Summary: On The Trail
Chapter Two. On the Trail.
Heading northeast from the inn and sticking mostly to off-road trails, I have traveled for four straight days with little time for rest. However I have finally found signs of my competition, but what the signs tell me isn’t encouraging. Getting off my horse, who is in much need of rest, I approach the remains of a campsite in the small, woodland clearing. A tattered tent, blackened fire pit, a pot with spilled stew, leather saddle bag, trampled ground, and two trails heading different ways; these can tell a story of what happened. If you know how to read them.
Kneeling down next to the fire pit, I stick my hand in the charred remains. Inhaling deeply, “Ok, you can do this.” I say to myself as I close my eyes and …show more content…
Both wear ranger garbs, hooded cloaks, fur boots, and leather gloves. He sets up camp while she cooks. Rookies, hunters never make camp unless they plan to stay in the area. Riders approach, two… no, three of them. Rider one’s foot marks are much deeper, full plate armor, a knight. Rider two, actual foot prints, mead, leather straps, a barbarian. The last rider is light, cloak swishing around steps, smell of mana… and perfume, a female mage. So, there are five competitors, two big game, one bounty, and two treasure hunters, this is my competition. The new comers approach the camp, a short pause, a conversation? Eventually, they join the other two in …show more content…
I note that none of these “hunters” have set up a perimeter, complacency grows with increased numbers. Amateurs. A few moments later, the figures and time slow to their normal pace. The male ranger sits watching over the fire as the others sleep. Slowly a sweet scent begins to fill the air. Taking his sword and rising to his feet, he looks around for the source of the alluring fragrance. Leaving the safety of the camp he walks into the woods alone.
I follow at a distance to keep an “eye” on the camp and him. Coming to a smaller clearing, a single enormous flower dominates the space. While using the hunter’s vision, monsters show up in color due to the demon energy. Its large blood red pedals lay open in the shape of a throne. At the heart, stands a woman knee deep in golden, liquid nectar. Her skin is a pale green, her “clothing”, which consists of nothing but leggings and arm covers, are a royal blue, long wavy blue hair and a red lily tucked behind her ear. Her body oozes with sexuality and
Heading northeast from the inn and sticking mostly to off-road trails, I have traveled for four straight days with little time for rest. However I have finally found signs of my competition, but what the signs tell me isn’t encouraging. Getting off my horse, who is in much need of rest, I approach the remains of a campsite in the small, woodland clearing. A tattered tent, blackened fire pit, a pot with spilled stew, leather saddle bag, trampled ground, and two trails heading different ways; these can tell a story of what happened. If you know how to read them.
Kneeling down next to the fire pit, I stick my hand in the charred remains. Inhaling deeply, “Ok, you can do this.” I say to myself as I close my eyes and …show more content…
Both wear ranger garbs, hooded cloaks, fur boots, and leather gloves. He sets up camp while she cooks. Rookies, hunters never make camp unless they plan to stay in the area. Riders approach, two… no, three of them. Rider one’s foot marks are much deeper, full plate armor, a knight. Rider two, actual foot prints, mead, leather straps, a barbarian. The last rider is light, cloak swishing around steps, smell of mana… and perfume, a female mage. So, there are five competitors, two big game, one bounty, and two treasure hunters, this is my competition. The new comers approach the camp, a short pause, a conversation? Eventually, they join the other two in …show more content…
I note that none of these “hunters” have set up a perimeter, complacency grows with increased numbers. Amateurs. A few moments later, the figures and time slow to their normal pace. The male ranger sits watching over the fire as the others sleep. Slowly a sweet scent begins to fill the air. Taking his sword and rising to his feet, he looks around for the source of the alluring fragrance. Leaving the safety of the camp he walks into the woods alone.
I follow at a distance to keep an “eye” on the camp and him. Coming to a smaller clearing, a single enormous flower dominates the space. While using the hunter’s vision, monsters show up in color due to the demon energy. Its large blood red pedals lay open in the shape of a throne. At the heart, stands a woman knee deep in golden, liquid nectar. Her skin is a pale green, her “clothing”, which consists of nothing but leggings and arm covers, are a royal blue, long wavy blue hair and a red lily tucked behind her ear. Her body oozes with sexuality and