An ancient city of stone buildings lies hidden between hills and trees. Destroyed and toppled by some unknown disaster and the ages of time, now this place is a maze to be explored.
Fawn was wondering around again, her searching paws have finally found old city ruins. the old buildings line the sides of this ruin for miles. There is crumbling rock, the roadway still stands, moss and grass shooting thorough the ground as nature tries to reclaim the area.
Fawn inspects one of the large abandon buildings. Poking her head inside one of the crumbling, rocky, structures. There had to be something useful here. She thinks to herself as she uses her paws to move around the dirt and debris below her, hoping to find a large satchel or bag. Anything she could use to store her items to carry with her.
She is so busy searching the area Fawn is unaware if anyone else approaches around her.
NPC Diceroll 1: Success Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Constitution.
526 was added for Level 1.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
0 was added for A. No Buff / Penalty.
This part of the land was perhaps the most beautiful in Helix's opinion. Old mossy stone pillars and walls lined the area. Testaments of time. Quietly she walked through the land, her yellow gaze taking in the world around her. She was sight seeing. However when the scent of a large cat entered her nostrils, she paused for a moment. There in the distance was the stranger she was smelling, digging away at the ruins in search of something. Helix watched them with a quiet gaze before deciding to approach. Her nails clicked against the stone floor as she walked into view, she dipped her horned head in a greeting and gave a soft smile. "Hello." She greeted the stranger before tilting her head slightly. "Am I interrupting?" She asked, they look hard at work. She didn't want any trouble if it could be avoided.
Yes, got it!! Triumph fills her features when the bag is found. The satchel is medium sized and a dark grey leather with a golden strap danging at its side. She grabs it in her teeth and wiggles it over her left shoulder where she secures it and lets it rest.
Fawn was opening the bag to see the contents inside when a voice drifts over the silence that had once filled the ruins around her. Oh, hello! Fawn starts with a smile and cheerful tone, No, no not interrupting a thing dear, I was just looking around this old place for anything useful. Like this! She points to the leather satchel laying securly on her side.
Seems to be there could be much to find here, if you want to have a look too! Fawn admits, her tail flicking behind her curiously. My name is Fawn, I'm an herbalist- at least, I try to be! She says with a grin. What about yourself?
This is my actions |This is how I talk |this is my magic | I think these things
Helix watched quietly, patiently, as the large cat pulled out a satchel of sorts from the ruins and held it within their maws. She was patient still as the woman tried on the satchel and finally rested it up on her body. "It's a good find!" She commented. The satchel looked like it was in great condition for the area it was founded in. Her tail swayed gently behind her. "I don't think I need anything at the moment, thank you." She told the woman. "I was just looking around." She explained. "I wonder what type of civilization lived here before to make all of...this." she pondered out loud, her attention snapping away momentarily to look around. Her gaze refocused on the lion before her. "Fawn. That's a nice name." She committed it to memory briefly. Large cat with antlers and wings. It would be hard to forget. "My name is Helix. Helix Blackheath." She told the woman. "I'm not much of a herbalist, I'm more of a fighter." She explained shortly, it felt odd to admit it out loud. As if proclaiming to be a fighter would cause some sort of trouble. Would someone challenge her on her abilities to defend herself? Call her arrogant for even saying she was a fighter? Maybe that was all in her head. She tried to banish the thoughts away, blinking softly.
Fawn beamed when the dark wolf compliments her find, a purr drawing over her lips. Yes, it is a nice find-- I'm surprised it was so easiy found. She admits to the other.
Fawn was in love with the ruins, it was a rather beautiful place- even though it had fallen into disarray through time."I wonder what type of civilization lived here before to make all of...this." A thoughtful sound is made as she looks around the old city, trying to see it in its prime; the hustle and bustle of others and the buddings standing tall and at peak. You know, I'm not sure, but I bet a city like this was amazing to see in its prime, imagine all the knowledge one could find here- especially in one of these buildings-- but it would require a good light source to really see inside one of these buildings. Maybe if she looked around more she could find a light of some kind to use?
Fawn turned to Helix as she introduced herself, looking her over. She has a large C shaped scar on her hip, showing she had been in some kind of battle before. a fighter you say? Now that is quite useful. I'm not one myself-- I would love to have a spar with you sometime, maybe you could give me a few tips? I could always give you herbal knowledge in return if you'd like? She offers the other, waiting for their response.
This is my actions |This is how I talk |this is my magic |I think these things
Where there are Ruins, there is treasure. It was not his first visit here, but it was his first visit here with his new contraption - a chariot of sorts, with the clasps to go over his shoulder and two wheels, but where a person would sit was instead a large box with an open top, its insides empty and lined with pelts for cushioning.
It was too heavy to fly with, so he instead carried it through the nearby portal and made his way to the Ruins from there. Just as he was exploring for loot, he noticed the sound of a conversation between two females, and decided to follow it. Wings stayed to his sides, one covering the satchel he wore, and he rounded the corner to see the culprits.
One of them was a beautiful brown and white lioness, her stature and matching horns immediately noting her as a lioness of adult interest. The other was a massive, bulky wolfess, whose stature and sheer size would normally be a turn-on for the amorous man but instead, this time, seemed to make him wary. He was keenly aware of how easily a scenario like this could turn sour and deadly, but kept his usual charming and friendly demeanor about him as he said with a smile to the two, "Hello, I couldn't help but overhear you two. My name is Matthias Kingsley, I'm a merchant and artisan. If you'd like," he'd say, tail flicking to bring attention to the chariot he carried around, "You can put what you find in here for easier carrying. I promise I'm not a thief. Merchant's honor," he would bring a feline paw over his chest and cross out his heart with a claw. How could he, even if he wanted to? The carriage would be too heavy for any flight or speedy getaway.
