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The forest, what was once a lush green area, was now blanketed in snow. The trees the ground. Everything covered in snow. Smaller forest animals have taken refuge in a warmer place, maybe to keep themselves warmer and feel more humble.

A young, male knight wandered the forest. He had semi spiky blonde hair and wore an orange-bronze armoured chest piece. His outer outfit would be a blueish cloth like material. However, he had a red cloak wrapped around him, along with a hood. Maybe to keep warm?

It was bitterly cold and windy. Aside from wandering monsters and passing bandits that would conceal themselves in the snowy bushes or in a pile of snow. Monsters and beasts however would only attack wandering travellers or anyone if they feel threatened. Bandits only attack others for the hell of it. Robbing one blind or holding a sharp blade against one's throat.

However, Oersted can hold his own. He had his own way of defending himself. A broadsword. A trusted weapon he always have used. However, where was he going and why was he in a meandering forest, covered in a blissful white?

His fresh foot prints were left in the snow, which were followed with random small animal tracks. Pretty sure nothing would bother him, right? Though, things could get rather chaotic if something would happen to him. Or to anyone who ventured here.

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Ova in her black D'Artagnan moved through the snow laden forest, with no sense of goal or direction, just travelling until she could reach the next village or town, in which sadly lost her way since the snow also covered the path as well. All of this was suppose to be her vacation from Dimensional Lord duties, but to her it seems this vacation would be a dud. As she moved through the forest all gloomy since there wasn't any action or adventure, she soon saw a man wearing strange armor of orange and blue, possibly seeing this as a sign for things to come she decided to trail him, hiding behind trees and in bushes to conceal her movements, to see wear this young lad was heading off too.

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He continued on his way. Ever so silent. Pulling his hood over his head that would be attached from his cloak, Oersted made his way though the chilled, forbidding wonderland. He had his trusted broadsword in hand. He did wonder if anyone would attack him. Be it monster or bandit.

"Someone is around...?" He asked. "I can... feel that someone is around."

He pulled his blade and grasped it firmly at it's handle.

"I will not hold back..."

Seeing that he was on to her Ova decided to slowly walk away from the tree she was hiding behind, her hands raised, not interested in fighting her potential opportunity for adventure and action. She looked at him with a sly grin on her face and just said to him "Hello, stranger, may I travel with you?" looking at him dead in the eye.

(It's alright)

From high atop a tree sat an inquisitive little fairy appearing to be no more then twelve as she watches thease strange people she flicks back a strand of her long white hair and marvels at the strangers as her bright blue eyes flick between the two hoping that neither notices her presence.

Opening his steel blue eyes, the young knight's expression faded from being neutral to a rather kind one. Withdrawing his blade and pulling his hood down, he blonde knight gave a rather wary smile to the traveller.

"You have my humble and sincere kindness. It gets lonesome when one travels alone. "Oersted addressed in a rather polite manner. "Please stay close. There are some beasts that lurk here. We must make haste, for the winds can foretell that something may happen or the snow may worsen."

Pulling his hood back up, he gave a smile and extended his hand out to her. "Do tell me your name."

" hi"* says a small quiet voice from some where in the trees*

Ova grinned as she put her hands down and ran closer to him and said "The names Lor-...I mean Ova, the names Ova" she looked at him eager see her adventure and added "What's your name?" she completely ignored the fairy since she didn't really hear her.

* not far away a small thud is heard as a small figure about the size of a child stands at the edge of the clearing being carful to stay in the shadows*

//Would it be ok for me to join? Or do you have enough people already? //

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Hi, I think I'll participate in this. I've got some work to do so I'll do an rp post soon.))

"Is... someone around?"

He turned back to face Ova and gave his most warmest and enduring smiles. Though, His attack seemed to be caught onto something else.

"I heard something. Did you hear it?"

Shasta had been doing one of his favorite past times, walking through the snow laden forest letting his mind wander and enjoying the simplistic beauty of it all. He noticed the wind pick up a bit but didn't pay much heed until it got cold enough to where his nose had been dusted pink and he couldn't feel it anymore. He pulled his blue-grey scarf over his nose and shielded his eyes with his hand from the wind and snow. Shasta walked for minutes that seemed like hours, trying to figure out where he had wandered off to but found hope when he saw some, somewhat fresh looking tracks. They were quickly being cover by snow but were still defined enough for him to see them. He continued to follow in the general direction of the tracks until he saw two figures, as he neared closer he noticed a rather tall woman talking to a male with blonde hair and a red cloak. He debated on going up to them, he wasn't sure if it was a smart thing to do seeing as though he was out-numbered but at the rate the snow was coming down he probably would be lost in a freezing wasteland and that was something he was not particularly fond of.

He quietly walked up, but didn't want to startle them so he cleared his throat. Hoping they would hear him. “Ehm, Hello there.” He said keeping a safe distance away from the two.

Ova turned around and looked at the white haired boy and said "I'm pretty sure you mean him is what you hear" she pointed at the boy and then waved at him

She smiles pleased that despite hearing her they saw him instead of her she sighs in relief and watches the trio talk

Shasta smiled slightly, seeing as though they probably wouldn't harm him. He still was cautious as he approached the two. He gave a small wave before walking up to them.

"Um Hello there, This is rather awkward for me to say but...I'm a bit lost and was wondering if it would be ok for me to travel with you until you reach a small town, or any sort of inhabited area for that matter." He blushed slightly, not wanting to ask for help but he really didn't have a choice. He noticed that he didn't introduce himself which made him blush slightly more. "My name is Shasta by the way, Shasta Clemens. Its nice to meet you." He realized how much he had just talked and he quietly looked down at his hands, hoping he didn't annoy the two.

Merrick's horse plods through the snowy forest, the winds whipping around him. He pulls up his cloak around his face more, listening to the howling wind and the clank of his gear. He looks out through the forest and sees a group of 3 (?) people standing about. Instinctively, his hand goes to the hilt of his sword, expecting them to be hostile. He slows down his horse and tries to make his way past them without being noticed.

More people, the merrier. This did make Oersted smile from under his hood. Resting his sword's point onto the snow and placing his left hand on the hilt, Oersted. First Ova, then a little faire. Now Shasta. CLosinghis eyes, he gave a rather gentle sigh.

"My name is Oersted. You can join us. However, we must make haste. It is getting late and we should set up camp some place warm. Oh, do not worry. I have stayed out in the snow before."

Shasta nodded his head in understanding and gave a small smile. "Thank you for letting me join your group." He said happily before looking up at the darkening sky and then looking back down, seeing what looks to be a cloaked figure riding a horse. The slowing pace of the horse slightly concerning him. He stares at the rider, looking out for any dangerous, sudden movements.