Chapter I
Welcome Aboard
Welcome Aboard
Once upon a time, there was an once upon a time, for each character of this small, yet not so small tale. They have came from many places, they have fought many challenges, yet they were nobody interesting in particular. Sad, isn't?
Now folks, it's not my position to evoke such tales, as our heroes themselves shall tell you, eventually, their stories. Not only for the sake of this story, but for your amusement also.
Sit down near a warm fireplace or bonfire, get yourself a drink and open your ears, your mind, to the songs, to the tales...
A middle aged woman looked around the forest full of wagons, as if waiting for something in particular. She had an irked look on her well aged, yet delicate peach colored face. Her oceanic eyes shone with both humor and annoyance.
whilst she fiddled with her midnight black hair, her small feet patted on the ground impatiently. The woman was most likely waiting for someone.
Her simpleton clothes had beautiful and colorful decorations. She also wore a small green bandanna that covered only the front of her hair, leaving a few bangs out. A pair of hoop earrings and a beautiful bronze ring finished her modest yet interesting look.
After a while, when she decided that she could not wait anymore, someone opened the door of the largest wagon and exited.
The woman sighed in anticipation and took the arm of the figure, also a lady, though much younger. This one was clad in black and green above her simple white dress. A dark blue cape covered her shoulders. Her skin was slightly darker than the ravenette woman's, but it glowed much more. She had beautiful golden eyes, those also shined with humor, yet more with mischief. Her lips were full, pinkish, seductive. Her red rose hair, so shiny, soft, yet just a little bit wild. It has the perfect hue when the sun goes down.
"So how did it go?" The woman asked the redheaded maiden.
"Oh, very pleasantly cat, really." She said with a bit of humor lacing her voice. The other woman, now revealed as "Cat", smiled with a bit of relief.
"I swear to gods child, I almost had gone in there! What did he wanted, anyway?" She asked, very annoyed.
"Oh well, dear father just wanted me to go to the next town, to 'seek new talents'." Said the young lady, while mocking the man's voice in her last line.
"Oh no, he didn't!" Cat had now a very angry look. Sierra just smiled gently.
"He did. But do not worry, let me do as he asked."
"But dear, last time he had sent you and you had brought us the dwarf, the man had almost threw you out on the streets!" Cat said, exasperated. The maiden just laughed.
"But the dwarf was good, wasn't he? He was just a bit... Drunk. Now he is an essential part of the group."
"The only problem is that he drinks much more than you drink, my dear Sierra. That's an expense." Cat said matter of factly.
"And expense kills father's moods, aye, I know." The redhead, now known as Sierra, grinned.
"But don't worry, I promise to not bring any drunks this time!"
"It's a oath then. Keep it!" Said the older woman, who kissed Sierra's forehead before patting on both of her shoulders "Now go, quickly, on your way!"
Sierra just bowed quickly like she usually does when a show is over, got on a horse, and went on her way, after new talents for the troupe...
A young woman was walking, no almost dancing down the street of this new town. Well, new to her anyways. Her solid green skirt swayed with her body and her simple white blouse made her hair seem an even brighter red. Her cat ears swiveled to catch any noise and her tail flitted back and forth.
On her back was a violin case, her only treasured possession. She hummed to herself, thinking of a new tune to play. Her ears flicked back as they caught the sound of hoofbeats behind her. Ceilibell moved to the side of the rode to get out of the way and watched the traveler curiously.
On her back was a violin case, her only treasured possession. She hummed to herself, thinking of a new tune to play. Her ears flicked back as they caught the sound of hoofbeats behind her. Ceilibell moved to the side of the rode to get out of the way and watched the traveler curiously.
"Sir, surely you can see this is the finest quality craftsmanship!" the merchant said, offering the leather jerkin for inspection once again.
The young man sighed, though he was still slightly more amused than annoyed. "Yes, of course. Fine work indeed! And as I've already said, armor isn't my style. Now, if I could purchase this pouch?"
The shopkeep's gaze roamed over the multiple sword sheaths, the longbow and staff, the pack. He smiled. "But my good fellow, clearly you're a man of action, a discerning adventurer, a person in need of such fine armor as..."
"Looks can be deceiving," the fellow interrupted calmly but firmly. "Really, I just want..."
"But see how nicely..." the merchant started to interrupt back.
"Just sell me the bloody pouch, would you!" the man barked loudly as he slammed the small leather bag down on the counter.
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"Barmy git," the fellow groused to himself as he paused down the street, having finally escaped the merchant and moved safely out of sight. "What's with the hard sell in this town, anyway!" Glancing about to verify no one was watching, he dug a handful of coins from his pocket and counted them, shaking his head with a sigh.
"It's not like I could afford armor even if I wanted the stuff," he muttered as he let his fortune fall into the hard-won pouch. "I need to find work. Soon."
New pouch stowed away and old, torn one thrown aside, Kwin Longclaw adjusted his hat, stepped back out onto the street, and looked about for likely prospects.
The young man sighed, though he was still slightly more amused than annoyed. "Yes, of course. Fine work indeed! And as I've already said, armor isn't my style. Now, if I could purchase this pouch?"
The shopkeep's gaze roamed over the multiple sword sheaths, the longbow and staff, the pack. He smiled. "But my good fellow, clearly you're a man of action, a discerning adventurer, a person in need of such fine armor as..."
"Looks can be deceiving," the fellow interrupted calmly but firmly. "Really, I just want..."
"But see how nicely..." the merchant started to interrupt back.
"Just sell me the bloody pouch, would you!" the man barked loudly as he slammed the small leather bag down on the counter.
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"Barmy git," the fellow groused to himself as he paused down the street, having finally escaped the merchant and moved safely out of sight. "What's with the hard sell in this town, anyway!" Glancing about to verify no one was watching, he dug a handful of coins from his pocket and counted them, shaking his head with a sigh.
"It's not like I could afford armor even if I wanted the stuff," he muttered as he let his fortune fall into the hard-won pouch. "I need to find work. Soon."
New pouch stowed away and old, torn one thrown aside, Kwin Longclaw adjusted his hat, stepped back out onto the street, and looked about for likely prospects.