forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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You are all currently resting in a town known as Valla's Ridge on the borders of Craisio. Surrounding you are the Geminat Mountains and north is a road leading into the heart of Craisio. Your group consists of Azriel an angel from Alteira, Iris an Yrnan elf and two Craision humans, Arabella and Clare (and of course Damian Bobby Joe, Terrifying Creature of Darkness the Waybeast.) While the town is rather peaceful and the residents are friendly enough this is a heaviness in the air reminiscent to the feeling just before a storm. But today, the sky is clear if a bit crisp. Whispers of oncoming war darken the atmosphere but the bustle of trade and travellers continues unhindered around you. You do draw a few eyes. Angels are an uncommon sight in the lowlands but you notice that Iris is receiving some suspicious glances. Several town guards are keeping a close watch on you all.

Clair gripped the way beasts lead in one hand and reached into her bag. She pulled out a cloak, "Iris, maybe Azreil should cover her wings, She's getting a lot of unwanted attention."

(I forgot about Damian Bobby Joe, Terrifying Creature of Darkness 😂)
Azriel smiled at the town around her. She was in an especially good mood today, and nothing so far had hindered this unexpected happiness. "I bet they have food that isn't crackers here," she mused contentedly.

Iris flippantly tossed her hair over a shoulder, revealing her ears. "I don't particularly care for their attention," Iris grumbled, purposefully shooting down every stare that met her eyes. "She can do what she wants."

"You may not care about the attention, but I don't want to become a target!" Clare snapped back, She was rather grumpy, she really really didn't want to be going back.

“I swear if you say crackers one more time I’ll- I’m not going to finish that.” Arabella tugged in her hair.

"Good, I would think you'd be grateful to have someone share their food with you, some of us are actually prepared." Clare commented, eyeing the baker's stall and pulling up her hood.