Glancing up at the setting sun while securing the last of the leather tie straps on the sturdy built and fully loaded yew framed wagons, Arcanis, momentarily lost in thought, reflects on the events that have come to pass in the last couple of months.
His mind dwells on how the city of Yew, in its natural state, is a serene and sparsely inhabited thicket of trees and wryly underbrush. You could spend days wandering its countryside without seeing a soul, but yet the presence of its population is made apparent from time to time by the simple comforts that caress the other senses that many take for granted.
The smell of burning embers in a fireplace, the taste of the wild berries that are gathered and sold in jams, or the reverberating thud of a lumberjacker, rhythmically hacking away at his quarry.
You pause....for a moment truly taking in this sound...the
deep and violent strikes seem to echo from all around the area, a reminder of its people carving out an existence anyway they can.
Winter has arrived in this high country. A cold blast of air startles the impatient oxen, one of which voices its frustration snapping Arcanis out of his slumber..
"Easy boy..we're almost ready"...*pats its hind quarter*
One final look around camp, Arcanis removes the last political poster off of the tree near the road and climbs aboard the sturdy craft.
Using an extra moment to get situated, he inhales a deep breath of fresh air. Arcanis loudly cracks
the leather whip starting the small caravan on it way south to warmer weather ,better opportunities and
greener pastures.
The loud, sharp, crisp, thundering, snap of the rawhide was without a doubt heard for
miles. Arcanis smirked as he thought about that and his humor escalated into a full low bellied chuckle as he noticed that the lumberjackers rhythm was momentarily broken..someone had heard him...
...he could sense it.
A couple days passed during the journey south, pretty much bereft of anything out of the normality of
a large scale move such as this undertaking.
However, there was one note worth mentioning, during the first nights camp just outside Skara Brae.
one of the oxen wrestled itself free from its bindings and was found the next morning gorging itself on the crops close to where that Governors self built office stands. A note was left in the wake...
It reads..
My Lord...,
Twas my ox, was in your locks.
I do despair, he did not care,
That he gorged and rut and wrangled there!
He ate and chewed and slothed around.
and left you presents that were brown.
A fair trade!,... to any beast!
But i feel bad to say the least.
This day is early, so i dawned my spurs,
and continued on my way,
And if and when you ever read this,
im sure you'll have much to say.
Until then i bid you adieu
not hard to find..
just follow the poo...
Not much else that i can do.
P.S. send the bill to Yew.
-Arcanis-
Upon arriving at the destination on the third day, Arcanis senses were awakened once again, but this
time it was like nothing he ever experienced before...well not on such a large scale anyway.
Upon entering the city the sensory overload was profound to say the least!
There was so much to take in, and it didnt help that the wooden wheels were defiantly clamorous against the cobble stone streets, violently shaking the wagon and its contents.
Pots and pans were slamming against one another as if to think that the town guardians
were warning the citizens against an imminent attack!
The crowds and vendors that lined the streets had everything to sell that you could imagine, and it was hard to distinguish and consume all the different sights, sounds and smells at once.
But it was a magnificent walled city, it would take some adjusting but surely he would be able
to call it home.
Arcanis immediately sent a dispatch to his governor that the envoy had arrived, and that
temporary quarters had been secured for his entire staff.
Until his arrival, the only thing Arcanis had to do was to secure, stow, and organize the gear.
A stroll around the city would do him good too.
Arcanis again took a deep breath......
*coughs*
He had arrived at Trinsic
His mind dwells on how the city of Yew, in its natural state, is a serene and sparsely inhabited thicket of trees and wryly underbrush. You could spend days wandering its countryside without seeing a soul, but yet the presence of its population is made apparent from time to time by the simple comforts that caress the other senses that many take for granted.
The smell of burning embers in a fireplace, the taste of the wild berries that are gathered and sold in jams, or the reverberating thud of a lumberjacker, rhythmically hacking away at his quarry.
You pause....for a moment truly taking in this sound...the
deep and violent strikes seem to echo from all around the area, a reminder of its people carving out an existence anyway they can.
Winter has arrived in this high country. A cold blast of air startles the impatient oxen, one of which voices its frustration snapping Arcanis out of his slumber..
"Easy boy..we're almost ready"...*pats its hind quarter*
One final look around camp, Arcanis removes the last political poster off of the tree near the road and climbs aboard the sturdy craft.
Using an extra moment to get situated, he inhales a deep breath of fresh air. Arcanis loudly cracks
the leather whip starting the small caravan on it way south to warmer weather ,better opportunities and
greener pastures.
The loud, sharp, crisp, thundering, snap of the rawhide was without a doubt heard for
miles. Arcanis smirked as he thought about that and his humor escalated into a full low bellied chuckle as he noticed that the lumberjackers rhythm was momentarily broken..someone had heard him...
...he could sense it.
A couple days passed during the journey south, pretty much bereft of anything out of the normality of
a large scale move such as this undertaking.
However, there was one note worth mentioning, during the first nights camp just outside Skara Brae.
one of the oxen wrestled itself free from its bindings and was found the next morning gorging itself on the crops close to where that Governors self built office stands. A note was left in the wake...
It reads..
My Lord...,
Twas my ox, was in your locks.
I do despair, he did not care,
That he gorged and rut and wrangled there!
He ate and chewed and slothed around.
and left you presents that were brown.
A fair trade!,... to any beast!
But i feel bad to say the least.
This day is early, so i dawned my spurs,
and continued on my way,
And if and when you ever read this,
im sure you'll have much to say.
Until then i bid you adieu
not hard to find..
just follow the poo...
Not much else that i can do.
P.S. send the bill to Yew.
-Arcanis-
Upon arriving at the destination on the third day, Arcanis senses were awakened once again, but this
time it was like nothing he ever experienced before...well not on such a large scale anyway.
Upon entering the city the sensory overload was profound to say the least!
There was so much to take in, and it didnt help that the wooden wheels were defiantly clamorous against the cobble stone streets, violently shaking the wagon and its contents.
Pots and pans were slamming against one another as if to think that the town guardians
were warning the citizens against an imminent attack!
The crowds and vendors that lined the streets had everything to sell that you could imagine, and it was hard to distinguish and consume all the different sights, sounds and smells at once.
But it was a magnificent walled city, it would take some adjusting but surely he would be able
to call it home.
Arcanis immediately sent a dispatch to his governor that the envoy had arrived, and that
temporary quarters had been secured for his entire staff.
Until his arrival, the only thing Arcanis had to do was to secure, stow, and organize the gear.
A stroll around the city would do him good too.
Arcanis again took a deep breath......
*coughs*
He had arrived at Trinsic
