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We returned the girl safely home. All were glad to see her safe, fittingly. Always a scary time when a young one is endangered. The mayor asked a favor of us, though I think she overstates it. Taking a letter to Olympia when I was meaning to head there soonish anyway is hardly a big deal. I promptly agreed, as did Sylavel and the little elf, and the village gladly put us up for the night. Quite hospitable, I must say. My attempts at socialization were ill-met over breakfast. The small one was asleep at the table, and Sylavel was quite careful with her words. An odd quirk. We purchased horses and set off, I at least, in the hopes of having to spend as little time in the cold as possible. I attempted to make conversation and learn a bit more about the area, but my inquiries were quickly rebuffed by the elf, and she asked me to bother our other companion whose name I determined was Cristaph after a brief red herring about being called "Awesome." I may be open-minded about the different cultures through which I travel, but I'm not stupid. We were set upon by some lynxes as we rode on and managed to subdue and frighten them off without killing them - can't blame the poor things just out hunting for a bit of dinner. A light snow - light, hrmph. Too much by far - fell as we camped, and we reached our midway point, Fort Sephon, before night fell. I was just glad to reach an inn with a roaring fire. Our presence - well, my presence, I suppose is more accurate - made quite a stir. It's fair, most of my kinda aren't so adventurous as to venture up this way. It took a bit of time, but they did warm up to me enough to have a nice chat. I inquired a bit as to the geography of the place which segued into a very interesting discussion on the nation's history. To my surprise, Sylavel was quite talkative on this point and seems very familiar with the subject. I'll need to remember to ask her about it sometime.
Zattaway. Watch out though, Tyrin let onna 'er canisters break. Said summat about blue goop what eats yer skin. Smells like oranges.Library? Where?!Where are your parents?Why do I get into arguments with all of my characters?Ya gots a argumentable face! Fascinating! This place truly sounds worth some investigation.
Where are your parents?Why do I get into arguments with all of my characters?Ya gots a argumentable face! Library? Where?!
Giant? Hardly! I'm actually not of greatly above average height for my species and gender. Now if you'll give me a moment, I know I've a chart comparing average sizes of the various races of our world...
I do believe I rather dislike the northlands this half of the year. Were I at home, I guarantee the weather would be far more to my liking. But to stay in one spot is not the way of things in my home region of Juliana. When we are grown, we travel, and when we travel, we choose our new way of life. Mine is to travel and to learn. Perhaps one day, I shall return to the shores of my native Teremvor, and when I do, oh, the tales I shall have to tell. It has been some years since I arrived on Olympia's shores. It seems as interesting as Wachara if a bit more inverted in its climate. I shall one day adjust to this difference in hemispheres. It's truly fascinating the things different communities do in reaction to the weather. This town of Somerset, I'm told it is called, has a Solstice festival, for example. I do not know why any in their right mind would celebrate the necessary evil of cold weather, but statistically speaking, I would believe there is at least one being in support of everything. I arrived shortly after what I surmised was a hunting competition. No one would answer my question - it seems my appearance is somewhat unusual. I'm not entirely surprised by this. My people rarely venture this far north if we do leave Teremvor at all. Though I do wish they would stop confusing me for one of the brutish Larinn. I am a Ti'Larinn, blast it all. No matter, education is my purpose, and I've no objection to sharing it with others in need of it. But I digress. They were in the midst of a ceremony of crowning their winter lady. An allusion to Emari, perhaps? I did not get the chance to ask - their winner was snatched by goblins almost immediately. I swear, those little vermin will live anywhere and ruin everything. They and their hob cousins have certainly tried it on Teremvor. Speaking of, I was more than a bit surprised to discover a hobgoblin in these parts. I was not aware they had also begun to sneak away to other lands. Running, mayhap? I of course helped to put the threat down. No town, celebrating this weather or no, deserves the fate of a hobgoblin-run horde. I followed the tracks along with two others, the winners of the hunt - one tells me her name is Sylavel; the other's I did not catch. It didn't take long to find their lair, and their numbers were quickly reduced to nothing. I managed several with my whip alone, and I'll admit to savaging a few with naught but my bare claws. I may be civilized, but there's no honor in dying due to silly proprieties during battle. We found the girl in a cage of glass and freed her once her captors had been dispatched. Their leader was a cleric, judging from that holy symbol and his spellcasting. No doubt, he planned to use the girl in some sort of ritual sacrifice. But she is well, if understandably scared. I have found that talking eases the mind. Perhaps I can manage two birds with one stone and calm the little one while I learn more about this region from a local. |