06-10-2015, 12:34 PM
They were bound deeper within the Tangles, where the forest grew thick with only a few steps. The path that they took curved downward. Then upward - a trail barely etched into the soil - along several rises. The tumbling declining drops led them away from the sunlight of day, and brought them into a sheltered staying of shade and cool breezes. The wildlife preferred the refuge from the heat, and after several minutes of traveling in silence, Muse rested against a tree turning back to her Companion; Remilia's wings had only stilled just now and her feet touch back unto the ground.
"Will you follow me until you grow weary of the effort?"
"Silly, I'm bored now. There's only more and more green, and with those trees only more bugs to swat at." They liked to buzz right around the Vampire's ears and land every so often on her paired wings. Rather discomforting and annoying, but given their size, they weren't really harmful. Pests of a sort that liked to suckle blood, sweat and mostly salt from their victims. "I know!" She suddenly exclaimed. "You could sing another ballad - at least until we find something else to suit our fancies."
Muse glared unmoved by the declaration. She parted a few locks of her hair with her hand. Time went on and she turned again treading onward with only a blade at her side. Well, a blade and a Vampire flapping her wings in the daylight. "You shouldn't mind really; you're an entertainer - or am I mistaken in that regard?" A hint of an accusation that struck a chord. Muse stopped, said nothing and lightly hummed to appease the Company. Melody came soon after, but never too loudly.
"There see, not so hard." Apparently amused, that sated the situation, at least for a time. Then, there was something more concerning to pay a mind to.
Drumming. A beat that was ever so NOT consistent with the Bard's tempo. It ended the song abruptly. Kilometers of travel had brought them to a clearing. Although, calling it that wouldn't be entirely accurate. The Wood had caught aflame and been made ash. The remnants remained in the air: thick, hazes, and constraining, and they smoldered blocking the otherwise pleasant beams from the bright orb in the sky. Where there had once been green and browns with lovely yellows, purples and pinks (of those flowers planted along the trail), now there were grays, blacks, and scorched grounds. Bark crumbles, corpses and life extinguished, parted way into a loathsome crowd of armored monsters. They gathered around an area of blackened stumps, and some rested upon them.
Yellow teeth, lithe, and light plated mail, with daggers at their side, the Green-Skins hadn't failed to notice the Newcomers. The Scorched Grove didn't leave much within its span hidden. The fires had tended to all potential venues of privacy. It may have combated the Blight, but none present would know of such facts. Least of all fledgling Primes venturing forth into the Verses for the first time. The Goblins trekked, advancing towards them. The gleam of dark steel shone horribly with each passing footfall. And in distance, drums still thundered. A horde moved on.
"She-Elf," one of the group cried out. "With an unnatural friend." Seemingly a leader took position his place ahead of the with a terrible grin. His gaze lingered on the wings mostly but his eyes darted back quickly to the 'Elf.' After all their kind were tricksy, too clever to be trusted, and liars as well no doubt. He already had his blades drawn; couldn't take any chances.
"They have ears like you, but morphed. Pale and sickly green flesh." Remilia blurted out floating around Muse almost as though she danced in the air.
"Silence, this is not the time. They believe I am of Elven blood. Besides, if you haven't noticed their number is great."
"Should you be fretting over the local monsters? Best to just be done with them. I'm sure there must be civilization waiting for us." She peered longingly past the entire burnt-out Grove back to where the tree-line-span went ever onward once again. Even at such a distance as this, the flow of water could be heard, almost in tune with the ceaseless thump, bump, bump, thump of drums.
"What is it that the wretch said? We serve Orc Chieftain Azuk. We aren't like the feral ones, we search for a beast that attacked our tribe." Steel flashed. The gathered grew anxious. Perhaps out hunting for too many moons. They were lusting for action. An excuse as weak as an Elf threatening them, would be enough to turn the embers into a raging inferno. A few among the scouts were already whispering how to divide up the spoils of their victory.
"No no no, I didn't mean KILL you when I said that!" Muse turned at that, as even she had assumed that violence had been implied to an extent. Striding forward the Bard stepped across the threshold sheltering Remilia whilst she still hovered about. Their encounter appeared to not be going well. With that in mind, Muse bowed her head lowering herself out of a mutual sign of respect (not that she knew that they had similar customs). Regardless, she attempted the parlay all the same.
"I don't believe you truly wish to let your rage out on us; please do not allow us to delay your search for that which harmed your kin." She retreated a foot back (nearly bumping into her vampire 'friend'), and softly spoke in a tongue no doubt foreign to all present. "Gomi. Biankag taz danokve. Look to the River that flows further ahead. Any creature must rest after the Hunt. You might find its trail there."
