Pathfinder
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Nov 16, 2014
- Location
- Anchorage, AK
If something bad could happen it did, at least that's what was on everyone's mind. Not only has a plague swept through the kingdom, killing many people both young and old, but on top of that the harvest was much smaller than it had ever been and doomed some to starvation for the coming winter. In addition bandits had been receiving a lucrative time this year as the merchants and their caravans had been all but ransacked, depriving the kingdom their wares.
However the worst would be that through all of this, the people were beginning to blame the princess for it. Her hosting the flame spirit wasn't common knowledge but they did know that she was...unnatural. This brought fourth words of curses and demons. Something very dangerous for a royal family. Fearing what would happen to his daughter be captured during a revolt, the king sent his daughter away until things calmed down enough for her to return.
And so it was, however she would not be left to fend for herself. A knight would be there to watch over, care, and even die for her if necessary. With both parties knowing what they must do they were sent off in the dead of night in a dingy little carriage that rattles and shook like a man possessed. After several days of travel the pair are almost to their destination, a cabin deep inside the enchanted forest north of the kingdom.
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The day air had a slight chill to it, autumn was in its infancy. Leaves were beginning to turn and the days were becoming shorter. However this didn't effect Gareth much at all, the fur armor protecting him from far more than knives. Granted it wouldn't do much against a good sword or an arrow, but it would fit his cover as a hunter.
Letting his gaze wonder, Gareth began to notice little things. Little lights zipping past faster than arrows, the cold biting his nose a little harder than usual, and the trees a little more imposing than before. "Damnable enchanted forest" he grumbled to himself.
However there is a silver lining to everything and the one of this particular raincloud was that they were almost to the cabin. Turning to the rickety carriage to his back and said, "Your highness, we should be arriving at our destination in any moment."
Gareth didn't say much else, this whole situation was rather awkward and when it came to people skills..well lers say he wasn't the sharpest sword in the armory.
However the worst would be that through all of this, the people were beginning to blame the princess for it. Her hosting the flame spirit wasn't common knowledge but they did know that she was...unnatural. This brought fourth words of curses and demons. Something very dangerous for a royal family. Fearing what would happen to his daughter be captured during a revolt, the king sent his daughter away until things calmed down enough for her to return.
And so it was, however she would not be left to fend for herself. A knight would be there to watch over, care, and even die for her if necessary. With both parties knowing what they must do they were sent off in the dead of night in a dingy little carriage that rattles and shook like a man possessed. After several days of travel the pair are almost to their destination, a cabin deep inside the enchanted forest north of the kingdom.
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The day air had a slight chill to it, autumn was in its infancy. Leaves were beginning to turn and the days were becoming shorter. However this didn't effect Gareth much at all, the fur armor protecting him from far more than knives. Granted it wouldn't do much against a good sword or an arrow, but it would fit his cover as a hunter.
Letting his gaze wonder, Gareth began to notice little things. Little lights zipping past faster than arrows, the cold biting his nose a little harder than usual, and the trees a little more imposing than before. "Damnable enchanted forest" he grumbled to himself.
However there is a silver lining to everything and the one of this particular raincloud was that they were almost to the cabin. Turning to the rickety carriage to his back and said, "Your highness, we should be arriving at our destination in any moment."
Gareth didn't say much else, this whole situation was rather awkward and when it came to people skills..well lers say he wasn't the sharpest sword in the armory.