Settling In (Solo)
Aug 18, 2016 17:16:22 GMT -6
Post by Ylva on Aug 18, 2016 17:16:22 GMT -6
The trip had been a long one. Over a week of travel it had taken for the Snolinjaal to arrive in Lycia, and Ylva had plenty of time to soak up the differences. Lycia was...greener than Ilia. A lot less white. It's forests were almost vibrant with how green they were by comparison. It was also warmer with clearer skies on average.
Aside from the heat being a touch too much at times, Ylva enjoyed the change of scenery. The different sounds and smells of Lycia's forests intrigued her. When they camped outside for the nights it was a wonder to not need a constant fire and numerous wolf or bear pelts to survive the night. Ylva could actually relax and gaze at the stars, enjoy the chirping of the crickets and the crackle of a much smaller flame.
However, the Snolinjaal did not long for camping beneath the forests. Back in Ilia they had a large fort hidden away near the Eastern mountains. They longed to have another and Yngvar would provide. It took some searching, both through the villages for rumors and the forests for sights. Ylva mostly stuck to searching the forests, never left to her own either. She'd only been to Lycia on a few missions and never really got the chance to get a feel for the land. Yngvar feared she'd wind up lost or worse, and even if she was a full-fledged merc she was still the “Guild's Daughter” to him.
On some level, one that Ylva didn't pay much mind to, she appreciated that. On the surface level she rolled her eyes at the playful taunts and japes she earned as a result.
Still, her searching came to an end as they met in the “Gilded Blade” tavern. Ylva muscled her way through her fellow guild members and took a seat at a table, mug of ale in hand. The Snolinjaal were taking up the entire bottom right corner of the establishment, and were rowdy and loud at that, but none in the tavern were bothered or brave enough to say a word.
Yngvar himself was just about finished a drinking contest with his sister. As per usual she finished her mug before he could down his, and as per usual the Snolinjaal cheered and banged the tables while Siri basked in her victory. Ylva did not join in the cheering, she'd need more drinks for that, but she smirked and raised her mug as a congratulations.
“All right all right...settle down, ye lot.” Yngvar stated with a chuckle, waiting for the Snolinjaal to settle into their seats. Ordinarily their drunken cheer wasn't so easily quelled, but the Snolinjaal were all keen to hear what Yngvar had to say. The large warrior sat back in his chair, idly stroking his beard whilst grinning. “We've got good news today. There's an old fort nearby. It's big, but beaten down and-”
Once again the company broke out in cheer and rowdiness. Fists slammed tables and mugs clinked together. Ylva simply took a large swig. She, too, was happy that a new fort had been found.
“AND.” Yngvar nearly roared the word. He wasn't mad, just how it had to be. If one wanted to lead a group has rowdy as the Snolinjaal one would need to have a voice that carried. Ylva knew even from her scoldings by Yngvar and Siri as a child that both of them were capable of that. “Overtaken by brigands. Survivors of battles against Etruria who fled their armies and lords, poor men and women with nothing to their name.”
Yngvar grinned wide now. “D'ya think scum like them deserve a fort?”
“Nay!” Even Ylva chanted with her group. The company's fists banged against the tables in near perfect unison. This was not the first rallying speech they'd received, and by god Ylva hoped it would not be the last. If Yngvar's speeches could bring out the rowdiness in her then you knew they were damned good ones.
“D'ya think we ought to take it from them then?!”
“Aye!”
“Day after the morrow, then! Siri here snagged us a contract to clear 'em out anyway. We're not just claiming a new fort...we're getting paid for it! Tonight we drink 'till we drop! On the morrow, though, we ready ourselves to take us a new fort!”
Nothing was quieting the cheers that followed that. Nothing but the ale that every Snolinjaal downed. Ylva brought her mug to her lips, not caring how much she was gonna regret it the next morning.
Aside from the heat being a touch too much at times, Ylva enjoyed the change of scenery. The different sounds and smells of Lycia's forests intrigued her. When they camped outside for the nights it was a wonder to not need a constant fire and numerous wolf or bear pelts to survive the night. Ylva could actually relax and gaze at the stars, enjoy the chirping of the crickets and the crackle of a much smaller flame.
However, the Snolinjaal did not long for camping beneath the forests. Back in Ilia they had a large fort hidden away near the Eastern mountains. They longed to have another and Yngvar would provide. It took some searching, both through the villages for rumors and the forests for sights. Ylva mostly stuck to searching the forests, never left to her own either. She'd only been to Lycia on a few missions and never really got the chance to get a feel for the land. Yngvar feared she'd wind up lost or worse, and even if she was a full-fledged merc she was still the “Guild's Daughter” to him.
On some level, one that Ylva didn't pay much mind to, she appreciated that. On the surface level she rolled her eyes at the playful taunts and japes she earned as a result.
Still, her searching came to an end as they met in the “Gilded Blade” tavern. Ylva muscled her way through her fellow guild members and took a seat at a table, mug of ale in hand. The Snolinjaal were taking up the entire bottom right corner of the establishment, and were rowdy and loud at that, but none in the tavern were bothered or brave enough to say a word.
Yngvar himself was just about finished a drinking contest with his sister. As per usual she finished her mug before he could down his, and as per usual the Snolinjaal cheered and banged the tables while Siri basked in her victory. Ylva did not join in the cheering, she'd need more drinks for that, but she smirked and raised her mug as a congratulations.
“All right all right...settle down, ye lot.” Yngvar stated with a chuckle, waiting for the Snolinjaal to settle into their seats. Ordinarily their drunken cheer wasn't so easily quelled, but the Snolinjaal were all keen to hear what Yngvar had to say. The large warrior sat back in his chair, idly stroking his beard whilst grinning. “We've got good news today. There's an old fort nearby. It's big, but beaten down and-”
Once again the company broke out in cheer and rowdiness. Fists slammed tables and mugs clinked together. Ylva simply took a large swig. She, too, was happy that a new fort had been found.
“AND.” Yngvar nearly roared the word. He wasn't mad, just how it had to be. If one wanted to lead a group has rowdy as the Snolinjaal one would need to have a voice that carried. Ylva knew even from her scoldings by Yngvar and Siri as a child that both of them were capable of that. “Overtaken by brigands. Survivors of battles against Etruria who fled their armies and lords, poor men and women with nothing to their name.”
Yngvar grinned wide now. “D'ya think scum like them deserve a fort?”
“Nay!” Even Ylva chanted with her group. The company's fists banged against the tables in near perfect unison. This was not the first rallying speech they'd received, and by god Ylva hoped it would not be the last. If Yngvar's speeches could bring out the rowdiness in her then you knew they were damned good ones.
“D'ya think we ought to take it from them then?!”
“Aye!”
“Day after the morrow, then! Siri here snagged us a contract to clear 'em out anyway. We're not just claiming a new fort...we're getting paid for it! Tonight we drink 'till we drop! On the morrow, though, we ready ourselves to take us a new fort!”
Nothing was quieting the cheers that followed that. Nothing but the ale that every Snolinjaal downed. Ylva brought her mug to her lips, not caring how much she was gonna regret it the next morning.