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Post by Ruthalla Elanan on Dec 29, 2017 19:21:07 GMT
The blizzard howled, even more violently than expected. So much so, it was giving even the fiery hybrid some trouble moving forward. Ruth grumbled angrily, buried under thick woolen shawls and a cloak, all coated generously with the oncoming snow. Usually, her fire magic made it melt and slide right off of her, but the blizzard was piling more on faster than it could melt, and most of the half-dragon's efforts were focused on keeping her legs clear anyway. Yellow and blue flames billowed forth from her here and there, surgically biting a path ahead into the snow.
She dragged her things with her as well, food, some picks and other mining supplies peeking from underneath ropes and the cover that kept the items fastened to the sled underneath. The steel round shield tied to it threw gleams here and there, where the blizzard allowed the sun to cut through. Every once in a while, the woman stopped to shake the snow off herself, particularly her wings, letting them flap under the cloak she used to hide them from the element. She probably made an odd sight, with a high bulge upon her back, dragging a sled in the middle of a storm.
Ruth wasn't looking where she was going, as it was hard to do so in this weather. She was probably the only one stubborn enough to keep going through the blizzard while all others sought shelter. The woman plowed forward, sensing the ground deep beneath the snow under her feet and using it to keep track of where she was. As such, the half dragon had no need to look up, or even ahead that much, keeping her head down.
A noise reached her pointy ears, making the woman pause. It was hard to distinguish what it was with all the howling around, but nonetheless Ruth looked up, and tried sweeping her gaze over her surroundings. She saw nothing, and was about to keep moving when an arrow thunked into the bulk upon the sled. That one made the woman growl, half-turning to glare at the arrow with amber eyes. The angle of the feathery end told her roughly where the projectile had come from, and upon looking right up ahead, she spotted armor glinting here and there from behind a snowy bank.
Someone armed and dangerous was there, and the arrow had been a warning shot, she presumed. And whoever they were, she'd unknowingly been going straight towards them.Which was just great. Of all the places in all the lands, she thought in the midst of a blizzard would be one where she'd be left alone to her devices. Curbing her bubbling anger, the hybrid raised her hands ever so slowly, making sure the other party could see them.
There was a pause of relative silence, while the people up ahead apparently weighted what to do. Few moments later, they began gesturing at her, though she couldn't quite see them well. Ruth looked aside, quite tempted to just turn, try to circle around them and keep going, but something about their waves and flails told her she should go on towards them.
Sighing in resignation, the woman began moving, tugging on the rope to keep the sled gliding after her as she made her way towards the strangers. Karlyn Rivera
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Post by Karlyn Rivera on Jan 1, 2018 4:18:52 GMT
The wind whistled in her ears as the unforgiving snow pelted her. She was freezing despite her numerous layers of clothing and her favorite fur lined cloak. She hated the cold, passionately. Pulling the hood of her cloak more tightly around her now numb ears, Karlyn continued to glare at the map she was frantically trying to keep snow free. She was not lost... She just was not sure where they were… Karlyn had a vague idea of their location, but this damned blizzard had gotten her and her party slightly off track as they searched for shelter. Unfortunately, that “shelter” consisted of only a few large boulders that only knocked down some of the wind.
Karlyn stood close to one of the boulders as she returned the map to her protected pack. Her men (and one or two women) were equally as miserable as they huddled in their own cloaks against the miserable and almost blinding snow. The snow was now too deep to move any further anyway and would likely stay that way for a long while. Did they have enough supplies to survive? Their shelter was certainly not protected enough. Would they freeze to death out here? It would be a horrible way to die…
Karlyn shook her head as if she were trying to also shake the thoughts from her mind. She would worry about that when she had to, but there was still a chance that they storm might clear. Crouching behind the sled that held her parties supplies, Karlyn pulled a mask up to cover her nose and mouth before refocusing on her task. She and 30 of her soldiers had been sent to this freezing hell hole to track a party of bandits. These bandits had kidnapped the daughter of a wealthy and influential nobleman and had demanded a high ransom. The nobleman could certainly afford to pay it, but to give up the money would only teach the mongrels that they could away with such tactics. The bandits had been a growing problem, and Karlyn decided that it was time for her to send them a message.
A shout from the men on watch brought Karlyn to an awkward trot through the piling snow. She approached a man holding a bow and gave him a questioning look with a raised eyebrow. He had fired an arrow at someone that they were not sure was a foe? Well… at least it had been a warning shot only, and it certainly got the blurred figure’s attention. Through the snow, Karlyn could not make out the stranger. She could see only the hands being raised in a non-threatening, peacekeeping manner. Raising her own hand, Karlyn gestured for the figure to approach and her men also took up the motion. How the hell was this person walking through this mess? Could he or she offer help? Gesturing for her soldiers to stay ready, but not attack, Karlyn waited for the figure to arrive.
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Post by Ruthalla Elanan on Jan 8, 2018 13:51:36 GMT
Ruthalla grumbled under her breath, tugging on the sled as she walked along. She refrained from using fire, as the group ahead seemed jumpy as it is, but that made moving forward that much harder. Still, evenrually the grumpy hybrid made her way over to them, passing what seemed like a makeshift barricade, though with all the snow atop it, it was hard to tell if it was man-made or just a work of the blizzard.
