The Allirian reach could be described very briefly: It's flat. The land being great for farming caused many farms to be near Alliria, but for those who had inquired about the poster, and accept the job, they would be directed towards a remote, and out of the way area within the Allirian reach. As one traveled the farms became less common, greater distances growing between them. Villages becoming smaller the further from out one went. So when they neared where they had been directed to it would not be the even rows of crops, but long grass that surrounded them in every direction.
The time for the meeting had been midday, and the exact location of the meeting would be a massive boulder that acted as a landmark where those who would be dealing with the mission could gather. The boulder was a perfect landmark because it was stood as a clear disturbance in an otherwise completely flat landscape. On top of the boulder sat Steve, cloud watching, and hoping that help would arrive soon. The smell of freshly made potato stew drifting around at the base of the rock.
Steve absentmindedly reach out towards a cloud, he had once dreamed of being able to shape the clouds when he was much younger and had first learned he had the gift for magic. Still he eventually learned that he did not in any way have the gift to touch things as far away as the clouds. Even now he wondered what that felt like to be able to reach out and change things so far away. He had heard from those who could reach the clouds that is was easy to shape them, they talked about it with such little interest. It was like a giant plucking leaves from a tree, it was nothing to a giant, but to the little folk it was something simply out of reach.
"How could I who can not even reach the clouds, possibly touch the hearts of man from even farther away?"
Looking at the sun he thought of Gerra,
"Maybe a certain fire giant can give me his secret, HEHEHE... *Sigh*"
Steve allowed his arm to drop down once more, The sun was almost at its peak. Steve began looking around to see if anyone had drawn near.
Orbit
The time for the meeting had been midday, and the exact location of the meeting would be a massive boulder that acted as a landmark where those who would be dealing with the mission could gather. The boulder was a perfect landmark because it was stood as a clear disturbance in an otherwise completely flat landscape. On top of the boulder sat Steve, cloud watching, and hoping that help would arrive soon. The smell of freshly made potato stew drifting around at the base of the rock.
Steve absentmindedly reach out towards a cloud, he had once dreamed of being able to shape the clouds when he was much younger and had first learned he had the gift for magic. Still he eventually learned that he did not in any way have the gift to touch things as far away as the clouds. Even now he wondered what that felt like to be able to reach out and change things so far away. He had heard from those who could reach the clouds that is was easy to shape them, they talked about it with such little interest. It was like a giant plucking leaves from a tree, it was nothing to a giant, but to the little folk it was something simply out of reach.
"How could I who can not even reach the clouds, possibly touch the hearts of man from even farther away?"
Looking at the sun he thought of Gerra,
"Maybe a certain fire giant can give me his secret, HEHEHE... *Sigh*"
Steve allowed his arm to drop down once more, The sun was almost at its peak. Steve began looking around to see if anyone had drawn near.
Orbit