GaldorXII
Dalayan Beginner
Tired of out of food and water the young rogue monk was fighting her way through the thick undergrowth of the southern areas in the Mistwoods.
"Tired of this damn forest! All day long I've seen nothing but weeds and vines!"
Slicing the back blade of her ulak down the side of her left leg Milosa freed herself from the current bind of vines that was snaring her progression to Erudin.
Supposedly The Dark Mistress had sent a sign to Milosa that spoke of a monk in the city that wasn't too keen with is ideals and that Sivyana wished to either bring an ender to the monk's life, or the monk's disbelief. But knowing what the Sensei was capable of Milosa was hesitant to accept the sign and follow Sivyana's word, which she knew she'd pay for later.
A vine slapped Milosa in the face then raked across her body and tore her satchel from her, flinging it into the darkness of the woods.
"Gods damn this forest and burn it to the ground!"
Through her anger Milosa's right arm suddenyl combusted into a blazing inferno as she sunk a Tiger's Claw into a nearby tree trunk turning the trunk into a massive torch that lit the forest, only for a moment.
Rain seemed to come at the right time, as if it was summoned. The water soaked the tree and turned the blaze into a sizzling battle between the forces of fire and water.
"Figures, bastard sky decides to spit on me while this damned forest is ripping my clothes and packs apart," Milosa screamed in a fury as she torn away several animated vines that were ripping through her stolen satchel, saving only a strap of cloth and the items that were inside of it.
Milosa stood up, leaving her things on the ground and summoned up a signet of fire that sent a flare through the air.
The blast of fire shot in an arc and landed roughly a hundred strides away, right inside the structure of an old Druid Ring.
Groaning of the trees flowed through the woods at the sight of a Druid Ring defiler.
A man, slinder but covered in tight muscles dropped from a tree above Milosa's head, leaving a small crater where he landed, sending waves of foliage flying through the air around them.
"Who are you to bring sorrow among the trees of Mistwood?"
"I'm not suppose to talk to strangers," Milosa's face was hidden by the darkness, and it was a good thing other wise the man would have surely spotted the hostile smirk that was invading Milosa's cheeks.
"I am Endim the Green! And You?! Defiler of these Ruins, that's who you are!"
"Maybe I make a mockery of your ruins, what of it? They aren't my interest, and it was only a temporary signet, isn't even real. Calm yourself pitiful man. Do you know where I can find a certain monk by the name Mukar?"
"No, not here but-"
The man's voice was cut short by the clanking of several Erudin Defender's armor that made their way closer to the girl and the man.
"Shhhh! Shut up old man!"
"Here! She's Here!"
"Shut up!"
Milosa sends a foot into the chest of the man, causing him to not only lose his breath but soar through the air and land by the ruins he's been bitching about. But the man's body was caught short by another man, who clearly wore the emblem of The Crimson Order.
"Well, seems you don't like to be very friendly to our inhabitants Milosa."
"Who are you?"
By this time the score of Guards had closed in on the area that Milosa and the man of The Order were in.
" I am Mukar, and you are under arrest by Erudin law!"
"What!"
Milosa was swarmed immediately by the Guards, and even after fighting off three of their ranks she was clubbed in the back of the head, soon sinking into the blackness of sleep.
"Tired of this damn forest! All day long I've seen nothing but weeds and vines!"
Slicing the back blade of her ulak down the side of her left leg Milosa freed herself from the current bind of vines that was snaring her progression to Erudin.
Supposedly The Dark Mistress had sent a sign to Milosa that spoke of a monk in the city that wasn't too keen with is ideals and that Sivyana wished to either bring an ender to the monk's life, or the monk's disbelief. But knowing what the Sensei was capable of Milosa was hesitant to accept the sign and follow Sivyana's word, which she knew she'd pay for later.
A vine slapped Milosa in the face then raked across her body and tore her satchel from her, flinging it into the darkness of the woods.
"Gods damn this forest and burn it to the ground!"
Through her anger Milosa's right arm suddenyl combusted into a blazing inferno as she sunk a Tiger's Claw into a nearby tree trunk turning the trunk into a massive torch that lit the forest, only for a moment.
Rain seemed to come at the right time, as if it was summoned. The water soaked the tree and turned the blaze into a sizzling battle between the forces of fire and water.
"Figures, bastard sky decides to spit on me while this damned forest is ripping my clothes and packs apart," Milosa screamed in a fury as she torn away several animated vines that were ripping through her stolen satchel, saving only a strap of cloth and the items that were inside of it.
Milosa stood up, leaving her things on the ground and summoned up a signet of fire that sent a flare through the air.
The blast of fire shot in an arc and landed roughly a hundred strides away, right inside the structure of an old Druid Ring.
Groaning of the trees flowed through the woods at the sight of a Druid Ring defiler.
A man, slinder but covered in tight muscles dropped from a tree above Milosa's head, leaving a small crater where he landed, sending waves of foliage flying through the air around them.
"Who are you to bring sorrow among the trees of Mistwood?"
"I'm not suppose to talk to strangers," Milosa's face was hidden by the darkness, and it was a good thing other wise the man would have surely spotted the hostile smirk that was invading Milosa's cheeks.
"I am Endim the Green! And You?! Defiler of these Ruins, that's who you are!"
"Maybe I make a mockery of your ruins, what of it? They aren't my interest, and it was only a temporary signet, isn't even real. Calm yourself pitiful man. Do you know where I can find a certain monk by the name Mukar?"
"No, not here but-"
The man's voice was cut short by the clanking of several Erudin Defender's armor that made their way closer to the girl and the man.
"Shhhh! Shut up old man!"
"Here! She's Here!"
"Shut up!"
Milosa sends a foot into the chest of the man, causing him to not only lose his breath but soar through the air and land by the ruins he's been bitching about. But the man's body was caught short by another man, who clearly wore the emblem of The Crimson Order.
"Well, seems you don't like to be very friendly to our inhabitants Milosa."
"Who are you?"
By this time the score of Guards had closed in on the area that Milosa and the man of The Order were in.
" I am Mukar, and you are under arrest by Erudin law!"
"What!"
Milosa was swarmed immediately by the Guards, and even after fighting off three of their ranks she was clubbed in the back of the head, soon sinking into the blackness of sleep.