RP:The Scenic View
When
09-07-14
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Where
Scenic View of Hollow This small path breaks out from the sparse trees and becomes an open area on this cliff. People come from all over Hollow to look off of this edge and the view is amazing. As you stand you become slightly dizzy from the great height. Such a sight your deprived eyes have never seen before. As you walk toward the edge of the cliff, you notice small signs of a great battle, an array of booted footprints here a spot of blood there. Stepping to the edge of the cliff, a great slab of stone has been ripped free of the ground, and where it had been, there is nothing but a hole in the earth sloping ever downward to the edge. Creeping out over the edge you can see a heap of shattered rocks and piled up earth at the bottom. Something powerful had devestated this rocky cliff face. tearing your eyes away from this destruction, you can gaze over the most of the land. Towards the south you can see the mountain path you've once traveled. So small it looks from here, yet your legs can tell you differently. To the east you can see a great forest of trees, obviously being Sage Forest, with the little town of Kelay deep within. Beyond the edge of Sage Forest you can see the mountains to the north, although the path to the small town of Larket is not visible from this vantagepoint. At the very edge of the horizon you can just make out the beginning of Milious Planes, and beyond that you know is the great city of Cenril. You take in the wondrous view and wonder what this place must look like at night under the canopy of stars, lights glowing from the towns below and east of here. To the west is where you came, a mountain path. A small cliff in the area seems to lead up to a hill.
The RP
Flora had been traveling for days, and directions from the different raced patrons were getting her close to nowhere. Where was Chartsend? The woman was dusty, her hair overly tangled from the dirt of the journey. Though, this did not bug her, for she was on a mission, however, the night was growing dimmer as she proceeded throughout the mountains. The girl needed a break... Ruffling through the trees, she found herself in an open range with the view of the land... "No way," she would whisper as if she was a child about to open a surprise birthday present. She would wander near the cliff and squint, even though it was dark, she would adjust her eyes to the night and search the land for her next journey in the morning. This half elf was simply lost...
Trevalyn had also been wandering through most of the night, on four legs instead of two, indulging in one of his many evening hunts. The prey had been bountiful, but then again, at this point it usually was. The lycan was getting quite adept at running down even the swiftest of creatures and due to his recent training all throughout the mountains he was fairly sure-footed. It’s not until he’s back in his human form, and heading towards the dwarven kingdom, that he catches the faint scent of another on the wind. Pausing a moment, inhaling it and letting it run across his tongue as well, he looked in the direction of the cliffs edge. Cocking his head, the werewolf made his way in that direction with a steady if sure-footed gate, his foot falls soft on the ground. Spying the figure of the girl ahead silhouetted against the rest of Hollow, he grins to himself and says. “Don’t fall!” Of course, if it was sufficient enough to startle her that she might, he gets ready to lunge forward any way to try and catch her.
Flora was leaning forward, hazel doe eyes squinting, she was focused. "Ahah!" She would lift a finger exaggerated, as if she found the perfect destination for tomorrow's journey, before jumping with a scream as the man crept behind her. She jolted up and turned and took another step back - of course she would almost fall, this was Flora... She was almost pathetic. Though, she caught herself and stumbled forward instead. The woman would take in a few huffs and she looked over her shoulder over the cliff. She then snapped her neck back to this man and furrowed her brows. "Who in the hell are you? How dare you! I could have fell over the cliff you idiot!" Her cheeks would grow hot, growing a red tint. She was good at being dramatic, that was for sure. Too much time alone, you start to go crazy.
Trevalyn grinned, having started forward to help catch her, but instead holding his place as she did so herself. He’s obviously holding back a laugh… no, he’s not, and he gives a loud chortle. “Ah, you could have, but you did not! A very admirable display of sure-footedness that does you credit.” His smile is broad though there’s hints of sharper teeth than normally belong in a humans, as well as the angles on his face being sharper, which gives him something of a predatory look despite the obvious mirth and self-pleased expression otherwise decorating his features. “Allow me to introduce myself!” He effects a bow that would be at home in any court. “I am Trevalyn; scout, warrior, poet, dancer, inventor, former General, borderline alcoholic, and an otherwise all around interesting individual. Charmed.” He stands back up, still grinning. He’s dressed in a leather tunic and cotton pants, a hooded cloak about his shoulders though his head is uncovered. On his back is a longsword and his one arm is covered in a sleeve of heavy armor. He’s trim, the muscles in his arms well developed where visible, and his hair is cut short in a near military style.
