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| Claire | Tue Jul 22, 2014 1:36 am Post #1 |
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An old road wound through the forest. Grasses and young shrubs dotted it, its former two carriage breadth reduced to a that of a single carriage. It was unused, Claire assumed, because the airship trade had made it worthless. This was the road between Cascadia and Norwood's border town, a former trade route reduced to a pittance of local farmers and poor merchants. Galea walked alongside her but at a slow pace and with her head on a swivel. She tried not to step on the shrubs, or anything that looked vaguely like a certain three leafed plant, or anything that looked like a young tree. The usual enthusiasm of the drake had been tempered by several small injuries. The time of day was concealed beneath a canopy of thick growth. The forest was not fully natural, it did not feel natural to Claire. The trees grew strangely. Too close, too large. The underbrush clung on still. The place reeked of magic, the same way that Cascadia's heart reeked of magic. Galea snuffled at tall bush blueberries as they passed a patch. Claire turned her head to watch the lion-sized drake chomp down on the branch and take it with her. The elf giggled a bit at the leaves and blueberries protruding from Galea's lips. The drake chewed slowly as the path began to widen again as evidence of use arose. Galea tromped along in front of her, excitedly sniffing at something on the ground. Claire stopped next to her and kneeled down, balancing herself on the balls of her feet. She moved aside an old bit of cloth, or a blanket and revealed the corpse beneath. She spent some time examining him before finding the cause of death. Wounds revealed themselves through his damaged shirt. Claire rose after covering him again and gently tugged Galea away. They carried on, walking towards Norwood. Something ate at Claire. What she was doing felt wrong. She had her own freedom. She had escaped the clutches of terror, and iron bar in hand she could fix someone else's. She was trained by the Academy of Arms. She had Galea, she had a childhood's worth of living by her wits and skill. On a whim she went north, a feeling driven by vague notions of how the man lay and her own gut instinct. She marched through the thick underbrush until she stumbled onto a path heading north with wagon ruts dug into the earth. They walked until the sun set, and then stopped for the night. With a bit of work she'd turned a gap between massive, tangled roots into a small shelter for her and Galea. They slept peacefully but awoke to the sound of others. Claire's eyes snapped open but Galea still rested. The unknown entities were moving through the bushes and underbrush. They spoke quietly of threats of violence. Claire picked out two individuals by the sounds they made. One was searching the other side of the tree, the other was nearing Claire. The person moved away from them and rustled a bush opposite their hideout. Claire rose, brushing aside the covering for her and Galea as her target shook a bush. Claire moved behind her as quietly as a breeze and brought her iron bar down. The smack of iron against her foe's shoulder rang out across the night, intermingled with a shriek. Galea sprang from her slumber and tackled the woman's ally as he moved back around the tree. Galea's growls and the man's shouts intermingled behind her as she was caught in deadly combat with the woman in front of her. She was armed with some form of short weapon that Claire assumed was a shortsword given its silhouette and how she wielded it. The blade darted forward and Claire dashed it aside with her iron bar before countering with a quick jab against the woman's jaw. It knocked her aside but didn't do much damage. The woman's blade swung back and Claire tried to deflect her weapon again but only bounced its strike awry, sending it across her shoulder instead of her chest. Pain lanced across her body and Claire flinched. The blade darted again, catching Claire in her opposite arm. She dropped her trusty iron bar. The blade struck again and Claire toppled over, gripping her leg. There was a roar and a blur as Galea knocked over the woman. She struggled for a few moments, shrieking and cursing until a snap rang out through the night. Claire froze. Galea snorted and nuzzled Claire. Claire rose, trying to ignore the pain and dragged herself back into their hiding spot. She pulled their camouflage back over the top of the roots as Galea curled close. All she needed was a bit of rest. Galea woke her, drawing the corpse of a faun behind her. Claire rose, her body racked with pain. She drew out an old knife and began cutting at the deer. She sliced off a good pile of meat and then prepared a small fire. Her ragged gaze passed over the mutilated corpses around them. "Galea, I need to get stronger." Claire mumbled. She spit the bits of meat on green sticks and left them over the fire. "I will get stronger. But I need armor. And a better weapon. A shield, too." She had trouble keeping her vision straight, and tried to ignore the awful state her former favorite shirt was in. "We'll continue north. There's got to be a settlement at the end of this path. I'll get medical attention there and we'll try to help them. Maybe I can be a guard or a ranger?" Claire rambled. The drake tore greedily into the rest of the faun. But she didn't move that day. Her wounds were still too new. The next day, Claire rose and stumbled down the path, using a long branch as a cane. Galea snorted alongside her. The drake was more alert now and more ready to tromp around the undergrowth. At least one of them had benefited from their little detour away from Norwood. A half day's suffering brought her to the edge of a small village, whose eyes turned at the young, bloody elven woman entering with a drake at her side. It was a look of confusion. "I need help." Claire spoke. She straightened her back. "But when I get it, I'll help you folks back. I'm willing to fight. My drake is a good warrior on her own." They gave her a room to stay in, but only if she promised to destroy their bandit problem and if Galea fed herself. It wasn't too difficult. That night she used a proper cane to get herself down to the stables, which were half empty. Galea took up one of the three in use slots. She knelt beside her and drew the Drake's favorite old blanket from her bags and tucked her into it. Galea looked up at Claire as she did so. "Hey, it'll be alright. We'll make it through this, Galea. Someday, they'll remember us as the girl and the drake that changed the world." She ran her hands along Galea's feathered face and patted her atop the head before stumbling out the stables. It would all start with this one village on the outskirts of Norwood. |
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7:29 PM Jul 11

