Post by bloodalchemist on Jan 25, 2019 10:48:16 GMT -5
Early in the morning, Mara rises from a fitfull sleep, sitting at the edge of her small bed at the elf skull inn for a long hour, head held in her hands. Everytually she rises, letting out a sigh and muttering to herself in Damarran
"Good as time as any."
Moving about her room, she begins to don her armor, pulling on the admantine chain and cloth tabard that serves as her Ironsworn Uniform, she moves stiffly in the early ours of the morning, her usual mornings regime of a few hours running and sparring while in full combat kit ignored, she sets out first to Espar, making her way through the crowds, not acknowledging or perhaps, even seeing them or any faces she might know. Her eyes downcast, bordered by dark circles showing her usual lack of sleep, she seems lost in her own thoughts as her feet lead her to the grassy hill on the edge of Espar, where the massive sword impales the stone, the shrine to the god Helm, the Vigiliant one.
Walking through Espar towards the caravan, she stands a little taller, less withdrawn and lost in her own mind, her expression still drawn however, lips pressed into a thin line, those who know her facial ticks might think her deep in thought, or worried even. She makes the long journey back to the eastern side of cormyr, her next stop the shrine of Tempus, Lord of Battle, in the town of Thunderstone.
As she leaves this shrine, she turns with purpose towards the great forest, the Hullack, anger plain in her expression, shoulders set and resting her hands on the axes in her belt, she begins the last leg of her journey, spending several hours making her way into, and through the forest. She only stops when forced to clear the path of a group of bandits who see fit to ambush the lone traveler, and she takes several wounds having forgone her proper armor or any magical aides.
After her bloody and violent display, she sets out again. If stopped by any of the forest's Wardens, she would present the token given to her by the elf Entori, telling them simply, "Out of my way, I'm not here to burn your woods down, and I wish to see the lands that will be mine in the days to come, fetch Entori and tell him to come find me when I am done, if that is an issue to you." Her words carry a barely restrained rage, growling them out with a stronger than usual accent of her damarran upbringing peaking through.
She makes her way into the foothills of the Thunder Peak mountain range with her grisly trophy, finally finding the place where the Ironsworn once held a ceremony to take their oaths together as brothers and sisters. Upon this hill she rests the head, and can be seen kneeling in silence for a long time before uttering something akin to a prayer in the language of her homeland.
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Her journey seemingly completed, the woman makes her way back down through the hullack and returns to Arabel, those who would see her might now notice the anger, the worry in her expression gone, replaced with her old steady gaze and self assured swagger as she walks, moving with renewed purpose.
"Good as time as any."
Moving about her room, she begins to don her armor, pulling on the admantine chain and cloth tabard that serves as her Ironsworn Uniform, she moves stiffly in the early ours of the morning, her usual mornings regime of a few hours running and sparring while in full combat kit ignored, she sets out first to Espar, making her way through the crowds, not acknowledging or perhaps, even seeing them or any faces she might know. Her eyes downcast, bordered by dark circles showing her usual lack of sleep, she seems lost in her own thoughts as her feet lead her to the grassy hill on the edge of Espar, where the massive sword impales the stone, the shrine to the god Helm, the Vigiliant one.
Walking through Espar towards the caravan, she stands a little taller, less withdrawn and lost in her own mind, her expression still drawn however, lips pressed into a thin line, those who know her facial ticks might think her deep in thought, or worried even. She makes the long journey back to the eastern side of cormyr, her next stop the shrine of Tempus, Lord of Battle, in the town of Thunderstone.
As she leaves this shrine, she turns with purpose towards the great forest, the Hullack, anger plain in her expression, shoulders set and resting her hands on the axes in her belt, she begins the last leg of her journey, spending several hours making her way into, and through the forest. She only stops when forced to clear the path of a group of bandits who see fit to ambush the lone traveler, and she takes several wounds having forgone her proper armor or any magical aides.
After her bloody and violent display, she sets out again. If stopped by any of the forest's Wardens, she would present the token given to her by the elf Entori, telling them simply, "Out of my way, I'm not here to burn your woods down, and I wish to see the lands that will be mine in the days to come, fetch Entori and tell him to come find me when I am done, if that is an issue to you." Her words carry a barely restrained rage, growling them out with a stronger than usual accent of her damarran upbringing peaking through.
She makes her way into the foothills of the Thunder Peak mountain range with her grisly trophy, finally finding the place where the Ironsworn once held a ceremony to take their oaths together as brothers and sisters. Upon this hill she rests the head, and can be seen kneeling in silence for a long time before uttering something akin to a prayer in the language of her homeland.
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Her journey seemingly completed, the woman makes her way back down through the hullack and returns to Arabel, those who would see her might now notice the anger, the worry in her expression gone, replaced with her old steady gaze and self assured swagger as she walks, moving with renewed purpose.
