Setting
To be edited.
Serenia
Serenia is a Kingdom controlling the mid and north eastern section of the continent, thousands of miles worth of land, and out into the sea to embrace the string of north eastern islands. Ruled by a singular Queen, Briena Erani Skysong.
Minimap
northwest |
north |
northeast |
west |
You are here. |
east |
southwest |
south |
southeast |
Serenia is a part of 
Planet of Galeia | Continent of Calraida.
3 Places in Serenia:
Turns out, Mizzy miscalculated the time it would take to reach the city. She'd hoped to make it before the morning sun. Considering the sun now sat above the horizon, she counted that as a failure. She now walked the well worn path with her hood over her head and her eyes cast downward to her feet. To make matters worse, she was walking toward the morning sun, so even if she did glance upward, she caught a face full of blinding sun. To say that she was unhappy was an understatement. She was pissed. Mizzy would be happier if she was able to see more than a few feet a head of her without getting blinded.
All that being said, she did not believe herself to be too much further from Skysong. By her count, she had at least an hour or so of listless walking left until she reached the city. Of course, he count had been wrong before considering she was traveling during the morning sun, but she wouldn't allow herself to be wrong twice in a row. Her pride wouldn't allow her. From the glances she managed to steal from either side of her, it appeared that the path she strode on was flanked on either side by trees.
Up ahead of her, she heard the rustle of grass, apparently she wasn't alone on the road. Which wasn't surprising. It was a public road after all. At first, she figured it to be another group of travelers going in the other direction, nothing that desired her attention. She glanced up and could make out three figures before the brightness got to her and she had to hide her eyes once more. It wasn't until a shadow deposited itself in front of her path did she stop.
"Right..." Mizzy monotoned. This was going to be good. "Hey there little lady," the brute said, and he was a brute, considering the base in his voice. Mizzy simply sighed and raised her head to look at him. She winced due to the sunlight hitting her eyes, but quickly shifted to her side so she stood in the man's shadow. He was indeed a big one, and probably the leader of the little outfit because of it. The other two that stood behind him were shorter and slimmer, one giving her a toothless grin.
Behind them all, she could see a tipped cart, with the bodies of its occupants laid out beside it, the horse that carried them tied up to the nearest tree. Bandits she thought, but held no judgement. She spent her nights neck deep in graves, after all. They did not have no immediate reaction upon the revelation that she was a Drow, but that was probably because of their size difference. She sighed again. "What?" she demanded.
"Feisty one, aren't ya?" he drawled, causing Mizzy to roll her eyes. "You know the drill. Give us your valuables or end up like them," he said, hooking a thumb toward the dead travelers.
"Oh no. Whatever will I do?" Mizzy deadpanned, her face impassive. "Look, just get out of my way. I don't want to do this now," She said, moving to step around the man. Only, the bandit moved to block her path again, and the hate began to seethe in her eyes.
"I don't think you understand..." he began, but Mizzy stopped listening. He said something afterward, but she only shielded her face and shook her head.
"Just shut up, alright? Shut up. I-- you know what? Fine. Fine. You did this to yourselves," she said, looking up and taking a step backward. There was a shutter in the air as unfamiliar words slipped out of Mizzy's mouth. An instant later, a rusty cutlass rested on the bandit's shoulders as the illusions that concealed her escort of four corpses lifted. Cries of pain echoed from behind, before being silenced by wet crunches as the other corpses dealt with the other two bandits. The one stared at Mizzy with wide, confused eyes, and she simply smiled back.
"Told you. You did this to yourselves," she said, and with that, the skeleton brought the blade across his throat, leaving Mizzy to dodge the spray of blood. "Easy!" she yelled at the unfeeling corpse. "Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "Just... Prepare the bodies," she told the one skeleton, "And everyone else, flip that cart back over. I can probably sell it and the horse in the city," she told the rest.
"Quickly now, we don't want anyone to trip over any of this," she said, clapping her hands in hope of some hustle.
All that being said, she did not believe herself to be too much further from Skysong. By her count, she had at least an hour or so of listless walking left until she reached the city. Of course, he count had been wrong before considering she was traveling during the morning sun, but she wouldn't allow herself to be wrong twice in a row. Her pride wouldn't allow her. From the glances she managed to steal from either side of her, it appeared that the path she strode on was flanked on either side by trees.
Up ahead of her, she heard the rustle of grass, apparently she wasn't alone on the road. Which wasn't surprising. It was a public road after all. At first, she figured it to be another group of travelers going in the other direction, nothing that desired her attention. She glanced up and could make out three figures before the brightness got to her and she had to hide her eyes once more. It wasn't until a shadow deposited itself in front of her path did she stop.
"Right..." Mizzy monotoned. This was going to be good. "Hey there little lady," the brute said, and he was a brute, considering the base in his voice. Mizzy simply sighed and raised her head to look at him. She winced due to the sunlight hitting her eyes, but quickly shifted to her side so she stood in the man's shadow. He was indeed a big one, and probably the leader of the little outfit because of it. The other two that stood behind him were shorter and slimmer, one giving her a toothless grin.
Behind them all, she could see a tipped cart, with the bodies of its occupants laid out beside it, the horse that carried them tied up to the nearest tree. Bandits she thought, but held no judgement. She spent her nights neck deep in graves, after all. They did not have no immediate reaction upon the revelation that she was a Drow, but that was probably because of their size difference. She sighed again. "What?" she demanded.
"Feisty one, aren't ya?" he drawled, causing Mizzy to roll her eyes. "You know the drill. Give us your valuables or end up like them," he said, hooking a thumb toward the dead travelers.
"Oh no. Whatever will I do?" Mizzy deadpanned, her face impassive. "Look, just get out of my way. I don't want to do this now," She said, moving to step around the man. Only, the bandit moved to block her path again, and the hate began to seethe in her eyes.
"I don't think you understand..." he began, but Mizzy stopped listening. He said something afterward, but she only shielded her face and shook her head.
"Just shut up, alright? Shut up. I-- you know what? Fine. Fine. You did this to yourselves," she said, looking up and taking a step backward. There was a shutter in the air as unfamiliar words slipped out of Mizzy's mouth. An instant later, a rusty cutlass rested on the bandit's shoulders as the illusions that concealed her escort of four corpses lifted. Cries of pain echoed from behind, before being silenced by wet crunches as the other corpses dealt with the other two bandits. The one stared at Mizzy with wide, confused eyes, and she simply smiled back.
"Told you. You did this to yourselves," she said, and with that, the skeleton brought the blade across his throat, leaving Mizzy to dodge the spray of blood. "Easy!" she yelled at the unfeeling corpse. "Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "Just... Prepare the bodies," she told the one skeleton, "And everyone else, flip that cart back over. I can probably sell it and the horse in the city," she told the rest.
"Quickly now, we don't want anyone to trip over any of this," she said, clapping her hands in hope of some hustle.
- 1 posts here • Page 1 of 1