Verdant green brush and lighter grass almost concealed the faint trail from most people, be they human or elf and
Ellendryle wonders if that is wise. 'Tis true enough it has kept most who were not skilled in the forest out but it did make for some long weeks in between her treks to sell what herbs she had gathered or the baskets she wove from the pliable reeds near the river.
Her home was here, yet she had heard rumors of late of the dark horsemen who hunted her kindred, and she feared it was time to run again.. before they found her. Baskets and herbs strewn about the room gave off pleasant scents as she carefully wrapped them in cloth. Stopping for a few moments, Ellendryle walks to the door, watching the trees sway in the wind, the sunlight catching her braided hair, turning it light brown to match her skin, save where the marks of scars remained white...
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Returning to her packing, Ellendryle finishes the first pack, then adds a few more packets to the smaller one, tying it closed carefully. Picking up both, she sets them near the doorway and cleans away any mess, leaving her table bare. A last glance around then she shoulders her packs, grabs the oaken staff leaning by the door and walks down the trail heading for the nearest village.. The sound of the door closing echos in her ears then the silence beckons, and as is her habit when traveling she takes care to leave little sign of her passing.
(( apologies for the long delay in replying, m'friend. Yes, Ellendryle is planning on trying to flee the horsemen and find out why they have been pursuing her kindred for so long.. of course, she will run into problems. *g*))
((welcome, Cayiro.. *hug* As for plot, well, the things Ellendryle needs to find out are: why and who are the Black Horsemen who have been decimating her elf kindred. There is also the remains of the ruined keep not too far off -- who knows what lingers within or perhaps beneath it.. In case I forgot to mention it, Ellendryle is a half-elf healer.. most of all, enjoy and make it up as we go.. ))
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Got to love the buny. 98% of the teenage population will try, does, or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this into your signatureYou never know how much you really believe anything utill its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life or death to you---C.S. Lewis
We learn more by looking for the answers to a question and not finding it that we do frm learning the answer it self.----Book of Three
OOC: I hope it's ok to have one of the Horsemen be a woman...
IC: Another day of hunting had come. Blaire gathered her armor and began to prepare. The search was always most difficult in the summer, for the time was too hot and the half-elves were always out among the humans. Blaire headed out the door to her stable and retrieved her best stallion, Flyer. Once mounted on the saddle, it was off to Horsemen Headquarters to confirm the day's duties and gather any new information.
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