The Minstrel only hoped that an offer of aid would be enough to stay their desire for bloodshed. If not, perhaps Remilia would offer another solution.
"Will you follow me until you grow weary of the effort?"
"Silly, I'm bored now. There's only more and more green, and with those trees only more bugs to swat at." They liked to buzz right around the Vampire's ears and land every so often on her paired wings. Rather discomforting and annoying, but given their size, they weren't really harmful. Pests of a sort that liked to suckle blood, sweat and mostly salt from their victims. "I know!" She suddenly exclaimed. "You could sing another ballad - at least until we find something else to suit our fancies."
Muse glared unmoved by the declaration. She parted a few locks of her hair with her hand. Time went on and she turned again treading onward with only a blade at her side. Well, a blade and a Vampire flapping her wings in the daylight. "You shouldn't mind really; you're an entertainer - or am I mistaken in that regard?" A hint of an accusation that struck a chord. Muse stopped, said nothing and lightly hummed to appease the Company. Melody came soon after, but never too loudly.
"There see, not so hard." Apparently amused, that sated the situation, at least for a time. Then, there was something more concerning to pay a mind to.
Drumming. A beat that was ever so NOT consistent with the Bard's tempo. It ended the song abruptly. Kilometers of travel had brought them to a clearing. Although, calling it that wouldn't be entirely accurate. The Wood had caught aflame and been made ash. The remnants remained in the air: thick, hazes, and constraining, and they smoldered blocking the otherwise pleasant beams from the bright orb in the sky. Where there had once been green and browns with lovely yellows, purples and pinks (of those flowers planted along the trail), now there were grays, blacks, and scorched grounds. Bark crumbles, corpses and life extinguished, parted way into a loathsome crowd of armored monsters. They gathered around an area of blackened stumps, and some rested upon them.
Yellow teeth, lithe, and light plated mail, with daggers at their side, the Green-Skins hadn't failed to notice the Newcomers. The Scorched Grove didn't leave much within its span hidden. The fires had tended to all potential venues of privacy. It may have combated the Blight, but none present would know of such facts. Least of all fledgling Primes venturing forth into the Verses for the first time. The Goblins trekked, advancing towards them. The gleam of dark steel shone horribly with each passing footfall. And in distance, drums still thundered. A horde moved on.
"She-Elf," one of the group cried out. "With an unnatural friend." Seemingly a leader took position his place ahead of the with a terrible grin. His gaze lingered on the wings mostly but his eyes darted back quickly to the 'Elf.' After all their kind were tricksy, too clever to be trusted, and liars as well no doubt. He already had his blades drawn; couldn't take any chances.
"They have ears like you, but morphed. Pale and sickly green flesh." Remilia blurted out floating around Muse almost as though she danced in the air.
"Silence, this is not the time. They believe I am of Elven blood. Besides, if you haven't noticed their number is great."
"Should you be fretting over the local monsters? Best to just be done with them. I'm sure there must be civilization waiting for us." She peered longingly past the entire burnt-out Grove back to where the tree-line-span went ever onward once again. Even at such a distance as this, the flow of water could be heard, almost in tune with the ceaseless thump, bump, bump, thump of drums.
"What is it that the wretch said? We serve Orc Chieftain Azuk. We aren't like the feral ones, we search for a beast that attacked our tribe." Steel flashed. The gathered grew anxious. Perhaps out hunting for too many moons. They were lusting for action. An excuse as weak as an Elf threatening them, would be enough to turn the embers into a raging inferno. A few among the scouts were already whispering how to divide up the spoils of their victory.
"No no no, I didn't mean KILL you when I said that!" Muse turned at that, as even she had assumed that violence had been implied to an extent. Striding forward the Bard stepped across the threshold sheltering Remilia whilst she still hovered about. Their encounter appeared to not be going well. With that in mind, Muse bowed her head lowering herself out of a mutual sign of respect (not that she knew that they had similar customs). Regardless, she attempted the parlay all the same.
"I don't believe you truly wish to let your rage out on us; please do not allow us to delay your search for that which harmed your kin." She retreated a foot back (nearly bumping into her vampire 'friend'), and softly spoke in a tongue no doubt foreign to all present. "Gomi. Biankag taz danokve. Look to the River that flows further ahead. Any creature must rest after the Hunt. You might find its trail there."
The Minstrel only hoped that an offer of aid would be enough to stay their desire for bloodshed. If not, perhaps Remilia would offer another solution.
Quote: OOC: Translated Hylian: "I'm sorry. Look to the River."
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