The sun had just risen when Shai'Rel and her companion left their warm forest homes for the harsh, frigid badlands to the north. The path was well travelled by her kin, though traces of their passing are rarely noticed by the despoilers that called this land their home. Those that followed the trails back were never found. However it was normally at night when Shai'Rel and her sisters set out to collect the abandoned materials left behind by battles past, be it armor or swords. Anything the Y'Tor could melt down was taken.
Although that time was behind her now, as the aching mark on her face would remind her until the nerves heal. Though now that she was beyond home, she would keep her helmet on. They were headed to hostile lands now, the scent of grass and morning dew soon to be replaced by frozen wind and stale miasma. The river would not be too far. Once they cross that, then they'll arrive to the foraging grounds. Beyond that was left to the imagination. She and her sisters had never traveled beyond the battlegrounds, but she wouldn't be the first to do it either.
To reach the outsiders, they must follow the mountains through the Blightlands. After that trial, everything should be fine.
As the sound of the river faintly reached her ears, she turned to her companion. "We are close to the river now. Beyond that will be a dead land with remnants of ancient battles. It will be much colder there." Shai'Rel has her armor to warm her up, and the cowl and cloak she wore would help keep the heat in. Should the cold prove too much, she could have her weapon ignite to provide the warmth they'd both need for this journey.
Zu-Atso
Although that time was behind her now, as the aching mark on her face would remind her until the nerves heal. Though now that she was beyond home, she would keep her helmet on. They were headed to hostile lands now, the scent of grass and morning dew soon to be replaced by frozen wind and stale miasma. The river would not be too far. Once they cross that, then they'll arrive to the foraging grounds. Beyond that was left to the imagination. She and her sisters had never traveled beyond the battlegrounds, but she wouldn't be the first to do it either.
To reach the outsiders, they must follow the mountains through the Blightlands. After that trial, everything should be fine.
As the sound of the river faintly reached her ears, she turned to her companion. "We are close to the river now. Beyond that will be a dead land with remnants of ancient battles. It will be much colder there." Shai'Rel has her armor to warm her up, and the cowl and cloak she wore would help keep the heat in. Should the cold prove too much, she could have her weapon ignite to provide the warmth they'd both need for this journey.
Zu-Atso