~Just a bit of setup, and then we'll get to the RP. Hoping to flesh out yet another village on Pax - so that we have yet another playground to play on. This village is remote and isolated, so unless you have a character specifically known for travelling, they should have no clue this place exists, though you are welcome to create new characters for this village. This is the home village of Grog the Barbarian, though he cannot remember it's name. With that said, have fun~
*A lonely village looks out over the frozen sea on Kata as the sun sets. Outside it's walls, a large woman looks out, as if waiting for someone. She is older, but inspite her size she has a kind - but worried - demeaner. An equally large man comes up behind her and take her shoulders in his hands. He is similarly large and older, but has the look of someone who has sailed or fished all his life.*
Maiken: Hannah, the sun sets, and soon the long night will begin. You shouldn't be out here. He isn't likely to come back tonight - if he was on his way back he'd find a cave or someplace to shelter.
Hannah: I know that, but I can't help worry. But Odin knows that boy was never the brightest - we can only hope.
Maiken: I'm sure where ever he ended up, he has found people to take him in. He may not be bright, but he always had a good heart.
*With that the couple reluctantly turn away and back into the village*
The Village of Años
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The Village of Años
After a turbulent ride through The Pass, Markus set foot on Kata. He then promptly began throwing up in a nearby bush.
Horses, he could do them. The cart trains of Ophelheim, absolutely. He could even pilot the new fangled air-ships, flying through the clouds and high above the world. But The Pass? That chuned his stomach every single time.
When he was finished, he took a large canister of water on his hip, and proceeded to chug it all down.
"There's GOT to be another way" He thought to himself, exhausted.
To make things better, he'd mistimed his trip completely. Expecting to arrive in the midday sun, Markus instead found himself watching the sun go down, and night settle in. As the sun finally vanished, the air became bitingly cold. He had to find shelter, now.
It was a solid half an hour of walking before Markus found a well sheltered cave. Unfortunately, it was impossible to scout it out in the darkness. He placed a hand on his sword, and slowly made his way to the cave.
Horses, he could do them. The cart trains of Ophelheim, absolutely. He could even pilot the new fangled air-ships, flying through the clouds and high above the world. But The Pass? That chuned his stomach every single time.
When he was finished, he took a large canister of water on his hip, and proceeded to chug it all down.
"There's GOT to be another way" He thought to himself, exhausted.
To make things better, he'd mistimed his trip completely. Expecting to arrive in the midday sun, Markus instead found himself watching the sun go down, and night settle in. As the sun finally vanished, the air became bitingly cold. He had to find shelter, now.
It was a solid half an hour of walking before Markus found a well sheltered cave. Unfortunately, it was impossible to scout it out in the darkness. He placed a hand on his sword, and slowly made his way to the cave.