Flora crinkled her nose and lofted a brow at him. He was laughing? Of course he was... She was silent, she was not very amused by him. Especially since it was dark, and her instinct was terrible in the evening. His smile threw her off, her head tilted, ashy brown waves falling to one side as she tried to focus on this man. She was squinting again, mostly because she felt blind. He was babbling, she was reading lips, but not quite understanding all that was coming out of his mouth. She then blinked, and stood straight again. She would completely ignore introductions at the moment. "General?" She would then almost hop about like a child. She was doing circles... She was more of a ditz. She was smart when it came to the earth, though, which might have been obvious. A yellow flowered headband haloed around her head, simple moccasins, a long dress that hugged none of her curves, it just flowed. "I've been traveling too many days, and I'm afraid I might be off track... Please tell me you can bring me back on track?"
Trevalyn considers a moment. “There are few who would tell you that I am the kind who can get anyone back on track being as I am so far off track myself.” He chuckles again. “However, you have the good fortune in that I am a capable tracker and my role as a scout isn’t all bragger so if it’s directions you’re seeking then I am quite sure I’ll be familiar with where you’re trying to go! Ah, but I have journeyed long and far, dear girl of unknown name, and could tell you such tales!” He approaches closer though not so far as to begin encroaching on her personal space, just enough to where they can see one another clearly in the deepening night. “Where you traveling from and where you trying to get to? Also, care for a nip?” He pulls a small, silver flask out of a pouch at his hip and unscrews the top, helping himself to a rather generous portion, before offering it her way. “Put hair on your chest. Well, most females consider that a bad quality. Put more hair on your head, there, that’s better advertising.”
Flora widened her hazel gaze, a crooked grin growing as he continued to speak. Tales, many tales. There were so many patrons with too many stories to keep up with in this land. Perhaps she would gain some herself when she was old and grey. "Girl of unknown name is new to the land. So far, I've come from Venturil. I'm trying to find a route to a place known as Chartsend?" The better view of him made her sigh slightly, "Thank the Gods, squinting was a pain in the arse," she shook her head. "Though, anyway, Chartsend is such an odd name, is it not? I search for a woman known as Alicia, I need to have a private word with her, and so far... I've failed miserably," she rolled her eyes at herself. She then eyed the tin that he pulled out of the pouch. "I prefer the chest, for I have too much hair on my head..." Which, she was right, she was a tangled long mess. She then took a pinch between two digits. This was not going to go well...
Trevalyn hands over the whiskey flask so she can have some, the vapors of it no doubt tingling the nose, they certainly do his. At her hair comment he just bursts out laughing, and up close, those teeth in his mouth are definitely sharper than normal. Almost like a dogs. “Well then you’re certainly in luck! I spend a good deal of my time enjoying my own copious body hair but I’ve yet to meet a woman who does the same.” Winking playfully, he cocks his head. “From Venturil? I’m afraid, my dear, that you’ve gone the entirely wrong way. Ah, but Chartsend? I know it and Alicia well, the latter of whom no doubt bears an unrequited love for yours truly. She is my employer and I am her scout! Long hours, decent food, a nice spot on the lakefront to call me own… ah yes, life is good. And she pays me, did I mention?” He laughs again. “Well then, what would a nameless young woman like you be wanting with the boss lady?”
Flora blinked at the whiskey flask, this time she shook her head, "Alcohol hits me too quick, especially whiskey," his laugh yet again threw her off, she was staring at his mouth, yet she shook her head again, she had seen some strange things lately. She was only use to elves. She thought she was strange, but that was an understatement. She was surprised he knew where she was going. Everyone else sort of brushed her off and sent her a direction. "It's... a small world it seems..." The woman dragging out words and she was cringing now, she then looked to the ground before spitting the nip back out with a few shivers through her back. Her stomach was weak. "That's just awful, screw hair in general..." She was hunched over for a moment or two before popping back up. "You know... Alicia?" She let him speak, rubbing her temples briefly before responding again. "This young woman heard through a little birdy that she might lend out a hand, perhaps open arms. I need a little shove forward," she paused for a brief second. "Seems I'm a little lost and I don't know what to do with myself."
