RPG: Berry Picking

Mirithil · Elite Member

RPG: Berry Picking

Iondel · Honored Member

Fiondir kept his face hidden as he surveyed the rest of the croud.
"Congradulations Calondel, your the guide." an elf said as e handed Fiondir back his registration form.
The guide... Fiondir thought as he gazed at the handful of travelers.
Then this will be the last they ever see of their home.
Fiondir sat down in the corner of the coart yard as he shuffled through his father's old maps of the forest. His fingers stopped over the letters of his fathers writting. It read:
I coa tana cuiva nin fea
or, "The home that awakened my soul".
He studdied over the map of the forest for a moment and then placed it back carefuly with the rest of his most precoius posesions.
It was now time to leave. Fiondir sighed deeply as he stood to leave. The others were now saying farewell to all their kin. He walked towards the gate and looked back, one last time at the one world he had known, but in the years to come would seem no more than a dream.

Tarnen Ohtar · Elite Member

Elradrien tightened the strap that secured his quiver to his back. He adjusted his long bow on his shoulder and checked the dagger secured to his side. Elradrien had no family to say farewell to, for he had always lived a wandering life apart from those who had cared for him when he was a child. He sighed and glanced toward the gate, eager to be off.

Mirithil · Elite Member

Mirithil picked up the last of her lugage, and walked to her father Iondel for a final good bye for many weeks.
"Namirea adar," Mirithil said to her father as she embraced him.

Iondel · Honored Member

Fiondir gazed at the city for a few moments, when his eyes by chance caught one of the travelors with her father. Watching them embrace drew him back to him as a little boy hugging his father for the last time before he left the city.

Fiondir staired at them. She will never see him again. He thought.

Suddenly the laughfter turned to weeping as he held his mother in the last few seconds of her life, and remembered how her once vibrent life slipped so easily through his arms.

He turned away suddenly, trying to somehow erase the picture of his mother's death.
Fiondir shouldered his lugage, and strode out of Edheldor just as if he had left a long, and dark dream.

Tarnen Ohtar · Elite Member

Elradrien stepped up beside Hithuel, tired of the long silence that had come between the travelers.

"So," he asked, "What have you heard of the forest?"

Mirithil · Elite Member

Hithuel looked at him in shock, "Have you not heard?" She began. "The hundereds of darks stories that come from these woods, and the tales of the Maiden of Ice?"
She paused for a moment to turn the mood into one of fear.
"They say she haunted this very hill not one hundered years ago. Two young elves were playing here, when all the sky was darkened, and the soft sound of music echoed far off into the wood. Then, a dimly glowing figure of an Elven maiden clothed in dimonds could be seen through the trees that seemed to be dancing to the music. The maid had in her hands precious gems of all kinds, and when she dropped them to the ground, the ground turned into glass. She danced closer to them, and the closer the was, the more they could understand her words. She sang of Elves crossing from Valinore to a great ice land, and many the Elves that perished there in the wilderness. She soon stood before them, and held out one of her gems to one of them. The elf, in awe, took it in his hands, and as he did, the sun came out again. When the light shown, only the elf who did not have the gem was left, and the maiden of the wilderness of ice was never seen there again. Yet some walking through these parts have spoken of a youne face of glass in the mist. They say it has made one of them dream of nothing but the icy wilderness, and the maiden dancing in the woods. Then in the night they loose their way, and travel to the north."

Tarnen Ohtar · Elite Member

Elradrien frowned.

"An interesting tale, if it's true," he said finally.

Mirithil · Elite Member

"Well I shall believe what is safest, and that is to be weary of these parts. I would not have come if it were not for Mirithil's father being so insistent." Hithuel answered.

And at that, Mirithil laughed.

Sally Elluin · Sleeping Member

Sally walked along the forest in the greatest of moods. In her hand she tossed up and down a jewel the size of an apple. She was very pleased with it's icy color. She didn't believe it at first, how a simple girl like her could stumble upon a dead dragon laying atop a hord of jewels. She had no real use for riches, yet she couldn't walk away from it empty handed either. She pushed her way through the thicker part of the forset, thorns catching at her heals. *Mental note, make path and then mark it on map.* She slipped, yet did not quite fall forward, instead she stubled right into the path before the travelers. The icy gem slippd from her grasp, but she managed to catch it before it hit the dust. She looked up at the travelers and smiled sheepishly. "Hello."

Mirithil · Elite Member

Hithuel jumped backwards into Mirithil with a gasp, and pulled out two daggers infront of her.
"Hithuel" Mirithil said as she tried to speak undernieth her.
"She's not the Ice Maiden, get off of me!"
Once Hithuel had regained her origonal composure, she got off Mirithil as quickly as she could. "Oh! I'm sorry."
"Believe the safest huh?" Mirithil said as she attempted to dust off her shirt. "So who are you?" Mirithil asked the travelor.

Sally Elluin · Sleeping Member

Sally picked herself up and dusted off her tunic.
"My name is Sally. I was just passing through these parts."

She looked at Hithuel curiously. "An Ice maiden? No, just someone who got lucky enough to stuble into a pit of treasure."