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said_scarlett) wrote2006-07-05 07:48 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2006-07-05 07:48 pm
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RO Fic!
Another entry from Feylene the Archer's journal! Enjoy!
The areas surrounding Geffen are ripe with creatures! And such creatures they are! My Lady and I ventured forth on the trail of that particularly odd creature known as a rocker. Resembling large grasshoppers, these foes are quite fearsome and I admit that I trembled a bit when I first laid eyes upon them. But My Lady had fought them before, and assured me that they were not so fearsome as I had thought! Armed with my brand new silver arrows, I was eager to attack these fearsome foes.
We traveled west to search out the rockers, slaying what gelatinous creatures crossed our path along the way. The land of Geffen is certainly beautiful! It is on the coast, and the water laps at the shore with a sound that is both soothing and distracting. It was, all in all, a pleasant journey. The soles of my boots are well worn, and I imagine they shall need replacing before the month is out!
Once we had reached the field of rockers, we went immediately into battle. My Lady struck at the first of the foul beasts, cutting it down with a mighty sweep as it bounced and twitched. I cocked my bow and let loose with arrows, making of it a pin-cushion as Miss Cori led it in a merry chase. It is a good system we have developed, and I must admit - in the privacy of my own log - that the sight of My Lady’s legs flashing beneath the shadow-dappled trees is almost enough to distract me from my aim. She has quite lovely legs.
My Lady was quite right on the subject of rockers and their danger. These beasts were not as fearsome as I had first feared, and fell quickly beneath our attack. But what a mess they made upon expiration! The body of the rocker seems hollow, and upon death the head pops off like a wine cork. That in itself is most disturbing, but the blood! There is such blood within their bodies! I am not ashamed to admit that it made me queasy the first few times I saw one die.
By the time we had finished, the ground was stained red with it.
We kept to ourselves in the forest, hunting the rockers. But it seems that the fields were a place where many came to fight, and we saw many strange folks as we weaved among the trees in search of prey. Some of the young adventurers, it seems, have never learned of a thing called ‘etiquette’. Not once, not twice, but three times we found our kill taken from us! Without even a word. And worse than that, our spoils were plundered! Thieves, waiting on the corners of our battle, would swoop in and take what the creatures left behind! Never could I imagine doing such a thing.
Were I a worse person, I would indulge in the idea of giving such uncouth louts an arrow to the thigh.
After much hunting, Miss Cori was in need of rest. I remained awake, hunting the smaller creatures and practicing with my special skills. I have learned a most remarkable feat, and can now shoot three arrows at once at a foe! As I was hunting, I was approached by a man. I ignored his pleasantries, as his speech was quite plain and uneducated. I have no time for fools. But he did not leave me be! He asked me, of all things, if I were French. I am not certain what it is he meant by that, but I quickly moved away from him and lost him in some bushes. I am ever amazed at the rudeness of some people.
When Miss Cori had returned to the land of the waking, I found that I was short on arrows. And both of us had grown tired, and had begun falling to the swipes of the rockers claws. As easily as they went down, they had sharp claws. We were hurting by the time we made the journey back to the city.
We returned to Geffen, traveling again along the coast to the great walled city. Once within, we became separated as we made our way to our separate shops. As I passed down a back alley, a short-cut to the weapon’s dealer, I heard a whisper out of the shadows. I turned, and a figure in cloak and cowl was standing in the lee of the wall.
“Do you want the good stuff?” he asked me. I was not at all pleased to be in a strange alley with a shadowy figure, even one offering deals. I exited the alley quickly and found My Lady, who warned me that there were people such as that in the city. I fear I am still naïve of many things, coming from a small forest village as I do. But My Lady looks after me well, and I am forever grateful to her for it.
I am pleased to say that no further strange things befell us as we returned to the inn, weary and bruised from the day’s hunt. But our satchels were full of spoils and our sword and arrows were stained with blood, and we had learned much!
I look forward to the day where My Lady and I are strong enough to embark upon great quests. But those are fancies for now. We are young yet, and still in training. But the day grows closer and closer with each swing of the sword, each notch of the bow!
It was pleasing to return the inn, and the hot bath and warm bed that if offered. There are few things more pleasing than a good meal, a hot soak and an intimate interlude after a successful hunt.
And now I must sleep, for the day has left me weary, and My Lady has already gone to bed. I shall dream of dungeons and fearsome foes, and the sweet taste of victory and My Lady’s embrace.
