It was a note upon the wind, tattered and illegible, which caught my eyes. I plucked it from the air as it passed me by on the stinging desert winds as I walked far along the way I'd taken from my first true home. I followed my senses to a far off place, on the edge of a dark territory to which stunk of death to my nose, something I'd gotten to know personally recently. I followed my nose to a village, which was destroyed, and smelled of sulfur and other noxious elements, like something ignited the entire village at once, or rather like a smell used to cover a slight sickly sweet scent, which permeated underneath the gaseous smell. Upon further inspection to the village, I noticed a page on the wall, almost burned entirely away, but for some reason wasn't entirely burnt. I read the unburned portion, which read that the Council had set out a bounty, on monsters which invaded past their border, of which is Fat Monster-land.
I read this for a moment, before perking my ears up at hearing motion from behind me. I became shadow instantly, and hid among the charred ruins of this village, holding my breath so that I didn't gag on the scent. I watched an unknown figure enter the village, probably making their initial observations about the village and what had happened here. I looked on at them, fearing that they may have seen my physical figure disappear into the smoke, judging their intent on what they chose to see and do, and wonder if they'd make a better hunter, or if they'd just end up as prey.
WC: 278
(OOC, I'm sorry about the short post, and will make longer posts in the future.
Sincerly,
Aera Tylidae)
I read this for a moment, before perking my ears up at hearing motion from behind me. I became shadow instantly, and hid among the charred ruins of this village, holding my breath so that I didn't gag on the scent. I watched an unknown figure enter the village, probably making their initial observations about the village and what had happened here. I looked on at them, fearing that they may have seen my physical figure disappear into the smoke, judging their intent on what they chose to see and do, and wonder if they'd make a better hunter, or if they'd just end up as prey.
WC: 278
(OOC, I'm sorry about the short post, and will make longer posts in the future.
Sincerly,
Aera Tylidae)
Last edited by Aera Tylidae on 20th August 2017, 9:27 am; edited 2 times in total
![Novice [250]](https://i.imgur.com/lrYlde6.png)
The Fat-Monster Lands was one of the very few places that the maid of Grim Heresy never wanted to go to, despite her innate desire to travel around the world. It was filled with monsters of all shapes and sizes, and said monsters would hunt her down and make scrap metal out of her. They'd tear her bit by bit, leaving nothing to spare. This area was the one place Strawberry could say she was absolutely, positively afraid to go to, but not actually because of that reason. Being ripped apart or destroyed was never a concern of hers, she could easily just be rebuilt of course, but the thing was that if monsters would hurt her, she'd more than likely hurt them back. And that was what she was afraid of, because of her built in pacifist programming. She couldn't bear to hurt anyone or anything that was living, regardless of how good, evil, pure, or tainted they were. However, as of a couple weeks ago she now has a system that can override that, which makes her even more scared of engaging in combat. If she were to get hit even once, there'd be no telling what she could do. Of course, she wasn't the most powerful of mages around, and her magic was mundane in combat, but she still achieved feats none expected her to achieve when she was in battles - if none believed her, they could look at her memory chip.
