Post by Vio on Feb 4, 2021 15:33:49 GMT -5
Seere #1
The blazing yellow sun was meeting its match that day, as thick cloud cover served to dull the rays, with a mild threat of rainfall. Yet the air was still decently warm — a few less clouds and one could have easily called it a pleasant day for an afternoon stroll. The tail end of lunch hour for most saw much of Stetson’s townsfolk returning to their life’s labours, some content with their standing in life, others a little more reluctant. It didn’t really change much, for this was the usual rigmarole of the people.
The usual, unperturbed by the presence of another.
Perhaps a mile or two from the outer limits of Stetson City, amidst the forests that swallowed much of the land beyond the farmsteads, a campsite had been set up. Dozens of tents, some bigger than others, had been raised with some sense of order. If not for their very temporary natures, one could have almost called it the makings of a small village. Smaller shelters simply served as barracks, with simple camping cots arranged in something of a Spartan style — rather close knit but organised. Larger tents served more practical purposes, including a temporary kitchen, a presently unoccupied medical ward, and an open forge.
A little further still, a stretch of woodland had been chopped down — trees completely uprooted in some cases — with its lumber currently being split and worked by a small handful of burly men. And there, sat upon a rocky ridge that nearly perfectly served as a seat, was an immense presence. Yellow eyes stared at a sheet of material resting upon her lap, observing the various blots that had been previously drawn upon it with an immense brush. Each and every marking had a meaning, whether obvious or not, and this one very much knew what she was looking at. After all, it was of her own derivation.—— MEANWHILE ——
Amidst the clear shirts and slacks and the variable dresses of the general populace, it was rather easy to spot a foreigner amidst the city streets. It was even easier to spot a large gathering of said foreigners as they emerged from one of the local taverns, ‘The Drunken Monkey Saloon’, whose signage had been missing the ‘y’ for at the very least a few months. All the same, a rather rowdy and raucous gathering of about a dozen men had spilled out onto the streets in the wake of a midday meal, bellies full and various bags of supplies on their backs and across their shoulders. Clad in jerkins or simple tops and pants, some with other adornments, they certainly looked out of place.“Hey, which way was it again?” one questioned:
“To the west, right?”“Uh… S#¡+, I can’t remember…”
“South, you bozos, now c’mon! Time’s a-wastin’,” commanded another, prompting a few rolled eyes and some off comments muttered under breaths. Some walking, some waddling, the group took a moment to gather their bearings and adjust their belongings.{Post Synopsis:—}
As Seere studies her most recent stratagems, some of her troops spill out of a local bar in town and debate direction.
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