forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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Clare ignored the couples flirting and interrupted them again loudly in Medien, "So You want to keep heading west right? We are heading through the not so safe mountain passes then?" She asked this as a question hoping that the Elf wouldn't suggest they go through Craisio.

"West, for sure," the elf said in Medein, eyes darting to the human. "But the mountain pass… one wrong step onto a snowdrift and we're all dead. And that's only one of the many, many ways to die in a mountain pass. Which is exactly the opposite of what we're aiming for," she reminded. Her mind speculated over their options - navigating around would require tunneling back into Yrna; a grimace overcame her features at the mere idea. Perhaps they could travel North or South, but risking that chance when her - and Azriel's - lives were on the line was too dangerous.
A wise voice came from Iris, mulling, "I do know there is a trade route through the mountains. It'll be a fairly direct guide West and leads to Craisio. Which, miss Dance Party over here-" she pointed at the red-headed human "-seems to be from."
Yes, Craisio was by far the most mysterious and secretive human kingdom, yet with a citizen in their posse Craisions wouldn't harm the group, right? Although Yrna had not proved this thought process to be true, Iris bitterly realized. Not only that, curiosity was alluring, too. The Yrnan decided to omit the fact that their fellow human prisoner was heading to Craisio. Had been heading to Craisio. And the fact that Craisio was a gold mine for powerful magic.

Clare prevented herself from whimpering, "Are we sure about going through Craisio, I mean sure it's a nice place, lots of magic and manipulative families but…." Clare sighed, "Craisio isn't the safest place for me to be, well actually Craisio is the safest place for me to be, that's the problem. You know what fine what ever, we can go back to that place, we should be fine as long as you have someone from there in your group and you have two."

Iris blinked twice, before a whispered, "Pardon?" The word came out more or less as a threat, the elf's eyes flashing. "Say that all again… this time in Medein and not Contradicting Thoughts."

Clare sighed, she hadn't realized her dialog flickering between Craision and Medien, she formulated the sentence in her mind before speaking, "Craisio Is my home kingdom, you could say I'm kinda a big deal there, The danger is I could be recognized and be brought to my parents, something I want to avoid, however, I doubt this will happen if we're careful, and even if it does happen I'm sure I could manage to wheedle the rest you through the country. We should be safe enough." I hope, she added in her mind not speaking the words.

Understanding darted into the Yrnan's eyes before she shoved the goddamned thing out. You've become so soft over these few days, Iris.
Nevertheless, her voice did not come out as steely as planned. "We could always just disguise you. Your hair's probably the biggest giveaway," the elf analyzed. "And if your parents come hunting after you… well, let's just say I've outrun, out-thought, and outfought parents before. Yet, that was still when I had my sword," she mused, directing a pointed look at the girl.

Clare looked at the Elf's empty sheath, "you know I did see a sword that looked a lot like it would fit that sheath…" She untied her bag and reached into one of the pocket, "Is this your sword?" Clare pulled out a blade that looked like it could fit the Elf's sheath.

(Yay!)
Her eyes widened, examining the spring steel sword curved into a scythe blade at its tip. She toed closer, easing her child out of the human's grip. Swirling lines of tungsten damascus crept and edged up the blade, balancing the flexibility and weighting it as Iris had demanded of the blacksmith. Well, more of threatened. Her grip settled around the worn handle like an old friend, centuries old in fact. Sheathing the sword - it had slid in with no resistance - Iris breathed out, "Thank you."

Clare shut her bag and slipped it back around her waist, "Your welcome, And my hair shouldn't be an issue, I'm more worried about my eye's, bright blue eye's are trade mark in my family." Clare shifted her stance and grabbed her Bo staff leaning on it, "We should be alright, however" She yawned again, "I suggest we sleep before going much further, I don't know About Elves or Angels but we humans need to sleep."

(probably should have posted this sooner but here are the routes in hyper-realistic detail (it doesn't look like it'd take long but Medeis is very big…i need a scale))

Clare shut her bag and slipped it back around her waist, "Your welcome, And my hair shouldn't be an issue, I'm more worried about my eye's, bright blue eye's are trade mark in my family." Clare shifted her stance and grabbed her Bo staff leaning on it, "We should be alright, however" She yawned again, "I suggest we sleep before going much further, I don't know About Elves or Angels but we humans need to sleep."

Rubbing her hands, Iris nodded. The elf tucked her legs beneath her and pressed her back against a tree. "Tomorrow we should start preparing supplies and such for the trade route. We need appropriate clothing, decent food, and probably some medical aids. If we run into trouble with any townsfolk, we steal some money and book it." A glance at their group. "I hope all y'all have morals that are accepting toward that route… okay?"