gravityvaliance
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the cold breezes flurried about half crafted by the gloaming macabre that stood to punctaute the night air,and in their own resiliance as a making of nature that luaghed at all of life wich breathed on it's own,the ratt scurrying the ground;past few remaing withered cobblestones;or the human accompanyd by fear and a fragile body to the freeze.
Ashianda was little more than used to these storms,followed with hail and little other than an exhuberance wich for told of greater troubles than the refurbishment the cascading dance of water on the land offered.Shields that stood the weather of lores,a finer metal,painted with a code of arms,made their usefullness when the pellets reigned down in heavy hail;the finest ones not even a rust bratch from so many a storming times.She trusted the weapons and armoue she used,but did't much care to have her sword taste a contempt of course from battle;except of course for blood of an enemy,though even these enemies sometimes matched the plethera of bloody wounds with the angered accentaution of rain or sleet.
Standing there alone she began to drift unconciously to the sites of what may have been the glory days of the ruins of quarry,castle blocks she glanced at,with no form left,just indecent croppings of once walls and fine hallway or courtyard grounds.The Lether,the king of demon emulsed overlords surely was one to have had a keep within the area,the forest a darkly creeping evergreen,with coarse bark and little wild life.The hills with only grass and occasional shrubs held the ways between forest croppings,so ones protection was gained,and now as the nightstorm lashed across the clearing she thought of the grandeur of the rights of such keepers,high ones,a perfecty place to build a castle and send messengers across the ways and hold tower watches to fortell of approaching bandits trying to sneek their way from the forest brim.
"hello!my lady?"a man suddenly broke her tracking awe of that wich could be
"what-who are you,what are you doing in this wicked place in the rain?"she turned with hand at her sword and responded
"me-i'm just the messenger to the grand Freathos,tournement of swordfighters is soon,and well-my lady to some you are spoken of as Ashianda the great,a certain invitation is now...formely presented"with that the man waved an arm and bowed then presented a letter of invitation with 2 gold twins,curled to a cylander.
"so this all,you found me a mile from the closest village,whoever told i should like to know,and if i accept this-this paper-i must appear?"
"quite so,i believe the grand Freathos might consider the denial of invitation a contempt worthy of a...well...a punishment"
"threats and wild invitations,you certainly lead a risky life if this is how you approach all cuthians-and i asked you who reported my whereabpouts to you?"she put the letter in her light ropish belt about her waist,and sneerd towards the man
"the lady of the inn was permitted by me with a small bribe to tell me of your location,actaully,well sorry to interrupt your...personal ruins study i'll be going,could be Lycenthropes around the south in the night i once heard"the mean turned and jooed away,starining she heard a horse go to trott in the distance.
Bursting into the inn the patrons turned and though her sight familiar scaffed at the billowing composure she had.The room had tables and a drimking bar and food was served often folks who weren't stayng at the inn enjoyed the front room,each spending for anothers round of ale on some nights,and the fire kept glowing and the waitress hospitible;a fortune of good business issued.She marched to the bar area wher the lady innkeeper was checking signatures for the past week,and huffed into her face.
"and my name is Ashianda,and you name!!...is inkeeper,not information bleeting goat that talks for money..or..or threats of being tossed into the moat!!"
"sorry my girl,i thought you might like the invitation,i certainly liked the gold coin offerd by Freathos's messenger"the mid aged woman with lareg breasts,layedred dressings and an older complexion,turned on her stool and sat the book in her lapp and responded.
"seeing as it is a time when a fine women of the cut of knaves as myself could make a trun of tiddings for her name,i'll let it pass,except i'm afraid i too will accept the bribr of all the information you have about this event and Freathos-or i'll turn the tables upside down and swath off a clump of hair from an innocent maiden!"she took her sword and switch and swirled it once turning to the folks now intensly watching her,as wetness dripped to the ground and dropleets fell from her active wrist holding the sword to.
