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estdeus_innobis2010-07-28 06:15 pm
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You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far.
Early evening
Monday February 1st
Bank above the Pontarlier river
Oak and Ash, that was close! I hurry down the deserted corridor heading for a door I hope no one else remembers, or at least is thinking of. I press my right hand firmly against the blank wall in front of me and mutter the opening charm under my breath, keeping one ear out for anyone coming this way. I can feel the tingle that means the charm worked and the door is opening but the opening of the way is hardly instantaneous and so the danger remains. I slip through as soon as I can, reversing the charm as soon as I'm on the other side.
I stand up on the low grassy bank and take in the scene. Twilight and the sky is a lovely shade of blue fading into indigo as night comes on. There's a river running below the bold angular strokes of a bridge farther down. There will be a road nearby and a town. I take a breath of air, damp with recent rain and crisp with winter's fading bite, I start moving towards the bridge and its promised road. It would not do to stand around waiting for someone to discover me. Hopefully I'll reach town tonight, otherwise I'll keep moving. The Iron World is said to be many things, tonight it is cold.
I slip down to the river just before I reach the bridge to look for pebbles. I find and take a double handful of the smooth round stones and drop them into my belt pouch. If it's not too late when I get into town I can find the inn and pay for a place to sleep. As I come back up the bank heading for the road I pull on a basic glamour, the only changes the things I need to make me seem human. Including the addition of a nice thick cloak. I know it won't actually cut the chill from the air but a good glamour covers all senses and I have no wish to to feel the true state of things so I make no exceptions for myself. Instead I pull my illusory cloak a little tighter and walk a little faster as I reach the bridge and stand there looking around to get my bearings.
[Closed]
Monday February 1st
Bank above the Pontarlier river
Oak and Ash, that was close! I hurry down the deserted corridor heading for a door I hope no one else remembers, or at least is thinking of. I press my right hand firmly against the blank wall in front of me and mutter the opening charm under my breath, keeping one ear out for anyone coming this way. I can feel the tingle that means the charm worked and the door is opening but the opening of the way is hardly instantaneous and so the danger remains. I slip through as soon as I can, reversing the charm as soon as I'm on the other side.
I stand up on the low grassy bank and take in the scene. Twilight and the sky is a lovely shade of blue fading into indigo as night comes on. There's a river running below the bold angular strokes of a bridge farther down. There will be a road nearby and a town. I take a breath of air, damp with recent rain and crisp with winter's fading bite, I start moving towards the bridge and its promised road. It would not do to stand around waiting for someone to discover me. Hopefully I'll reach town tonight, otherwise I'll keep moving. The Iron World is said to be many things, tonight it is cold.
I slip down to the river just before I reach the bridge to look for pebbles. I find and take a double handful of the smooth round stones and drop them into my belt pouch. If it's not too late when I get into town I can find the inn and pay for a place to sleep. As I come back up the bank heading for the road I pull on a basic glamour, the only changes the things I need to make me seem human. Including the addition of a nice thick cloak. I know it won't actually cut the chill from the air but a good glamour covers all senses and I have no wish to to feel the true state of things so I make no exceptions for myself. Instead I pull my illusory cloak a little tighter and walk a little faster as I reach the bridge and stand there looking around to get my bearings.
[Closed]