Aeluri Atra Word Count: Social Tagged: None Job: Social Mood: Determined. |
Determination.
That’s what drove the two beings, so tiny against the mountainside, so small against the sky. Determination drove them to traverse the treacherous, rugged side of Mount Hakobe in the swirling winds of a blizzard. Their determination to reach the looming fortress of the notorious dark guild Basilisk Fang made each step into the deep snow a little easier.
Aeluri glanced down at her side once again to check that her black feline companion was still fording the snowdrifts without struggle. Their journey that started at the base of Mt. Hakobe in sunlight and high spirits seemed to have taken a difficult turn. The snowstorm had seemingly come out of nowhere and dark, rolling clouds swiftly succumbed the peak with darkness and snow. A lonely, somber feeling seemed to roll off the mountain. Perhaps it was a fitting place for such a guild as Basilisk Fang to reside.
Umbra leapt over another tall drift as the two continued on. Aeluri could see that he was becoming fatigued due to the tremble in his step. Frozen whiskers drooped from his face and clumps of snow caked the fur on his long black legs, making each step more tedious than it should have been. Aeluri was not in any better condition, though. Wind whipped through her long black locks, seeming to want to tug her away from the path and her destination. A fluffy parka covered rosy cheeks as a two eyes, one red and one gold, peered from within. The clothing and gear purchased from a nearby village had kept her alive up until this point. The cinnamon whiskey she had sipped before their departure kept the wizard warm as well.
Dim lights created a golden glow across the bar as Aeluri sat on a high stool, sipping her favorite alcohol. The bar was reminiscent of the rest of the village, lightly populated. Two men sat farther down the bar counter from her, whispering intensely about a matter that seemed very important. Aeluri wasn’t highly interested in their conversation, but listened in anyways. “Have you heard the latest news?” one said with a sparkle in his eye. “Basilisk Fang is on the rise again. I heard there’s been lots of activity from them lately.”
“Really? Are they still attacking the Magic Council?” asked the other. Aeluri sat up, a new interest gleaming in her eyes. She was never a supporter of the Magic Council, but hadn't found a way to directly oppose them alone without arrest or death. “Of course, that’s what the guild’s always done,” the other replied with a scoff.
“Excuse me,” Aeluri interrupted smoothly. Both men turned to look at her with suspicious eyes. “Where might I find this guild?”
Aeluri remembered the encounter briefly as she looked ahead into the white of the storm. The men hadn’t actually known where the guild was and said that nobody but the guild members and allies knew, but instinct pointed her towards the nearby Mt. Hakobe. Hopefully this freezing journey wasn’t for naught and the guild would be before them instead of a frosty death.
“Look!” cried Umbra. Ahead of the two loomed an enormous door set into the side of stone walls so tall that they disappeared into the snowy sky. The two friends glanced at each other relief and excitement, then bolted as fast as they could through the deep snow. When they reached the entrance, Aeluri tugged her dense glove off, hand instantly smarting from the temperature change. The sound of her swift knock could be heard echoing inside.
That’s what drove the two beings, so tiny against the mountainside, so small against the sky. Determination drove them to traverse the treacherous, rugged side of Mount Hakobe in the swirling winds of a blizzard. Their determination to reach the looming fortress of the notorious dark guild Basilisk Fang made each step into the deep snow a little easier.
Aeluri glanced down at her side once again to check that her black feline companion was still fording the snowdrifts without struggle. Their journey that started at the base of Mt. Hakobe in sunlight and high spirits seemed to have taken a difficult turn. The snowstorm had seemingly come out of nowhere and dark, rolling clouds swiftly succumbed the peak with darkness and snow. A lonely, somber feeling seemed to roll off the mountain. Perhaps it was a fitting place for such a guild as Basilisk Fang to reside.
Umbra leapt over another tall drift as the two continued on. Aeluri could see that he was becoming fatigued due to the tremble in his step. Frozen whiskers drooped from his face and clumps of snow caked the fur on his long black legs, making each step more tedious than it should have been. Aeluri was not in any better condition, though. Wind whipped through her long black locks, seeming to want to tug her away from the path and her destination. A fluffy parka covered rosy cheeks as a two eyes, one red and one gold, peered from within. The clothing and gear purchased from a nearby village had kept her alive up until this point. The cinnamon whiskey she had sipped before their departure kept the wizard warm as well.
Dim lights created a golden glow across the bar as Aeluri sat on a high stool, sipping her favorite alcohol. The bar was reminiscent of the rest of the village, lightly populated. Two men sat farther down the bar counter from her, whispering intensely about a matter that seemed very important. Aeluri wasn’t highly interested in their conversation, but listened in anyways. “Have you heard the latest news?” one said with a sparkle in his eye. “Basilisk Fang is on the rise again. I heard there’s been lots of activity from them lately.”
“Really? Are they still attacking the Magic Council?” asked the other. Aeluri sat up, a new interest gleaming in her eyes. She was never a supporter of the Magic Council, but hadn't found a way to directly oppose them alone without arrest or death. “Of course, that’s what the guild’s always done,” the other replied with a scoff.
“Excuse me,” Aeluri interrupted smoothly. Both men turned to look at her with suspicious eyes. “Where might I find this guild?”
Aeluri remembered the encounter briefly as she looked ahead into the white of the storm. The men hadn’t actually known where the guild was and said that nobody but the guild members and allies knew, but instinct pointed her towards the nearby Mt. Hakobe. Hopefully this freezing journey wasn’t for naught and the guild would be before them instead of a frosty death.
“Look!” cried Umbra. Ahead of the two loomed an enormous door set into the side of stone walls so tall that they disappeared into the snowy sky. The two friends glanced at each other relief and excitement, then bolted as fast as they could through the deep snow. When they reached the entrance, Aeluri tugged her dense glove off, hand instantly smarting from the temperature change. The sound of her swift knock could be heard echoing inside.
Notes: None.