"my,my,we can talk Ashainda,there's little a local as yourself has to do but ask"the innkeeper lady responded sarcastically,a bit in lament
The room broke out in a few snipes and some laughter,more with the goings on,than at no perception of the rank the fine Ashainda carried.
Ashianda was little more than used to these storms,followed with hail and little other than an exhuberance wich for told of greater troubles than the refurbishment the cascading dance of water on the land offered.Shields that stood the weather of lores,a finer metal,painted with a code of arms,made their usefullness when the pellets reigned down in heavy hail;the finest ones not even a rust bratch from so many a storming times.She trusted the weapons and armoue she used,but did't much care to have her sword taste a contempt of course from battle;except of course for blood of an enemy,though even these enemies sometimes matched the plethera of bloody wounds with the angered accentaution of rain or sleet.
Standing there alone she began to drift unconciously to the sites of what may have been the glory days of the ruins of quarry,castle blocks she glanced at,with no form left,just indecent croppings of once walls and fine hallway or courtyard grounds.The Lether,the king of demon emulsed overlords surely was one to have had a keep within the area,the forest a darkly creeping evergreen,with coarse bark and little wild life.The hills with only grass and occasional shrubs held the ways between forest croppings,so ones protection was gained,and now as the nightstorm lashed across the clearing she thought of the grandeur of the rights of such keepers,high ones,a perfecty place to build a castle and send messengers across the ways and hold tower watches to fortell of approaching bandits trying to sneek their way from the forest brim.
"hello!my lady?"a man suddenly broke her tracking awe of that wich could be
"what-who are you,what are you doing in this wicked place in the rain?"she turned with hand at her sword and responded
"me-i'm just the messenger to the grand Freathos,tournement of swordfighters is soon,and well-my lady to some you are spoken of as Ashianda the great,a certain invitation is now...formely presented"with that the man waved an arm and bowed then presented a letter of invitation with 2 gold twins,curled to a cylander.
"so this all,you found me a mile from the closest village,whoever told i should like to know,and if i accept this-this paper-i must appear?"
"quite so,i believe the grand Freathos might consider the denial of invitation a contempt worthy of a...well...a punishment"
"threats and wild invitations,you certainly lead a risky life if this is how you approach all cuthians-and i asked you who reported my whereabpouts to you?"she put the letter in her light ropish belt about her waist,and sneerd towards the man
"the lady of the inn was permitted by me with a small bribe to tell me of your location,actaully,well sorry to interrupt your...personal ruins study i'll be going,could be Lycenthropes around the south in the night i once heard"the mean turned and jooed away,starining she heard a horse go to trott in the distance.
Bursting into the inn the patrons turned and though her sight familiar scaffed at the billowing composure she had.The room had tables and a drimking bar and food was served often folks who weren't stayng at the inn enjoyed the front room,each spending for anothers round of ale on some nights,and the fire kept glowing and the waitress hospitible;a fortune of good business issued.She marched to the bar area wher the lady innkeeper was checking signatures for the past week,and huffed into her face.
"and my name is Ashianda,and you name!!...is inkeeper,not information bleeting goat that talks for money..or..or threats of being tossed into the moat!!"
"sorry my girl,i thought you might like the invitation,i certainly liked the gold coin offerd by Freathos's messenger"the mid aged woman with lareg breasts,layedred dressings and an older complexion,turned on her stool and sat the book in her lapp and responded.
"seeing as it is a time when a fine women of the cut of knaves as myself could make a trun of tiddings for her name,i'll let it pass,except i'm afraid i too will accept the bribr of all the information you have about this event and Freathos-or i'll turn the tables upside down and swath off a clump of hair from an innocent maiden!"she took her sword and switch and swirled it once turning to the folks now intensly watching her,as wetness dripped to the ground and dropleets fell from her active wrist holding the sword to.
"my,my,we can talk Ashainda,there's little a local as yourself has to do but ask"the innkeeper lady responded sarcastically,a bit in lament
The room broke out in a few snipes and some laughter,more with the goings on,than at no perception of the rank the fine Ashainda carried.