Trevalyn tilts his head the other way. "And yet when I offer you a little 'boo!' forward I get yelled at for nearly making you fall, goodness but I find such things confusing. Truly, I do." Of course, given that his sincerity in that regard could be measured with a thimble, he's no doubt just giving her a hard time. "A small world indeed. Especially when one looks at it from this high. Not a whiskey fan though, hmm? Alas, you have time to learn to appreciate its finer qualities! I do know Alicia, indeed. The boss lady. She does have quite a tendency to take in a good number of folks from every which way of life, why, just look at me!" He strikes a pose then laughs at himself. "Ah, there's a good number of things you could do with yourself, though I imagine you don't fancy doing what it would take to survive on the Cenril streets or such. Well then, if it's Chartsend you seek, I could always guide you there. There's a price though! A dire, expensive price which only one of true heart and bravery could meet. A cost, so concealed and so intensive, that some don't even survive. So! Feel brave?"
Flora stared at the man with a very flat expression as he commented about scaring her. "Hm... falling off a cliff to my death? You're right, I guess I should not have not freaked out at that moment," her sarcasm was heavy, and she would not forget the robot like hand motions. She sort of karate chopped the air with her arms. As he posed towards her, she would only mock a horrified face for her own kicks and giggles, her bottom lip curving in, her mouth gaped and shaped into a frown and eyes grew wide. Though, she then put on a straight face again, she was usually more easy to get along with, but... this woman was very tired and she just wanted help. There would be rare smiles from her tonight. She then frowned and furrowed her brows slightly. "Aye, I survived Cenril quite well when I was directed there, thank you very much. I also heard there was a murderer on the loose, and look who still has a pulse," she would fling her arms into the air and then point two thumbs to herself. "This girl, right here!" She nodded firmly, she then tilted her head again at him before leaning in. "I'm up for any challenge, I'm feeling very brave," she gave him a sassy nod of the head before rocking back on her heels and straightening her posture again.
Trevalyn leans in, sniffing, before nodding. "Ah, very true! It seems many of the beautiful women I encounter in fact don't have pulses but like to take the red stuff out of other people. One can never quite tell, aye? Pfft, falling to your death... I'd have caught you. I'm very fast. But that's aside the point!" His face grows very solemn. "Survivor of Cenril, up for any challenge... oh but this one may prove too much for you." He approaches closer, a whispered air of conspiracy entering his voice. "Before I can take you to Chartsend, before I can introduce you to Alicia, before we brave the dangers of the road... the biggest challenge of them all." He straightens back up and gives her a very meaningful look. "You must. Tell me. Your... name!" His 'game face' gives way to that usual, amused and toothy grin of his. "I don't like traveling with strangers. I'll end up making a name up for you, you'll hate it, we'll feud, and before you know it there's war."
Flora found herself looking disgusted as he mentioned the monstrous women. "I've never come across that yet, and hopefully that will not happen anytime soon," she blinked her crinkled look away and began to listen in closely, leaning in carefully to listen to his words. As if this were a secret. A smile began to creep on that round face of her's, she was thrilled and pulled into the conspiracy of his voice. Though, when the truth came out, she hunched over and slapped a palm against her face - roughly. However, she began to giggle at the pain, sort of when you hit your funny bone, which is not so funny. She then smirked and let out a large sigh, "It's Flora. Call me Flora." She then smiled up at him, a toothy smile. "Now, anymore missions that I have to accomplish before we get this show on the road?"
Trevalyn laughs. "It'll happen sooner than you think." But he leaves it at that. "Nope, no more missions! Well, not for now. I'm sure I'll come up with some as we go. Probably help make the fire, maybe come up with an impromptu song about how wonderful I am, oh and we'll probably have to fight through some parts of Venturil on the way... Eboric does so enjoy keeping his lands as dangerous as an exploding armory full of sharp objects. Part of what I like about him. So anything you need on this side of Craughmoyle before I take you to the land of happiness that is Chartsend?"
Flora threw her hands up again and lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "What is up with all the chaos around this land?" A rhetorical question. She then flung her head to the side, a grin was now plastered on her lightly freckled face. Hands would now clap together multiple times as she bounced up and down again. She was a happy half elf and light on her feet. "No, nothing," she had nature, that was simple enough. She then planted herself in a firm stance as if she was mimicking a warrior and pointed her index finger up towards the hill, which was wrong. "Onward!" She would then begin to march.
Trevalyn nods and points as well. "Sally forth!" And he begins walking. "Now, when we go through Craughmoyle, remember that the Dwarves take a dismal view on relieving ones self on the statues of their ancestors. You can tell them you're just marking territory but they don't seem to accept that. Never barter with a Dwarf, they're all shiv-happy crazy buggers. Reminds me of a time I was nearly shanked myself, interesting story, in fact it was..." And so on, at they headed west for the Dwarven Kingdom, then to Ventruil beyond, and finally, towards Lake Laurelle in Chartsend.