Timestamp: 24th Winter 516AV
Location: Alv-andrs ( Alvadas-Falyandr)
Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"
Humidity. It wasn’t so much hot as it just felt uncomfortably damp. Even now he could feel himself not wanting to be here. Not wanting to be within the confines of this sticky mess of trees. Despite the lurking and lapping waves of the water to his back, the only thing really which was helping his sense of direction lost within this mess. He stepped further in. Partially against his better judgement, subconsciously his hand gripped the hilt of his blade, still within it’s sheath it was merely a comforting mechanism to help him think clearly lost amongst this madness.
His hood down for a change, he didn’t want to get any stickier in this jungle than he had too however he kept his coat on. He never knew what the heck this city would throw at him next and with that in mind he kept himself prepped for anything. The last couple of days alone he’d been thrown into both the desert and the arctic almost back to back. An annoying habit this place had it seemed. He pondered to himself did the city do this to just about everyone or was he a special kind of intruder that it felt justified in harassing?
Still it could have been worse at least the jungle itself wasn’t attacking him like what had happened in the fake Avanthal that he unwittingly stumbled into. Where a monolithic block of ice had tried to run him down. He sifted his footing within the thick treeline hands reaching out to grab the bark and help him steady himself. Then his eyes caught it. A flicker of motion in the distance. Part of his old hunter’s instincts took over. He was however unsure of how well they would translate to this dense of a jungle.
He crouched low his blades scabbards lightly scraping the damp but tightly packed mud that surrounded the thick gripping roots. Like tendrils of bark ready to spring forth from the earth at any given moment. Still he crouched lower still and slipped between the trees steadying his blades he peered around a thick trunk. His vision then caught sight of a person. For that exact moment he was unsure whether or not that was a good thing. However this person didn’t seem fully adapted to this climate… Much like himself sadly it seemed as if they’d gotten lost within the trees too.
Sticking behind the thick trunk he rose to his full height, the coat he wore handing open and the blades within easily spotted. He rounded the tree slowly hands placed lightly on the hilts of both blades. More to rest than be ready to draw them at a moment’s notice. He spoke out his voice light and soft, almost seeming to appear from everywhere at once rather than just his direction.
“Excuse me. You seem a little lost out here. And you don’t exactly look like someone native to the area.”
He called out taking a step closer now allowing the figure, the chance to see the source of the voice.
Location: Alv-andrs ( Alvadas-Falyandr)
Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"
Humidity. It wasn’t so much hot as it just felt uncomfortably damp. Even now he could feel himself not wanting to be here. Not wanting to be within the confines of this sticky mess of trees. Despite the lurking and lapping waves of the water to his back, the only thing really which was helping his sense of direction lost within this mess. He stepped further in. Partially against his better judgement, subconsciously his hand gripped the hilt of his blade, still within it’s sheath it was merely a comforting mechanism to help him think clearly lost amongst this madness.
His hood down for a change, he didn’t want to get any stickier in this jungle than he had too however he kept his coat on. He never knew what the heck this city would throw at him next and with that in mind he kept himself prepped for anything. The last couple of days alone he’d been thrown into both the desert and the arctic almost back to back. An annoying habit this place had it seemed. He pondered to himself did the city do this to just about everyone or was he a special kind of intruder that it felt justified in harassing?
Still it could have been worse at least the jungle itself wasn’t attacking him like what had happened in the fake Avanthal that he unwittingly stumbled into. Where a monolithic block of ice had tried to run him down. He sifted his footing within the thick treeline hands reaching out to grab the bark and help him steady himself. Then his eyes caught it. A flicker of motion in the distance. Part of his old hunter’s instincts took over. He was however unsure of how well they would translate to this dense of a jungle.
He crouched low his blades scabbards lightly scraping the damp but tightly packed mud that surrounded the thick gripping roots. Like tendrils of bark ready to spring forth from the earth at any given moment. Still he crouched lower still and slipped between the trees steadying his blades he peered around a thick trunk. His vision then caught sight of a person. For that exact moment he was unsure whether or not that was a good thing. However this person didn’t seem fully adapted to this climate… Much like himself sadly it seemed as if they’d gotten lost within the trees too.
Sticking behind the thick trunk he rose to his full height, the coat he wore handing open and the blades within easily spotted. He rounded the tree slowly hands placed lightly on the hilts of both blades. More to rest than be ready to draw them at a moment’s notice. He spoke out his voice light and soft, almost seeming to appear from everywhere at once rather than just his direction.
“Excuse me. You seem a little lost out here. And you don’t exactly look like someone native to the area.”
He called out taking a step closer now allowing the figure, the chance to see the source of the voice.
