Location: Woodland between Bhathairk and Fae City Underhill
Preparation was a hallmark of the Venari as a whole. A lesson that Gottfried had taken to like a trout heading upstream. The notice had been posted in a smaller building on the outskirts of Bhathairk, a remark about a wise-woman having been missing for near on a fortnight.
Worse yet someone had gone to investigate but yet to return from such a trip.
She had read everything about the area she could, even referencing Venari caches for more in depth knowledge about the area before hiding the cache proper once more. The fae folk wandered the area, and several lines of power drew themselves across this stretch of land they figured.
Making the whole situation of an unaccounted for wise-woman all the more concerning.
The cloak secured across her shoulders, she trudged through the paths around the river. Senses attuned to the nature that surrounded her out in the wilds between civilization and that of the unknown fae world.
She didn't dislike the fae by any stretch of imagination. Rather finding the idea of unknown magickal beings somewhat fascinating. If only for being relatively unknown to the world. Or at least as she understood by the leary mentions of the good neighbors, and the fair folk by those in and around Bhathairk.
Both swords lightly clacked against the rings that secured them across her shoulder. Kept from making more noise by the cloak about her shoulders. The small hand crossbow against her thigh unwound for the moment in case of a drizzle while the bolts were strapped into their case on her other thigh.
The assortment of knives on her person scattered across her gear from plainly obvious on her sides to those hidden within her boots and bracers.
The thick gambeson her chosen form of chest armor save for the hardened leather that dotted the vital points. While not intending to offend the fair folk of the region, she kept the iron weapons on her sheathed and out of sight.
Her scarred face searched the sky briefly for any signs of a storm as she stopped beside a low dip in the bank. It was a cool spot, a slight breeze rolling through as she scanned the area, standing where a potential camp site could be made.
She breathed deep, taking in the scents of the land before dropping the pack from its place beneath the cloak. Still a days out, a small respite and check of her gear would be a good last assurance for what unknown things might have been ahead.
Preparation was a hallmark of the Venari as a whole. A lesson that Gottfried had taken to like a trout heading upstream. The notice had been posted in a smaller building on the outskirts of Bhathairk, a remark about a wise-woman having been missing for near on a fortnight.
Worse yet someone had gone to investigate but yet to return from such a trip.
She had read everything about the area she could, even referencing Venari caches for more in depth knowledge about the area before hiding the cache proper once more. The fae folk wandered the area, and several lines of power drew themselves across this stretch of land they figured.
Making the whole situation of an unaccounted for wise-woman all the more concerning.
The cloak secured across her shoulders, she trudged through the paths around the river. Senses attuned to the nature that surrounded her out in the wilds between civilization and that of the unknown fae world.
She didn't dislike the fae by any stretch of imagination. Rather finding the idea of unknown magickal beings somewhat fascinating. If only for being relatively unknown to the world. Or at least as she understood by the leary mentions of the good neighbors, and the fair folk by those in and around Bhathairk.
Both swords lightly clacked against the rings that secured them across her shoulder. Kept from making more noise by the cloak about her shoulders. The small hand crossbow against her thigh unwound for the moment in case of a drizzle while the bolts were strapped into their case on her other thigh.
The assortment of knives on her person scattered across her gear from plainly obvious on her sides to those hidden within her boots and bracers.
The thick gambeson her chosen form of chest armor save for the hardened leather that dotted the vital points. While not intending to offend the fair folk of the region, she kept the iron weapons on her sheathed and out of sight.
Her scarred face searched the sky briefly for any signs of a storm as she stopped beside a low dip in the bank. It was a cool spot, a slight breeze rolling through as she scanned the area, standing where a potential camp site could be made.
She breathed deep, taking in the scents of the land before dropping the pack from its place beneath the cloak. Still a days out, a small respite and check of her gear would be a good last assurance for what unknown things might have been ahead.