Maea
My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on the limb
Looking between her companions, Maea considered their suggestions and how to make sure they were all heard.
"Alright, Thalassa and I will search from the sky. But please remain within shouting distance at least? Just in case we find something unexpected." She had an encounter with a caitsidhe in this area fresh in mind, despite it being years ago and in the company of Mort's own daughter.
With that, Maea left her bag by the shrine and changed form. The ivory plumage of the Gore Crow gleamed softly in the dappled sunlight as she winged off among the trees, making sure to keep beneath the canopy so that her vision would not be obscured.
For the first half hour or so, forest was all there was to see for all of them. Twisted trees strangely reminiscent of people followed their passage with unseeing eyes, and despite the warble of birds among trees and bushes a stillness lay over the landscape, somnolent and serene.
Maea's heart nearly leaped out of her feathered little chest when a glimpse of red cut through the brown and green. Seeming to leap out at her, she darted down to examine – only to find a lady's fine scarf tangled up in the branches of a bush. Stolen by a recent storm perhaps, or left by some unknown traveler, it mocked her optimism with a gentle fluttter of crimson silk. Of half a mind to shred it in her disappointment, Maea steeled herself and picked it out of the bramble instead, and wrapped it around a foot before continuing on.
Hadama's fortunes went a similar way. As the landscape dipped to follow the murmur of a brook, a glint of metal - brass, or was it gold? - along one of the steep banks might lure even the steadfast Tidebreaker to pick up his pace. He would find something, though it wasn't a flower. Embedded in a tree trunk, an elaborately decorated axe glinted in the sunlight. No woodsman's tool, it was clearly intended for battle - though whoever had brought it here to fight had not come back to retrieve it.
From above, Thalassa's view of the forest consisted mostly of trees. Who would have thought? Big trees and small trees, conifers and hardwood interspersed the woodlands and spread out below like a tapestry of greens and browns.
In one small clearing, she came upon a grisly sight. A small camp had scattered its contents all over the fresh spring grass. Among the litter of half-burned tents and ruined equipment she would discover the remains of a traveler. Her face was too devastated by animals and decay to tell anything of who she was; but it seemed she had been trying to fight something off in her last moments, because Thalassa would spot a longbow jutting out from beneath the figure, broken near one end and with the string still swaying on a gentle wind.
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Maea finds a red scarf.
Hadama finds a one-handed war axe (basic)
Thalassa finds a ruined camp with a corpse, and a longbow, broken near one end.
Round 2. Choose whether to continue North, East, or West.
"Alright, Thalassa and I will search from the sky. But please remain within shouting distance at least? Just in case we find something unexpected." She had an encounter with a caitsidhe in this area fresh in mind, despite it being years ago and in the company of Mort's own daughter.
With that, Maea left her bag by the shrine and changed form. The ivory plumage of the Gore Crow gleamed softly in the dappled sunlight as she winged off among the trees, making sure to keep beneath the canopy so that her vision would not be obscured.
For the first half hour or so, forest was all there was to see for all of them. Twisted trees strangely reminiscent of people followed their passage with unseeing eyes, and despite the warble of birds among trees and bushes a stillness lay over the landscape, somnolent and serene.
Maea's heart nearly leaped out of her feathered little chest when a glimpse of red cut through the brown and green. Seeming to leap out at her, she darted down to examine – only to find a lady's fine scarf tangled up in the branches of a bush. Stolen by a recent storm perhaps, or left by some unknown traveler, it mocked her optimism with a gentle fluttter of crimson silk. Of half a mind to shred it in her disappointment, Maea steeled herself and picked it out of the bramble instead, and wrapped it around a foot before continuing on.
Hadama's fortunes went a similar way. As the landscape dipped to follow the murmur of a brook, a glint of metal - brass, or was it gold? - along one of the steep banks might lure even the steadfast Tidebreaker to pick up his pace. He would find something, though it wasn't a flower. Embedded in a tree trunk, an elaborately decorated axe glinted in the sunlight. No woodsman's tool, it was clearly intended for battle - though whoever had brought it here to fight had not come back to retrieve it.
From above, Thalassa's view of the forest consisted mostly of trees. Who would have thought? Big trees and small trees, conifers and hardwood interspersed the woodlands and spread out below like a tapestry of greens and browns.
In one small clearing, she came upon a grisly sight. A small camp had scattered its contents all over the fresh spring grass. Among the litter of half-burned tents and ruined equipment she would discover the remains of a traveler. Her face was too devastated by animals and decay to tell anything of who she was; but it seemed she had been trying to fight something off in her last moments, because Thalassa would spot a longbow jutting out from beneath the figure, broken near one end and with the string still swaying on a gentle wind.
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Maea finds a red scarf.
Thalassa finds a ruined camp with a corpse, and a longbow, broken near one end.
Round 2. Choose whether to continue North, East, or West.
And I remember thinking — I want to be like them
