Post by Tjorven Halinson on Jan 20, 2020 7:39:01 GMT
Tjorven slowly rose from the heap of pelts that failed to keep him warm throughout the night. Winter was upon the lands and he had reached the age he could feel it in his bones. With a grunt, he fished a battered, metal canteen from his pack and placed it in the last embers of last night's fire. The slight sloshing sound a testament it was at least still partially filled with water.
Slowly and painfully walking around his campsite to bring life back to his bones, he took two handfuls of pine needles as he passed a tree. They would make this morning's tea. He paused a moment to fill his lungs with the crisp morning air. There was the ever so faint smoke of wood fire on the air. There must be a village, or a homestead at least, near.
He didn't like to come this far south. South meant people and people meant trouble. But with winter reigning, the north wasn't a hospitable place and he needed trade some of his pelts and hides for much needed equipment if he was to bunker down somewhere until early spring.
He snatched the canteen from the embers, grunting as the heat became painfully apparent against his chilled hands, threw the pine needles into his cup and poured.
'Let's hope this mist clears out soon', he said to no-one but himself, while sipping the hot liquid with another grunt. 'Bad for the pelts...mist'.
Post by Cadeus Helscar on Jan 20, 2020 10:03:03 GMT
Cade was exhausted, he was on his way south to take part in the festival of krius. Some kind of anduron holiday where all the merchants and travels came together in one place to sell their goods. He was low on basic supplies and needed better gear for the guilds new recruits. As an elder of the gladhier, the moon elf was elected by the council to take point in this. As much as he loved his job, as much as he love people in general, the moon elf despised the idea of being cramped inside a town flooded with thousands of people.
The moon elf shook his head and cracked his neck slightly. Screw it, he thought, a jobs a job and with the chill of winter at his back, he had to be prepared... for hours he traveled in silence, never saying a word. Until finally the sight of distant smoke could be seen in the distance. "Not far now..." he muttered to himself. Making his way towards the smoke, the ranger caught a glimpse of foot prints heading further east into the thick of the trees. Probably an elk, they were known to migrate south as this time of year.
It didn't take long for the ranger to catch a glimpse of the hunter. Cade kept his distance at first, but after watching for a few minutes behind a tangled mess of trees at the far edge of the camp, he saw the tea. He wondered why a northling would travel this far south, but it made sense. Cade grew up with his tribe in the far northern reaches of glacia, but even he could tell this winter was colder then usual. After taking a moment to clear his head, he sighed deeply and revealed himself. Calmly and slowly walked towards the man. Lowering his mask and hood as he did. His snow white albino appearance proving himself to be a moon elf. With his abnormal ruby and sapphire colored eyes locking eyes with the stranger. The ranger removed his longsword and set it to the ground to show he meant no harm. "Mind if I join you? It's been a long journey south."
Post by Tjorven Halinson on Jan 20, 2020 10:13:00 GMT
It was the sigh that clearly alerted the hunter. As he turned towards the sound and the Moon Elf now emerging from the woods, the keen observer could see how one hand, ever so slowly, undid the leather strap holding the axe in its' sheath and rested on the weapon. There was no aggression in the hunter's stance, only caution. The hunter was an imposing figure and the layers of pelt and hides made him even look bigger and more intimidating.
'You are far from home, Alvai', he softly greeted the man in a mixture of common and Glacic. 'If it is rest and warmth you seek, you will find it here. There is perhaps some left of last night's hare.' He paused a moment, taking the man in, his hand still resting on the weapon, ever so casually.
'If it is anything else you seek, you will not find it here...'
He slowly went to one knee to pick up a half burnt log and threw it on the final embers, leaning in to blow life into the fire once more. With each powerful gust of breath, the flames rekindled, sending smoke billowing. The man's eyes never left the ranger though.
Post by Cadeus Helscar on Jan 20, 2020 10:35:31 GMT
Cade found a decent sized log laying on the other side of the camp fire and positioned it so he could sit down. Both his long sword and dagger lay on the ground next to him. Far enough away from him to let the man know he wasn't a threat, but not so far as he couldn't reach them if he needed them. The sylvan lifted his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes.
"I've always been a nomad, but me and my guild patrol the southern edge of these woods for beasts that threaten the neighboring villages." The ranger pulled up the sleeve on his right arm, revealing the tattooed runic mark of the Gladhier Rangers. His guild had protected the southern borders of the forest for just over a century now. Meeting a stranger such as this, especially one that wasn't a bandit trying to steal from him was a relief.
"I only seek a few moments of peace before I continue further south." He cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders, stretching his muscles and back soar from nearly three days of continuous travel. "Some kind of festival in a town named Valent. Was told merchants from all over the region would be going there to trade their goods."The elf respectfully accepted a piece of the hare and nodded at the man. "Nandi", he whispered softly, muttering the glacic word for thank you.
Post by Tjorven Halinson on Jan 20, 2020 11:05:06 GMT
He nodded, his hand now no longer resting on the axe, although the weapon remained unclasped. He had heard of this guild, these rangers that patrolled the wilds. If the man was truly who he claimed to be, he was no threat, and therefore welcome in this camp.