~Feylene, Archer of Payon
The areas surrounding Geffen are ripe with creatures! And such creatures they are! My Lady and I ventured forth on the trail of that particularly odd creature known as a rocker. Resembling large grasshoppers, these foes are quite fearsome and I admit that I trembled a bit when I first laid eyes upon them. But My Lady had fought them before, and assured me that they were not so fearsome as I had thought! Armed with my brand new silver arrows, I was eager to attack these fearsome foes.
We traveled west to search out the rockers, slaying what gelatinous creatures crossed our path along the way. The land of Geffen is certainly beautiful! It is on the coast, and the water laps at the shore with a sound that is both soothing and distracting. It was, all in all, a pleasant journey. The soles of my boots are well worn, and I imagine they shall need replacing before the month is out!
Once we had reached the field of rockers, we went immediately into battle. My Lady struck at the first of the foul beasts, cutting it down with a mighty sweep as it bounced and twitched. I cocked my bow and let loose with arrows, making of it a pin-cushion as Miss Cori led it in a merry chase. It is a good system we have developed, and I must admit - in the privacy of my own log - that the sight of My Lady’s legs flashing beneath the shadow-dappled trees is almost enough to distract me from my aim. She has quite lovely legs.
My Lady was quite right on the subject of rockers and their danger. These beasts were not as fearsome as I had first feared, and fell quickly beneath our attack. But what a mess they made upon expiration! The body of the rocker seems hollow, and upon death the head pops off like a wine cork. That in itself is most disturbing, but the blood! There is such blood within their bodies! I am not ashamed to admit that it made me queasy the first few times I saw one die.
By the time we had finished, the ground was stained red with it.
We kept to ourselves in the forest, hunting the rockers. But it seems that the fields were a place where many came to fight, and we saw many strange folks as we weaved among the trees in search of prey. Some of the young adventurers, it seems, have never learned of a thing called ‘etiquette’. Not once, not twice, but three times we found our kill taken from us! Without even a word. And worse than that, our spoils were plundered! Thieves, waiting on the corners of our battle, would swoop in and take what the creatures left behind! Never could I imagine doing such a thing.
Were I a worse person, I would indulge in the idea of giving such uncouth louts an arrow to the thigh.
After much hunting, Miss Cori was in need of rest. I remained awake, hunting the smaller creatures and practicing with my special skills. I have learned a most remarkable feat, and can now shoot three arrows at once at a foe! As I was hunting, I was approached by a man. I ignored his pleasantries, as his speech was quite plain and uneducated. I have no time for fools. But he did not leave me be! He asked me, of all things, if I were French. I am not certain what it is he meant by that, but I quickly moved away from him and lost him in some bushes. I am ever amazed at the rudeness of some people.
When Miss Cori had returned to the land of the waking, I found that I was short on arrows. And both of us had grown tired, and had begun falling to the swipes of the rockers claws. As easily as they went down, they had sharp claws. We were hurting by the time we made the journey back to the city.
We returned to Geffen, traveling again along the coast to the great walled city. Once within, we became separated as we made our way to our separate shops. As I passed down a back alley, a short-cut to the weapon’s dealer, I heard a whisper out of the shadows. I turned, and a figure in cloak and cowl was standing in the lee of the wall.
“Do you want the good stuff?” he asked me. I was not at all pleased to be in a strange alley with a shadowy figure, even one offering deals. I exited the alley quickly and found My Lady, who warned me that there were people such as that in the city. I fear I am still naïve of many things, coming from a small forest village as I do. But My Lady looks after me well, and I am forever grateful to her for it.
I am pleased to say that no further strange things befell us as we returned to the inn, weary and bruised from the day’s hunt. But our satchels were full of spoils and our sword and arrows were stained with blood, and we had learned much!
I look forward to the day where My Lady and I are strong enough to embark upon great quests. But those are fancies for now. We are young yet, and still in training. But the day grows closer and closer with each swing of the sword, each notch of the bow!
It was pleasing to return the inn, and the hot bath and warm bed that if offered. There are few things more pleasing than a good meal, a hot soak and an intimate interlude after a successful hunt.
And now I must sleep, for the day has left me weary, and My Lady has already gone to bed. I shall dream of dungeons and fearsome foes, and the sweet taste of victory and My Lady’s embrace.
~Feylene, Archer of Payon