|bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote in thedas,|
@ 2010-10-30 03:17:00
|Entry tags:||! plot, ! thread, & 9:45 (5) molioris, @ aedre, @ aeolyn m'haaren, @ alderic thearre, @ bethen avilla, @ garrett edgewalker|
Where the Wild Things Are
Who: Bethen Avilla, Aedre, Garrett Edgewalker, Alderic Thearre, Æolyn M'Haaren, Lukaer Ledaal, the rest of G2
Where: Korcari Wilds
When: Early evening, 24 Molioris, 9:45 Dragon
Summary: Two days into the forest, the Wardens meet a native Chasind and Garrett's secret is inadvertently exposed.
Rating: T? Mild violence, probably cussing, and definitely nudity.
|Based on what she'd read in almanacs and further research she had done on the region while at Amaranthine (for Mona had developed quite an extensive collection at Vigil's Keep, every shred of information one could possibly want for planning out a mission), Bethen had assumed that the further south they traveled, the colder it would become. She'd packed for cooler weather by bringing extra shirts and thicker blankets. Yet as soon as they'd set foot in the outskirts of the Korcari Wilds, it was as if they'd stepped into a sauna. Sunlight was scarce within the nest of trees that formed a border between claimed territory and the untamed thicket, but what little luminescence did slip in remained trapped underneath the canopy, heating the pools of water that became even broader as they strode forward into marshland.|
Soon, the sky opened up once more, but only to a swamp, where the ground was soft and damp and the heat of the summer was oppressive. For all that she preferred modesty over exposure, even Beth found herself stripping off layers from her robes as they walked -- after all, they afforded her little real defense as armor, and thus far, she hadn't sensed a single bit of darkspawn presence. All she could detect was the company of the other three Wardens, bound by blood now, and even then, she wasn't always certain she could feel anything. It made her wonder if that supposed extrasensory ability was myth or fact, though surely they would be able to find out once they got closer to the heart of the wilds and the nest they were meant to investigate. But that was still a few days further in, and more hours of enduring a long, steaming march until sunset. It was then that the temperature would drop again, resulting in a strange, muggy chill that clung to the skin.
Though it was only their second night, Bethen had already begun to miss civilization -- a bath, a dinner, and a warm, soft bed. She didn't mind camping and had already fallen into routines and habits for keeping their overnight settlements functioning, but it was admittedly a taxing lifestyle compared to what she'd had in the Tower. For all that she didn't get to see while locked away, there was half as much work to be done as it took to maintain a campsite. Food, water, shelter, and heat were all things that had to be arranged. She was no good for hunting, and all water out here was murky and undrinkable; luckily, they still had plenty of pure supply to last them a while longer, until a better source could be found. The previous evening, their first night in the Wilds, had been unbearably clammy inside the tent, so the mage had agreed to set up a bed roll out in the open for tonight. With those requirements in order, what was left was attempting to build a campfire in the center of their station before dusk fell.
The biggest problem was obviously not igniting their tinder -- the party had the benefit of quite a few magi, after all, and the ability to spark a flame out of nothing was hardly a rare talent amongst them -- rather, it was finding enough kindling to build up a proper flame. What little they'd gathered earlier was burning low, and wouldn't have been hot enough to cook a meal, nor bright enough to keep everyone's eyes sharp in the dark. The dwarves could manage, at least, though that hardly seemed fair to set them up for a night watch again, and to keep the others (herself included) in the dark. With little else to do, Bethen decided to venture out a little ways to find some dry wood, which she mentioned briefly to one of the other campers.
It seemed a simple enough task for one person that she didn't feel it necessary to ask anyone to accompany her. Nevertheless, in addition to her collection bag and cloak, she decided to bring her staff along with her just in case, before setting out into the swiftly dimming thicket. With any luck, the only thing to be found out there in the rolling fog would be some dried out fallen sticks and broken branches.
But Bethen Avilla wasn't exactly known to be the luckiest of people, and testing that out now might not have been the wisest of choices.