Once in the shelter the boulders offered, the half dragon gave each soldier a gauging look. She thought she recognized the type of armor and insignia they all wore, but then her eyes fell upon the captain, and the warrior woman let out a low mutter. Immortal soldiers, in the middle of a blizzard in the mountains. Ridiculous.
With an angry jerk, Ruth pulled the shawl off her own face, setting off a miniature avalanche cascading off her form in the process, all the while giving the immortal captain a hearty glower.
"Karlyn." Ruth said, tone sharp and a bit of steam billowing with her breath. "What in the nine hells are you people doing here?" She demanded, narrowing her eyes as she looked around. She could see soldiers, still being people, huddling against boulders and sleds, trying hard to be stoic. The storm cut into their will, and though they would seem fine and admirable to a commoner's eye, Ruth could see their resolve crumbling and misery growing.
The half dragon didn't much like the immortal captain. Whenever their paths have crossed, Ruth found herself infuriated. They were rivals, maybe even enemies, but Ruth rarely liked anyone, and she certainly wasn't about to let dozens of people freeze to death over one pain in her rear.
Ruth's amber eyes returned to Karlyn. "You're all going to perish at this rate." She growled low, not loud enough for the others to hear. Which was easy, thanks to the howling winds.
The hybrid promptly pointed at one of the nearby soldiers. "You. Yeah, you. Take care of this for me. Plug a hole in your barricade, if you have one." She said, wagging the rope she used to drag her sled along, before tossing it over the bulk haphazardly. The soldier, of course, looked to the captain for instructions, but Ruth was already moving on.
Stalking through the snow, her amber eyes kept sweeping over the area, gauging the state of things. The boulders were a good sign. It meant that the ground wasn't too far beneath their feet, and she could possibly carve a cavern out for the lot of them. Dozens of people. That was going to have to be a large cavern.
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Post by Karlyn Rivera on Jan 12, 2018 21:42:05 GMT
As Karlyn watched the figure approach, she placed a hand on the handle of her sword in case this person turned out to be an enemy. She realized, when the figure was close enough, that this person was a woman, and when the figure removed the cover on her face, Karlyn cursed violently in her head. She outwardly smoothed her features, however, and eliminated any outward sign of emotions.
Karlyn could not help but feel ashamed that her rival should see her men in such a state for Karlyn was not blind to their failing strength and knew that Ruth could see it as well. It was then that Karlyn finally let herself acknowledge their situation as desperate, and it filled her with self-loathing. How could she let them get into a mess like this? And to make it worse, Ruth was here to celebrate Karlyn’s desperation and defeat.
Not a fan of Ruth, Karlyn let her frustration show on her face and gave a half feral snarl as Ruth ordered her men around. Yet, Karlyn had to acknowledge the truth in Ruth’s words. With a nod, she signaled to man to do as Ruth said. The redhead fought to find words as Ruth took in their pathetic camp with the equally soon-to-be pathetic soldiers and the most definitely pathetic captain.
“You would do well not to order my soldiers around.” she said, frustrated at both herself and Ruth. After that, Karlyn was not certain what else to say. She could not – would not – acknowledge her failure. She could not ask Ruth for help even if she knew the woman had magic that might help. Karlyn hid behind the wall of her pride and she desperately tried to determine that to do. They would freeze to death out here…. And Ruth would probably let it happen. No, KArlyn would not yet ask for help, because she knew that she would be denied.
Ruth hated her. She hated Ruth. As rival mercenaries in the past, they most certainly did not help one another. “What are you doing here anyway?” she growled, just to have something fill the silence other than the ominous wind.
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Post by Ruthalla Elanan on Jan 26, 2018 21:12:14 GMT
Ruth didn't have the patience for a number of things. Disobedience was one, something that could easily get the woman to shout obscenities at whoever wasn't dancing to her tune. Thankfully the soldier and Karlyn didn't wait too long to oblige, if begrudgingly so. Which was another point of irritation for the fearsome half-breed. When things were dire, as they very obviously were here, she didn't tolerate anyone talking back.
So when Karlyn told her not to order her men around, Ruth froze mid-step. Slow and angry, the hybrid half-turned towards her rival, golden eyes blazing. "And you would do well to put the wellbeing of your men first, Karlyn." She snapped back, glowering. "You're welcome to try your hand at taking charge, once you're done yipping at me. Because it seems to me I'm here to save you idiotic lot from yourselves."
With that said, Ruth turned her back to the woman once more, visibly dismissing her so she could go back to work. The hybrid plowed on through the snow until she spotted a portion of the camp that seemed a little more sheltered than the rest. Without missing a beat, she thrust her hands forward, fire billowing out to clear the snow and dry the earth underneath.
Throughout her work, Ruth didn't remain silent, however. "Someone gather some damn wood! Doesn't matter if it's dry." She barked. "Pull your wounded together, Karlyn. Anyone with a frostbite or shiver, and especially anyone who has fallen asleep, drag them over here." The woman said, nodding at the spot she was clearing up.
To indicate where a campfire would go, the woman called her earth magic to aid. A little pit formed near one of the boulders, smaller rocks rolling at Ruth's command to form a barrier for the fire. One that sprang to life, even though there was nothing to feed the flames but the cold air. The expression on Ruth's face changed in an instant at that, brows furrowing and forehead wrinkling in her focus to keep the fire alive. It took a lot of her will to manage it, forcing the hybrid to forego barking orders for a little bit, amber eyes growing a touch unfocused as she threw her ever-present anger at the magic.
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