A dozen miles from the Village of the Shining Scales / midnight / Fall 45th 494 AV
Another dark night in the jungle of Falyndar, where Leth's glow barely peeked through the trees in some places, leaving the ground below in complete darkness. But for the areas that it did touch, there was a thin fog creeping across the land and rising just enough to touch the base of the trees and surrounding undergrowth. It seemed a picky night for one to be out unprepared, but in the harsh jungles no one was ever completely safe.
In the dead of night a lone man wandered aimlessly through the jungle. A long sword in one hand and a plated shield on the other arm. The man's staggered movements and pants of breath showing just how tired he was. The man's name was Jacob, a native from across the seas of Sylira. A barbarian. He was a sailor, a swordsman, a brawler, and a trader as well. He had journeyed across the sea with a crew aboard a ship that had stopped in Falyndar to trade with the savages of which they heard had hard to find exotic items.
Many people wouldn't risk the journey, but Jacob, along with the others were out to make a name for themselves and firmly believed that if they could acquire these rare items, they could sell them back in Sylira for as much as they wanted. However, like the rumors said, the Myrians were odd, hard to understand, violent and above all untrustworthy. They learned the hard way, as a deal when sour and the Myrians attacked. Jacob was one of the few that escaped, but easily lost his way in a jungle he knew nothing about.
But the barbarian wasn't the only person out on this night. The trickster, Mamoru was also out and wandering the lands. The young Dhani didn't have a destination in mind, and in truth he didn't know where he was going. It was simply a dare, a dare made by one young Dhani to the other. Walk the lands of the jungle far and wide, and allow your feet to take you until fear stops you in your tracks. That was the bet they made, and Mamoru excepted gladly. The trickster wanted to prove himself, and he would do so again and again and as much as was needed.
He was in the smaller sizes with his race, and that alone lessened his worth in the eyes of many. There was also the fact that until recently, Mamoru hadn't taken a single thing serious, and it wasn't until Morgana sung her claws into him that he did straighten up and act right...some. It started out as two, the other Dhani had long since fled back to the nest to escape his fear. However, Mamoru didn't know this or he might had headed back himself, but it had been agreed that they would take different paths just to make it more scary.
And so the Dhani continued on his way, moving through the jungle to face the fear of the unknown and of the uncertain.
Another dark night in the jungle of Falyndar, where Leth's glow barely peeked through the trees in some places, leaving the ground below in complete darkness. But for the areas that it did touch, there was a thin fog creeping across the land and rising just enough to touch the base of the trees and surrounding undergrowth. It seemed a picky night for one to be out unprepared, but in the harsh jungles no one was ever completely safe.
In the dead of night a lone man wandered aimlessly through the jungle. A long sword in one hand and a plated shield on the other arm. The man's staggered movements and pants of breath showing just how tired he was. The man's name was Jacob, a native from across the seas of Sylira. A barbarian. He was a sailor, a swordsman, a brawler, and a trader as well. He had journeyed across the sea with a crew aboard a ship that had stopped in Falyndar to trade with the savages of which they heard had hard to find exotic items.
Many people wouldn't risk the journey, but Jacob, along with the others were out to make a name for themselves and firmly believed that if they could acquire these rare items, they could sell them back in Sylira for as much as they wanted. However, like the rumors said, the Myrians were odd, hard to understand, violent and above all untrustworthy. They learned the hard way, as a deal when sour and the Myrians attacked. Jacob was one of the few that escaped, but easily lost his way in a jungle he knew nothing about.
But the barbarian wasn't the only person out on this night. The trickster, Mamoru was also out and wandering the lands. The young Dhani didn't have a destination in mind, and in truth he didn't know where he was going. It was simply a dare, a dare made by one young Dhani to the other. Walk the lands of the jungle far and wide, and allow your feet to take you until fear stops you in your tracks. That was the bet they made, and Mamoru excepted gladly. The trickster wanted to prove himself, and he would do so again and again and as much as was needed.
He was in the smaller sizes with his race, and that alone lessened his worth in the eyes of many. There was also the fact that until recently, Mamoru hadn't taken a single thing serious, and it wasn't until Morgana sung her claws into him that he did straighten up and act right...some. It started out as two, the other Dhani had long since fled back to the nest to escape his fear. However, Mamoru didn't know this or he might had headed back himself, but it had been agreed that they would take different paths just to make it more scary.
And so the Dhani continued on his way, moving through the jungle to face the fear of the unknown and of the uncertain.
