Post by Sythe on Jan 21, 2006 3:47:35 GMT -5
Ic: What had begun as a calm, sunny day, was quickly changing around him. Standing infront of a cropping of rock, the young man felt a chill wind whip around him as he looked down into the valley before him. Pulling his heavy brown cloak closer to his body, the young man looked up to the darkening sky. As low grey clouds began to encroach on the sun, the cloaked man began to head down into the valley.
Following a rough goattrail, the Seer watched the town he could see in the distance of the valley. Though nowhere near as far away as it had been when he had first spotted it, Arganius still had a fair few hours to walk yet. Aided by a simple walking stick he carved from an oak branch, the young man got closer and closer to the line of trees. As he did the town dissapeared from sight, however, the young seer had a general sense of the direct, and he had spotted a river before that would no doubt help him if he lost his way. Walking past the first tree, Arganius truly hoped he was headed in the right direction.
For the past few months, the Seer had been wandering the area looking for the Eyrie monestary. However, of the few civilized people he had met (the other kind he avoided fiercly), the reports of where to find the Monestary had been conflicting. His last informer, an old wizened farmer, had told him it was in the same area as the Dwarven hold of Kazad Dawr, as well as a human settlement that sat in a valley. Hopefully this was the right town, and hopefully he could find a guide in the city that did know where the monestary could be found.
Pushing his worries from his mind with a silent, fervent prayer to Verena, Arganius concentrated on walking in the correct direction. His walking stick and boots cruching needles and snapping twigs beneath him, the young man looked around the spersed out trees. Stopping by a small bush, the young man bent down and ripped a long leafy plant from the loam.
Giving the plant a once over, the young Seer removed the roots and dirt from the cow's parsley before eating it all. Chewing through the fibrous and slightly bitter leaves, Arganius headed on. The young man knew the town would have more then a few Inns where he could get a meal, however, if he was to get a guide to the monestary, he would need all the money he could get.
Letting out a final sigh, the young man headed on, noting a salmonberry bush in the distance as he headed towards the settlement.
Following a rough goattrail, the Seer watched the town he could see in the distance of the valley. Though nowhere near as far away as it had been when he had first spotted it, Arganius still had a fair few hours to walk yet. Aided by a simple walking stick he carved from an oak branch, the young man got closer and closer to the line of trees. As he did the town dissapeared from sight, however, the young seer had a general sense of the direct, and he had spotted a river before that would no doubt help him if he lost his way. Walking past the first tree, Arganius truly hoped he was headed in the right direction.
For the past few months, the Seer had been wandering the area looking for the Eyrie monestary. However, of the few civilized people he had met (the other kind he avoided fiercly), the reports of where to find the Monestary had been conflicting. His last informer, an old wizened farmer, had told him it was in the same area as the Dwarven hold of Kazad Dawr, as well as a human settlement that sat in a valley. Hopefully this was the right town, and hopefully he could find a guide in the city that did know where the monestary could be found.
Pushing his worries from his mind with a silent, fervent prayer to Verena, Arganius concentrated on walking in the correct direction. His walking stick and boots cruching needles and snapping twigs beneath him, the young man looked around the spersed out trees. Stopping by a small bush, the young man bent down and ripped a long leafy plant from the loam.
Giving the plant a once over, the young Seer removed the roots and dirt from the cow's parsley before eating it all. Chewing through the fibrous and slightly bitter leaves, Arganius headed on. The young man knew the town would have more then a few Inns where he could get a meal, however, if he was to get a guide to the monestary, he would need all the money he could get.
Letting out a final sigh, the young man headed on, noting a salmonberry bush in the distance as he headed towards the settlement.