"Any beasts or dangers to look out for this time of year? I just came from the north..."
He sat down opposite the man, watching him eat while he himself slowly drank from the pine needle tea. Then, all of a sudden, as if an invisible boundary between them was broken, he offered the man his name.
"Tjorven. Tjorven Haldirson."
And with that, the moment had passed already again, and the hunter became the sullen gloom he was before, watching the Moon Elf rest his feet at his fire.
"I have heard of this festival. I hope to sell before winter catches up with me. Then build winter camp in these woods and wait for first thaw."
Post by Cadeus Helscar on Jan 20, 2020 22:08:33 GMT
Cade continued to bite off a piece of meat, it wasn't the best he had eaten before, but then again, northern food was always dry and hardy. It reminded him of home, granted home was always on the move with the Navar Tribe, but the familiar feeling warmed him. "There are all manner of dire wolves, dire boar and dire bears hidden in the wilds, but my rangers patrol the southern region of these woods often. The path should be clear for now. If you're lucky you might find elk or a wild cervidae, they're few in number but have been known to migrate south this time of year."
Finishing the last piece of hare, cade wiped his hands on his cloak. The frozen mist, seemed to ever so slowly thin out as he examined the northling. He enjoyed people, but not large groups of them. It was somewhat common for nomads of the north to come across each other in the wilds. But Cade has lived within southern jarlwood for just over a century now, it was refreshing to meet a stranger one and one.
The elf smiled at the man as he finally learned his name. It was often considered rude in the far north to ask a stranger their name. A certain degree of trust and respect must be established before such private information is shared. That has been the culture and tradition of the north for centuries. "My name is Cadeus Helscar, but most people simply call me cade."
Post by Tjorven Halinson on Jan 21, 2020 7:32:37 GMT
"Cade", he nodded as he repeated the Moon Elf's name to himself, as if to memorize it, or hear it said in his own voice.
"Don't mind wolves....wolves are smart, they know I'm too much hassle for too lean scraps. Bear is fine too, if you stay out of its' way. Boar...." He seemed to muse a moment on that particular animal. It wasn't the first time he had an encounter with the wild boar and knew how ferocious they could be. It wasn't the tusks, but the fact they ran you over and might even break a leg while doing so. If you were really unlucky, then it would return for you as you were down.
He shook his head.
He watched the thicket, as if to make sure there weren't any around at this particular time. Then he frowned again and looked at the man.
"Heard howling, two nights ago...like wolf, but was no wolf. Wolf never howls alone. Not like that. Was something else....maybe man-wolf?"
In the meanwhile, he had taken a whetstone from his pack and slowly grinded a hunting knife over it.
Post by Cadeus Helscar on Jan 22, 2020 23:33:57 GMT
Cade listened to Tjorven in silence. This northling was certainly a man of few words, but he figured that was common for his people, such a nomadic folk were bound to spend long periods of time alone. He pondered the possibility of werewolves for a moment.
Werewolves were fairly uncommon, but they have been known to pop up from time to time. The moon elf gazed into the blazing fire between the two of them. "Last werewolf I found was about a year ago, a few days west of here."
Cade paused for a moment, letting the memory wash over him. Lycanthropes were a terrible enemy to face alone, especially without silver on your person. He quickly came back to himself and whispered softly. "If there is another werewolf in the area... that spells danger for everyone. Just be sure to keep some kind of silver on you."
Post by Tjorven Halinson on Jan 25, 2020 23:23:21 GMT
The whetstone slowly followed the blade of the axe, emanating a low scraping sound witch each motion. While he did not look up from his work as the Moon Elf spoke, he did listen carefully though. He seemed to ponder the idea of silver weapons a moment.
"Hmm...", he grunted as his initial response. "Silver not good for weapons. Too soft. Brittle. Have a silver coin though..."
Again, he fell to silence as he continued his work. The only sounds were those of the fire, now rekindled, the forest and the slow, scraping of stone on metal.
"We all are hunter and prey. Sometimes we hunt, sometimes we are hunted. Nothing to be done about that. We end up as prey eventually."
Post by Cadeus Helscar on Jan 27, 2020 22:04:21 GMT
Cade nodded in understanding, he was right, about predator and prey. He smiled at Tjorven and warmed his hands by the fire. "Lycanthropes are vulnerable to silver. It burns them like acid, scars them, stops them healing for a time." The moon elf cleared his throat and rubbed his eyes once more. "One touch of the metal and they'll think twice about hunting you."
Cade gazed deeply into the flames, it had been a while since he had such a moment of peace, the warmth of the blaze was comforting. He thought about the last time he encountered such a beast. It nearly took his hand. If it wasn't for his training as a ranger, he probably would have died. But something about this man seemed to show confidence. Cade assumed Tjorven had seen his own fair share of struggles in the wilds.
Standing once again and grabbing his blade, Cade nodded to Tjorven. Thank you for offering me this short refuge and respite. "I must continue my journey, though I wish you good fortune in the days to come." With that said, the moon elf smiled, turned, and continued on his way towards the festival that awaited him.