Sacae...Road to the Skies
Jul 31, 2009 8:21:18 GMT -6
Post by Clair Feldsky on Jul 31, 2009 8:21:18 GMT -6
Just getting some Character growth and development. If you look at my character profiles you'll see I write a detailed story for them. Clair's profile is mostly about her history and her mother, so I'm doing this story to try to get a better handle on her. Enjoy
The trade caravan had been rolling along for about four days now.It was late in the day, and they were about to enter into the northern plains of the nomad's land, Sacae. It was a nearly empty caravan going mostly to get supplies to bring back to Illia. They had little else to trade. The Caravan Master , Hayne, had made this trip many times, but it was the first time for his young passenger.
Mountains, pine trees, and snow....That was all Clair had grown up knowing, but now she would get to see other lands. Well, one other land anyway. As the carts rolled along, the girl barely even noticed the jolts from the rough roads. They were surrounded by mountains, coming out of the pass to the east of Arphen.
Hayne spoke as Clair glanced up at the weathered caravaner. "Excited about seein the the plains at last?"
She thought for a moment before answering, "Yes, but it's more than that. This is also my first step into a new world. I'll be somewhere, doing something, even if it is just traveling with a caravan."
Hayne chuckled at the "just traveling with a caravan part". These Young'uns just don't realize that it's not all fighting and fame. someones gotta grow the food after all. And then theres the transporter and the merchant and,he groaned inwardly as he thought of this, the administrators. Why they had to make him fill out all that paperwork was beyond him, but if they say I have to do it I guess I'll have to do it.
After a pause Hayne answered and told her "You're right, you know. You'll gain experience from trips like these, see the world in a new way, and that will move to achieving your chosen profession....Now we should be nearing -yes, here it is. look!"
With that Hayne pointed, and they came around the last bend.
Clair's eyes widened in shock at the vast size of the plains before her. There was no variance to the flatness of the plains, and as far as her eyes could see there was nothing but-
"Grass!" she gasped
She was in awe of the the monumental scale of the fields.
"Heh. Yeah, it's a startling sight. I never get tired of seeing The Plains."
Hayne pointed again. "If you look south and a little east you can see a dark smudge on the horizon. That's a stand of trees I often camp at."
It took Clair a moment to regain her voice. "When will we get there?"
Hayne took hold of a water skin behind the bench seat on the wagon and answered before drinking. "People see a long way on the plains, since it's so flat. This is only about a days worth of travel ahead of us though."
They continued traveling for a time and then began setting up camp. They wouldn't reach the stand of trees this night. There were three wagons and two guards to each to each. Food was very valuable in Illia, so the caravans were sent well protected. The wagons were placed in a triangle to provide shelter from the wind.
After camp was set up, Clair got her lance and began practicing her thrust and parry forms. she was just about finished when a voice spoke up from behind her.
"Would like to learn how to really us that, or are you going to limit yourself to only do what they teach you at weapons class?"
Clair saw a hard looking, dark haired woman approaching. She was one of the caravan guards.
"...What" Clair asked, a little confused. She had thought she had been doing everything in the right way.
The woman continued approaching, "At your school they'll teach you things like how to strike with a lance from a pegasus, or how to keep your balance and parry strong blows while riding, but I could teach you how to be truly skilled on your own, without relying on a feathered mule to boost your power. Only if your willing to dedicate yourself to the task while your traveling with us though."
Clair was willing to be taught, and she wanted to become stronger. As strong as her mother was. She would learn.
"My name is Clair," She said in a voice which was both a little nervous and excited. "and I really do want to get better. I'll learn if you'll teach me."
"Excellent!" the woman interjected. As she smiled it seemed to remove some of the edge from her appearance. "Then you'd better get off and get some supper before bed, you'll need the energy for our training tomorrow. By the way, Call me Irennica." With that the she took Clair by the shoulders and pushed her off toward the camp's center....
Sacae: Road to the Skies
The trade caravan had been rolling along for about four days now.It was late in the day, and they were about to enter into the northern plains of the nomad's land, Sacae. It was a nearly empty caravan going mostly to get supplies to bring back to Illia. They had little else to trade. The Caravan Master , Hayne, had made this trip many times, but it was the first time for his young passenger.
Mountains, pine trees, and snow....That was all Clair had grown up knowing, but now she would get to see other lands. Well, one other land anyway. As the carts rolled along, the girl barely even noticed the jolts from the rough roads. They were surrounded by mountains, coming out of the pass to the east of Arphen.
Hayne spoke as Clair glanced up at the weathered caravaner. "Excited about seein the the plains at last?"
She thought for a moment before answering, "Yes, but it's more than that. This is also my first step into a new world. I'll be somewhere, doing something, even if it is just traveling with a caravan."
Hayne chuckled at the "just traveling with a caravan part". These Young'uns just don't realize that it's not all fighting and fame. someones gotta grow the food after all. And then theres the transporter and the merchant and,he groaned inwardly as he thought of this, the administrators. Why they had to make him fill out all that paperwork was beyond him, but if they say I have to do it I guess I'll have to do it.
After a pause Hayne answered and told her "You're right, you know. You'll gain experience from trips like these, see the world in a new way, and that will move to achieving your chosen profession....Now we should be nearing -yes, here it is. look!"
With that Hayne pointed, and they came around the last bend.
Clair's eyes widened in shock at the vast size of the plains before her. There was no variance to the flatness of the plains, and as far as her eyes could see there was nothing but-
"Grass!" she gasped
She was in awe of the the monumental scale of the fields.
"Heh. Yeah, it's a startling sight. I never get tired of seeing The Plains."
Hayne pointed again. "If you look south and a little east you can see a dark smudge on the horizon. That's a stand of trees I often camp at."
It took Clair a moment to regain her voice. "When will we get there?"
Hayne took hold of a water skin behind the bench seat on the wagon and answered before drinking. "People see a long way on the plains, since it's so flat. This is only about a days worth of travel ahead of us though."
They continued traveling for a time and then began setting up camp. They wouldn't reach the stand of trees this night. There were three wagons and two guards to each to each. Food was very valuable in Illia, so the caravans were sent well protected. The wagons were placed in a triangle to provide shelter from the wind.
After camp was set up, Clair got her lance and began practicing her thrust and parry forms. she was just about finished when a voice spoke up from behind her.
"Would like to learn how to really us that, or are you going to limit yourself to only do what they teach you at weapons class?"
Clair saw a hard looking, dark haired woman approaching. She was one of the caravan guards.
"...What" Clair asked, a little confused. She had thought she had been doing everything in the right way.
The woman continued approaching, "At your school they'll teach you things like how to strike with a lance from a pegasus, or how to keep your balance and parry strong blows while riding, but I could teach you how to be truly skilled on your own, without relying on a feathered mule to boost your power. Only if your willing to dedicate yourself to the task while your traveling with us though."
Clair was willing to be taught, and she wanted to become stronger. As strong as her mother was. She would learn.
"My name is Clair," She said in a voice which was both a little nervous and excited. "and I really do want to get better. I'll learn if you'll teach me."
"Excellent!" the woman interjected. As she smiled it seemed to remove some of the edge from her appearance. "Then you'd better get off and get some supper before bed, you'll need the energy for our training tomorrow. By the way, Call me Irennica." With that the she took Clair by the shoulders and pushed her off toward the camp's center....
Open to constructive criticism and comments.
Planning between 3-5 of these but not quite sure how many yet.
Planning between 3-5 of these but not quite sure how many yet.