News from the North
Jun 19, 2011 17:03:29 GMT -6
Post by Garnet on Jun 19, 2011 17:03:29 GMT -6
it hadn't been long after Garnet's ordeal in the plains that he'd arrived at a small border town between Etruria and Sacae. It wasn't even on any roads. The place seemed to subsist off the hunting from the rocky, Illian terrain just to their north, and the southern crop fields to the south and east. Nothing more than a little set of hovels and a single rickety tavern with a small store house out back that the bar owner was generous enough to convert into a sleeping space when Garnet dragged himself in late the previous night.
There was nothing here. Just a few small farms, and a measly population of about 20. Regardless, they took to strangers remarkably well. At least when they showed that they weren't of the hostile sort, as Garnet had done.
"Yep, it be about three weeks ago, now. Remember that group O' religious sorts that come thru here back then? Welp, I heard Old Donny gabbing about spotting another gaggle of them sort heading north while out hunting."
"I tell ye! The times just aren't sinply like they used to be! I wonder what could be sending them northward, when they'd be so much more use protecting the great Prophet's missionaries from those heathens to the east, may the LAdy Elimine bless his soul...."
"...You know, I heard that the bandits in Illia have been more active than any time in the past fifty years. I'm glad that his soldiers are heading north, even if there's only about twenty of them."
...
The conversation among the townsfolk continued. They were quite a vocal bunch, as small towns tended to be. The swordsman wished that they weren't so disillusioned about the true nature of the Prophet though. It was a state shared by most of the people of Etruria.
The news about Etrurian soldiers was interesting to him though. Garnet knew of the Lycian conquest, of how Etruria held Ostia, the gate to the southern nation, wide open for their forces. And it was no secret that Etruria had been sending large numbers of priests and guards into Sacae for years now. Only recently had the red-haired swordsman realized that many of the "missionaries" had been considerably more forceful and violent than Garnet's understanding of the teachings of Elimine had seemed.
Choosing to stay out of it, and avoid getting into an argument that could only go bad for him, Garnet quietly sat at the counter, and drank his ale.
There was nothing here. Just a few small farms, and a measly population of about 20. Regardless, they took to strangers remarkably well. At least when they showed that they weren't of the hostile sort, as Garnet had done.
"Yep, it be about three weeks ago, now. Remember that group O' religious sorts that come thru here back then? Welp, I heard Old Donny gabbing about spotting another gaggle of them sort heading north while out hunting."
"I tell ye! The times just aren't sinply like they used to be! I wonder what could be sending them northward, when they'd be so much more use protecting the great Prophet's missionaries from those heathens to the east, may the LAdy Elimine bless his soul...."
"...You know, I heard that the bandits in Illia have been more active than any time in the past fifty years. I'm glad that his soldiers are heading north, even if there's only about twenty of them."
...
The conversation among the townsfolk continued. They were quite a vocal bunch, as small towns tended to be. The swordsman wished that they weren't so disillusioned about the true nature of the Prophet though. It was a state shared by most of the people of Etruria.
The news about Etrurian soldiers was interesting to him though. Garnet knew of the Lycian conquest, of how Etruria held Ostia, the gate to the southern nation, wide open for their forces. And it was no secret that Etruria had been sending large numbers of priests and guards into Sacae for years now. Only recently had the red-haired swordsman realized that many of the "missionaries" had been considerably more forceful and violent than Garnet's understanding of the teachings of Elimine had seemed.
Choosing to stay out of it, and avoid getting into an argument that could only go bad for him, Garnet quietly sat at the counter, and drank his ale.