Vivaldi--Spring
Aye, the pleasant, peaceful sounds that made up this wonderful day for a particularly peaceful hamlet bordering the lake that partly separated the land that belonged to Iverien from the twisted swamplands of Duun. A delightfully warm and welcoming breeze blew from the lake, rustling through the streets, a soothing and composing melody that settled the minds of the many inhabitants of Silverwood. It was evidently midday, the delicious and tantalizing aromas hugging the settlement like a blanket of happiness, occasionally reaching outwards whenever the wind came through.
That heavenly time of day, where all was (mostly) silent and unmoving as villagers were supposed to be enjoying their meals and going about their normal and quiet lives. A teapot singing its afternoon whistle was one of the few things that broke the calm air of the settlement.
The keyword is... Was.
Boots Randolph--Yakety Sax
The nonchalant atmosphere of the settlement was immediately shattered by the explosive and intense noise of... something. All closer inspection of this intrusion revealed this intrusive object to be a reptilian man-thing of great stature with a broad mass not unlike a stone wall. With its... loudness, this being of uncertain origin had become a bold and blazing contrast to the naturally bland and boring city.
Bursting through an upper window of one of the many buildings that made up Silverwood, Nahvariik gracefully soared through the air before landing with an earth-shaking thud with a mob of angry villagers and several armed guards crowding the streets mere seconds after.
However, despite having such a crowd after him, he passed through several small alleyways and streets in a futile attempt to lose them, and as he continued several pairs of undergarments were thrown his way by the numerous onlooking female inhabitants that observed from their windows, a few from the more... "larger than life" specimens. The Dragon, as he was publicly known, was quite a favorite among the female population, the vast majority swooning over him due his... charisma.
As the magnificent bastard tranversed the maze of walkways, he dodged and weaved his large form around street vendors and carts, his movements changing like water flowing around rocks. He vaulted himself over a heavy cart, knocking the cart over in the process, its contents spilling over the cobblestone path in an attempt to slow the mob behind him.
The chase continued for a good few minutes, until Nahvariik suddenly halted, his continuous sprint ending at the docks that Silverwood was known for, as the settlement's main export was fishing. Turning around, he yelled out as if attempting to defend his actions, "She's the one who was hitting on me! Why are you chasing me and not her!?"
When those very words left his reptilian lips, he felt the whispers of a dozen arrows whizzing past his skin. As a reflexive response, he whirled around and heaved himself over the side of the wooden docks, diving into the welcoming lake waters...
...
That was hours ago.
Nahvariik, having gruelingly hauled himself out of the swamp that he used to escape, knowing well that he would no longer be welcome to the settlement that he was quite rudely evicted from. As he exhaled, he felt a sharp stabbing sensation in his side, and looking down, he noticed the source of the pain: one of the guards were lucky and had managed to pierce his side with a single arrow, but the Dragon wasn't worried much as he removed the arrow that was protruding from his side. The wound wasn't major, and it would be added to the total collection of scars soon.
Looking around, the Dragon realized where he was, as the swamplands were familiar to him, despite being absent from the area for a good generation or two: He had reached his destination of Duun, one of the few locations in Camdiere that some of the rarest yet most dangerous ingredients grew in abundance.
The vegetation around him was thick, and the few lasting rays of sunlight burned through the canopy that had mostly shrouded the forest in darkness. While most travelers would stop for the night and make a source of light to ward off any potential predators that prowled these dark and dangerous lands, Nahvariik had no such fears, as he was more than capable of defending himself even if he was exhausted.
Then, out of nowhere, a scream filled the air, sending nearby birds into a frenzy, the smaller animals scattering from the sudden intrusion. By judging the intensity of the scream, the weary fighter anticipated the source to be nearby - no more than a good ten or twenty minutes further into the darkening woodlands.
Oh, I'm getting too old for this, he thought to himself out loud as he felt the handle of his greatsword, and quickly and stealthily rushed ahead to investigate the sound.