Ambrosia_64
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The temperate forest was thick with trees and rather expansive, with very few trails leading through the many, many miles of forested land. It was home to all sorts of game, some of it dangerous-wolves, bears, the occasional cougar. Bandits sometimes laid in wait off the main trail, but for the most part it was devoid of people save a few woodsmen and hermits, a mine or two. And the werewolves, of course. But they hardly bothered anyone, being so deep in the forest, after all.
There were stories about tombs and treasures, but the only mapped place was an abandoned and decrepit castle near one edge of the forest, and that was bordered by a bustling village.
One of these rumored tombs was built by an ancient king long, long ago. Recently, there were rumors that a map had been found and laboriously copied, sold. A great treasure lied within, but finding the place and overcoming its dangers-that was the trick.
There was another permanent inhabitant of the forest, a warrior of sorts who stayed out of sight and out of trouble. She occasionally helped lost travelers, but it wasn't often and people only described the foreign, exotic woman as "serious and stand off ish-but beautiful." She had come to these forests as a child, growing into an experienced woodswoman, tracker, and fighter. It was well known an outlaw matching her description lived there-but no bounty hunter had ever been able to track her down-or come back alive once he had.
Her name was Meridessa Arian Lennoi, and she was from a small isle far out at sea called Courtelli. She was the daughter of a prominent house, one of three on the island. Courtelli had only two exports-sand, and women. To have one out and about instead of enslaved or in a brothel was strange-not that they were plentiful in the first place. Her darker, dusky tanned skin had a reddish undertone and her messy black hair made her islander origins obvious, those contrasting, bright blue eyes unmistakable for her race. They were a beautiful shade of Caribbean blue and her most distinctive feature in her heart shaped face. Prominent cheekbones, a pert nose, and full lips all added up to a rather attractive woman. She wasn't a perfect specimen like the women in the whore houses-she had seen her share of battle, and bore the scars. A pale raised line ran across the right side of her jaw, starting to the right of her full lips and disappearing under her hair, running down over her jawline and ending on the right side of her neck. Smaller ones here and there on her arms and legs, the largest of which was on her left bicep-she bore the unmistakable scars of a large animal's claws-most likely a cougar. There were no doubt more, but her rough, patched together cloak and green, loose tunic hid them. Beneath that she wore a leather curaiss for protection, her legs unrestricted for better movement. She had a carved bow and the a leather quiver-the crude, simple arrows fletched with feathers and sometimes, oddly-leaves. She didn't have a sword, or any sort of metal-just two hand carved tonfa on her back, sheathed behind the quiver, their handles sticking out from her back. A belt hung off one curved hip,(an indication she had feminine curves beneath the loose tunic) a water skin and a few pouches on it. One such pouch had a wooden flute like instrument sticking out of it.
She was toned and fit, a petite, five foot three powerhouse who, when pressed, no doubt would provide something of a challenge.
It was Courtelli that wanted her dead. Supposedly her own house was offering the bounty.
Suspicious by nature and very, very watchful of any odd activities going on in the forests, Arian was currently following a group of men, prowling along silently on cloth, simple boots.
Arian kept herself hidden, tracking their movements, spying on them out of curiosity and a bit of suspicion. She only caught the odd word here and there, for they spoke too quickly for her to fully understand-but they didn't sound up to anything good. There were five of them, large brutish men arguing over a map of some kind. They were to meet with others deeper in the forest-information Arian managed to glean from their conversation.
She had stalked them to their temporary camp last night, and at last they had packed up and gotten moving again in the middle of the day. She wondered who they were and what they were here for.
There were stories about tombs and treasures, but the only mapped place was an abandoned and decrepit castle near one edge of the forest, and that was bordered by a bustling village.
One of these rumored tombs was built by an ancient king long, long ago. Recently, there were rumors that a map had been found and laboriously copied, sold. A great treasure lied within, but finding the place and overcoming its dangers-that was the trick.
There was another permanent inhabitant of the forest, a warrior of sorts who stayed out of sight and out of trouble. She occasionally helped lost travelers, but it wasn't often and people only described the foreign, exotic woman as "serious and stand off ish-but beautiful." She had come to these forests as a child, growing into an experienced woodswoman, tracker, and fighter. It was well known an outlaw matching her description lived there-but no bounty hunter had ever been able to track her down-or come back alive once he had.
Her name was Meridessa Arian Lennoi, and she was from a small isle far out at sea called Courtelli. She was the daughter of a prominent house, one of three on the island. Courtelli had only two exports-sand, and women. To have one out and about instead of enslaved or in a brothel was strange-not that they were plentiful in the first place. Her darker, dusky tanned skin had a reddish undertone and her messy black hair made her islander origins obvious, those contrasting, bright blue eyes unmistakable for her race. They were a beautiful shade of Caribbean blue and her most distinctive feature in her heart shaped face. Prominent cheekbones, a pert nose, and full lips all added up to a rather attractive woman. She wasn't a perfect specimen like the women in the whore houses-she had seen her share of battle, and bore the scars. A pale raised line ran across the right side of her jaw, starting to the right of her full lips and disappearing under her hair, running down over her jawline and ending on the right side of her neck. Smaller ones here and there on her arms and legs, the largest of which was on her left bicep-she bore the unmistakable scars of a large animal's claws-most likely a cougar. There were no doubt more, but her rough, patched together cloak and green, loose tunic hid them. Beneath that she wore a leather curaiss for protection, her legs unrestricted for better movement. She had a carved bow and the a leather quiver-the crude, simple arrows fletched with feathers and sometimes, oddly-leaves. She didn't have a sword, or any sort of metal-just two hand carved tonfa on her back, sheathed behind the quiver, their handles sticking out from her back. A belt hung off one curved hip,(an indication she had feminine curves beneath the loose tunic) a water skin and a few pouches on it. One such pouch had a wooden flute like instrument sticking out of it.
She was toned and fit, a petite, five foot three powerhouse who, when pressed, no doubt would provide something of a challenge.
It was Courtelli that wanted her dead. Supposedly her own house was offering the bounty.
Suspicious by nature and very, very watchful of any odd activities going on in the forests, Arian was currently following a group of men, prowling along silently on cloth, simple boots.
Arian kept herself hidden, tracking their movements, spying on them out of curiosity and a bit of suspicion. She only caught the odd word here and there, for they spoke too quickly for her to fully understand-but they didn't sound up to anything good. There were five of them, large brutish men arguing over a map of some kind. They were to meet with others deeper in the forest-information Arian managed to glean from their conversation.
She had stalked them to their temporary camp last night, and at last they had packed up and gotten moving again in the middle of the day. She wondered who they were and what they were here for.