Post by Saber on Apr 26, 2012 7:31:31 GMT -5
A slight snarl came from the beneath Furrow’s hood as a gust of wind slithered its way under his closed cape. The chilly breeze bit at the little exposed skin that was not covered, and almost stung. The touch of the air sent a quick chill down Furrow’s spine before dropping off at his waist. Holding his wrists through the inner loops of the protective cape, Furrow tried to keep the cloak shut around himself. Yet without any real fasteners, all he had were his arms. Even so, the dangling piece of clothing had done its job, and Furrow was grateful to still be warm. His nightly steps had brought him much further away from Kabal then he initially expected. Without stopping, or taking anytime to set up a fire, Furrow marched through the night like a shade.
The night’s grasp had attempted, many times, to swallow up Furrow into a deep sleep. Though this Elf had more immediate needs then sleep. Sleep could wait until after this quest of his. He was headed for Darir, the dark murky region next to his home in Sven. The reason why, was between him and the person who had sent him a letter several nights ago. It was an urgent message of distress, and summoned Furrow to come as quickly as possible to the region. Even so, it would take him several days to reach his destination.
The messenger from the Darir region had come just before sundown three days prior for Furrow. A masked creature was draped in complete black, and handed Furrow the letter promptly after appearing. Then it vanished into thin air, like mist. Furrow accepted the letter, without much choice, and read its contents. Faint of heart from the request, he proceeded on anyways. If the letter was important enough that the messenger needed to cross two borders, Furrow figured it was worth taking the time to find out why.
Now, the Hooded Elf found himself crossing the wide open plains of Kabal. He previously was in the city just to rest for a few days after a swift adventure through the Dragon’s Spine, but fate has a way to sweeping ones soul right away. Off into the wind Furrow’s inner-self would go, leaving his body to scurry after it. That’s what Furrow found himself doing now; walking aimlessly towards Darir simply because of a letter. The way he saw it; Furrow now had a reason to do something. Which was always better then just sitting around.
Without much direction, Furrow simply followed his instincts and the way he always went into Namos....
Yet, shortly after crossing the border; Furrow found himself in a pinch almost immediately. The Elf now stood, bow drawn, aiming in between the eyes of a four legged beast... The creature was nearly 8 foot tall on his hands and feets. Teeth bared, and eyes dark, the massive beast glared towards Furrow. Furrow had no idea what he had done to provoke such a creature, nor did he even know where it came from.
“We seem to be at an impasse...” Furrow muttered, looking sharply at the beast. The creature’s response was a harsh snap of its teeth.. Then it came.
In nearly an instant, the beast lunged forward with the intention of swatting Furrow out of its way. The Elf had other plans... The moment the beast got close, vines that once wrapped around the trees around him, shot out and tied around the feet of the beast, freezing its movement. The bindings only lasted a moment before the creature tore itself free; bitting, ripping, and slashing at the entanglements.
Though, once it was free, it was already done. Furrow was now above the beast, and dropped out of a low branch. As the creature looked around at eye level, the strike from above caught the creature off guard. Furrow gripped his hand tightly and punched into the back of the beasts head, using the force of his fall to increase the hit. As Furrow touched the ground, the massive beast fell beside him.
Sprawled out on the forest floor, the creature now lay unconscious. Furrow stood, looking down at the massive being as it slept. The beast was much more majestic when it didn’t want to rip Furrow’s throat out. Even so, as much as Furrow wanted to stay and take some notes on the beast; he didn’t want to be around when it awoke.
He turned and looked to the sky, or what he could see, and got his bearings as best as he could before setting out again, holding his cloak shut as he proceeded.
The night’s grasp had attempted, many times, to swallow up Furrow into a deep sleep. Though this Elf had more immediate needs then sleep. Sleep could wait until after this quest of his. He was headed for Darir, the dark murky region next to his home in Sven. The reason why, was between him and the person who had sent him a letter several nights ago. It was an urgent message of distress, and summoned Furrow to come as quickly as possible to the region. Even so, it would take him several days to reach his destination.
The messenger from the Darir region had come just before sundown three days prior for Furrow. A masked creature was draped in complete black, and handed Furrow the letter promptly after appearing. Then it vanished into thin air, like mist. Furrow accepted the letter, without much choice, and read its contents. Faint of heart from the request, he proceeded on anyways. If the letter was important enough that the messenger needed to cross two borders, Furrow figured it was worth taking the time to find out why.
Now, the Hooded Elf found himself crossing the wide open plains of Kabal. He previously was in the city just to rest for a few days after a swift adventure through the Dragon’s Spine, but fate has a way to sweeping ones soul right away. Off into the wind Furrow’s inner-self would go, leaving his body to scurry after it. That’s what Furrow found himself doing now; walking aimlessly towards Darir simply because of a letter. The way he saw it; Furrow now had a reason to do something. Which was always better then just sitting around.
Without much direction, Furrow simply followed his instincts and the way he always went into Namos....
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Yet, shortly after crossing the border; Furrow found himself in a pinch almost immediately. The Elf now stood, bow drawn, aiming in between the eyes of a four legged beast... The creature was nearly 8 foot tall on his hands and feets. Teeth bared, and eyes dark, the massive beast glared towards Furrow. Furrow had no idea what he had done to provoke such a creature, nor did he even know where it came from.
“We seem to be at an impasse...” Furrow muttered, looking sharply at the beast. The creature’s response was a harsh snap of its teeth.. Then it came.
In nearly an instant, the beast lunged forward with the intention of swatting Furrow out of its way. The Elf had other plans... The moment the beast got close, vines that once wrapped around the trees around him, shot out and tied around the feet of the beast, freezing its movement. The bindings only lasted a moment before the creature tore itself free; bitting, ripping, and slashing at the entanglements.
Though, once it was free, it was already done. Furrow was now above the beast, and dropped out of a low branch. As the creature looked around at eye level, the strike from above caught the creature off guard. Furrow gripped his hand tightly and punched into the back of the beasts head, using the force of his fall to increase the hit. As Furrow touched the ground, the massive beast fell beside him.
Sprawled out on the forest floor, the creature now lay unconscious. Furrow stood, looking down at the massive being as it slept. The beast was much more majestic when it didn’t want to rip Furrow’s throat out. Even so, as much as Furrow wanted to stay and take some notes on the beast; he didn’t want to be around when it awoke.
He turned and looked to the sky, or what he could see, and got his bearings as best as he could before setting out again, holding his cloak shut as he proceeded.