Dead Men's Bounty
Mar 26, 2012 14:02:55 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2012 14:02:55 GMT -5
(OOC Note: Sorry if this belonged in a subboard, I'm bad at this >.>)
“Shit!” The panicked cry echoed through the otherwise peaceful mountain pass, ricocheting off icy cliff walls and bouncing into hungry snow drifts which proceeded to eagerly devour the sound. For a blissful moment, all was still and silent in the wake of this outcry as its source caught her breath and then once again the crunch of boots over treacherous terrain resumed.
Ara was feeling decidedly grumpy. This was the third time she had almost lost her footing delving down into this valley, nice hiking boots with heel spurs or not. The only thing that had saved her were years of practice balancing amidst tossing waters while engaged in swordfights. More imminently irritating than her several brushes with death, however, was the fact that this latest close call had caused her ragged hat to tumble from her head, forcing her to go a few precarious steps to her left to retrieve it. The bone-gnawing cold coupled with the near loss of life and what may as well have been limb had soured the pirate considerably. Her long coat was sufficiently warm to keep the threat of freezing to death relatively remote (at least as long as Ara managed to return to civilization without dallying too much) but it hardly made this trip comfortable and frankly the young woman was quite convinced that she deserved to die in a better way than tumbling down into the abyss or turning into an spidercicle out here in the mountains.
Still, it slow going or not, the descent was rather mechanical and Ara was able to return to the moral quandary that had plagued her since setting out. She had elected to go alone primarily to give herself control over the distribution of loot. Ideally, this distribution would award her every last coin but Ara did feel the smallest stirrings of guilt in regards to ripping the young man who had been so kind as to give her this tip off thoroughly and she was vaguely aware that greed could cost her far more in reputation than this coin would buy her back. With something akin to a mental shrug the beast sign resolved to share a handful of the least worthwhile articles with her…”employer”. The resolution of this inward struggle was invigorating-much of the grumpiness that near-death had forced upon her was lifting and Ara was even able to give the expanse of frozen ground stretching down below her a fangy smile. She was out making money and maybe even a friend or two. That made it a good day.
“Shit!” The panicked cry echoed through the otherwise peaceful mountain pass, ricocheting off icy cliff walls and bouncing into hungry snow drifts which proceeded to eagerly devour the sound. For a blissful moment, all was still and silent in the wake of this outcry as its source caught her breath and then once again the crunch of boots over treacherous terrain resumed.
Ara was feeling decidedly grumpy. This was the third time she had almost lost her footing delving down into this valley, nice hiking boots with heel spurs or not. The only thing that had saved her were years of practice balancing amidst tossing waters while engaged in swordfights. More imminently irritating than her several brushes with death, however, was the fact that this latest close call had caused her ragged hat to tumble from her head, forcing her to go a few precarious steps to her left to retrieve it. The bone-gnawing cold coupled with the near loss of life and what may as well have been limb had soured the pirate considerably. Her long coat was sufficiently warm to keep the threat of freezing to death relatively remote (at least as long as Ara managed to return to civilization without dallying too much) but it hardly made this trip comfortable and frankly the young woman was quite convinced that she deserved to die in a better way than tumbling down into the abyss or turning into an spidercicle out here in the mountains.
Still, it slow going or not, the descent was rather mechanical and Ara was able to return to the moral quandary that had plagued her since setting out. She had elected to go alone primarily to give herself control over the distribution of loot. Ideally, this distribution would award her every last coin but Ara did feel the smallest stirrings of guilt in regards to ripping the young man who had been so kind as to give her this tip off thoroughly and she was vaguely aware that greed could cost her far more in reputation than this coin would buy her back. With something akin to a mental shrug the beast sign resolved to share a handful of the least worthwhile articles with her…”employer”. The resolution of this inward struggle was invigorating-much of the grumpiness that near-death had forced upon her was lifting and Ara was even able to give the expanse of frozen ground stretching down below her a fangy smile. She was out making money and maybe even a friend or two. That made it a good day.
