowed up by the land. Might this be one of them? She tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. She’d have to return home and get something to pry it open with. She’d also need to get a few additional beasts. She wasn’t about to go exploring in some dark place without back-up. Putting the tool back into her pack, she started off back to the area of Otter’s Fort.
She dropped off her gear in her little house that was an eight minute walk from the gate of the fort. Cleaning herself up, she got out a sheet of paper. After thinking for a moment, she started writing on it. Satisfied, she got up, took the short walk to the fort, tacked the parchment up onto the general notice board that was used for such things, and happily padded her way back home, excited at what the next day would bring.
The parchment read thus:
A little bit before the appointed time, Shea was standing outside the gate, waiting to see if anybeast would answer her piece of paper. Her pack was heavier than it normally was. In addition to her usually stuff, it also contained rope, a torch, flint and tinder, a flask of water and some of her special traveling bread carefully wrapped up. She was secretly hoping that at least Ronin would. The cook seemed a nice sort of beast and it was actually nice to have another shrew around to talk to. She looked down the path away from the fort. It really was a beautiful morning, if a bit chilly. She wrapped her tan cloak around herself a little tighter and tugged the bright orange headscarf down more firmly.
BIC: Shea always liked wandering the woods and flatlands that surrounded the fort. The shrewmaid was by no means fragile or frail. She could travel and hike with the best of them despite her smaller size. She usually took a small pack with her as well as a long knife and a tiny crossbow in case she ran into any trouble. In all her years living in this area she had never run into anything very serious. After the fort had been established, roaming vermin problems had all but ceased. Although the fort patrols always seemed to be running onto them, Shea had not seen a large group of vermin in years, and so it was that she felt safe while on her lone wanderings.
Today she was out in the flatlands. The openness always made her feel relaxed. She had never explored this particular area and she knew it was a place that few patrols ventured out to simply because there was nothing here to see. The land was unimaginably bare. It did have what seemed to be miniature cliffs every now and then that led to short drops to even more flatness. The shrew had no trouble imagining that this place had once been a massive gorge filled with cliffs and awesome rock formations that had all been buried in mud, forming what was now the flatlands.
She wandered here and there, not having a destination in mind. Shea slid down a slight slope that led to the bottom of one of the miniature cliffs. She stopped at the bottom, coughing slightly in the dust that arose. It was strange that even in the nippy air one still had to worry about dust. She leaned against the rock face as she took off her headscarf to wipe away the dust that had stuck to the moisture on her forehead. Putting it back on, the shrew suddenly noticed that what her paw had been leaning on moments ago was not actually rock! It had a strange almost grainy wooden look to it.
Setting her pack down, Shea looked closer. She brushed a paw over the surface and puffed her breath out lightly onto it. It was defiantly wood. Working with a small tool from her pack she was, after a few minutes, able to finally trace the outline of a door. She cocked her head to the side and looked at it quizzically. Growing up in this area, Shea had heard tales about great fortresses that used to be here but had been swallowed up by the land. Might this be one of them? She tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. She’d have to return home and get something to pry it open with. She’d also need to get a few additional beasts. She wasn’t about to go exploring in some dark place without back-up. Putting the tool back into her pack, she started off back to the area of Otter’s Fort.
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She dropped off her gear in her little house that was an eight minute walk from the gate of the fort. Cleaning herself up, she got out a sheet of paper. After thinking for a moment, she started writing on it. Satisfied, she got up, took the short walk to the fort, tacked the parchment up onto the general notice board that was used for such things, and happily padded her way back home, excited at what the next day would bring.
The parchment read thus:
WANTED
Adventurers to go on a short trip to the flatlands.
You will be helping look into a door that has been found. Payment will be made with what is found behind it. There is no guarantee that what is behind it will be anything of great value.
If interested, please meet at the path just outside the gate two hours after sunrise.
Signed: Shea Tullins
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Adventurers to go on a short trip to the flatlands.
You will be helping look into a door that has been found. Payment will be made with what is found behind it. There is no guarantee that what is behind it will be anything of great value.
If interested, please meet at the path just outside the gate two hours after sunrise.
Signed: Shea Tullins
****
A little bit before the appointed time, Shea was standing outside the gate, waiting to see if anybeast would answer her piece of paper. Her pack was heavier than it normally was. In addition to her usually stuff, it also contained rope, a torch, flint and tinder, a flask of water and some of her special traveling bread carefully wrapped up. She was secretly hoping that at least Ronin would. The cook seemed a nice sort of beast and it was actually nice to have another shrew around to talk to. She looked down the path away from the fort. It really was a beautiful morning, if a bit chilly. She wrapped her tan cloak around herself a little tighter and tugged the bright orange headscarf down more firmly.
