Snippet #2688577

A mounted warrior rode down along the beach. Her dark hair blew in the sea breezes, and her dark eyes focused on an odd group of people. Maegan Davenport was patrolling her liege lord's lands and had noticed something falling from the sky.

It was not the first occurrence of strange pieces of armor and metal falling from the skies for Maegan. There had been those that had come before. Each mysterious and mystifying traveler had explained where they had come from and it fascinated Maegan.

There were worlds beyond Gaia and Siv'en, but unreachable and unattainable. Those who had come mentioned how it was nigh impossible to return to where they had come from. A force was keeping their ... machines of metal and armor from working again after arriving to Gaia. Most had mentioned that their coming upon the world was a mistake, or an accident.

This appeared to be the case as well, as far as Maegan could discern.

The white stallion rode at a steady pace toward the group. The rider was clad in simple garb. Maegan wore a boiled leather jerkin over a tunic dyed blue. The dye alone marked her as a noble or a minor noble. Such luxuries were not afforded to the peasant caste. Her sword marked her as a high standing citizen as well.

It was finely made. The cross guard was gilded in gold and wrapped in beautifully tanned leather. The blade was long and thin. If inspected closer, the inspector would find that it closely resembled the ronin's in its own way.

"State your purpose travelers," Maegan demanded as she and her mount arrived a few paces from the others. Her stare was curious but cautious. Her right hand rested on the pommel of her sword.

In the far distance, the Empyrean Sea was beginning to churn and turn turbulent. A massive storm was brewing and growing quickly. The sun had already begun to darken; a shade covering the lands.