Post by Lilith Nevermore on Jul 19, 2021 1:03:49 GMT -8
Name: Lilith Nevermore
Starting Land: Pilaf Land
New Land: Eastern Lands
Steps Required: 2 steps - 1000 words (Flying Broom)
Thread Type: Personal Saga
Thread Link: -
Mode of Travel: Flying Broom, 50% Reduction to Travel Time
At the edge of the Pilaf Land, where the urban environment met the salty sea, a small, grim figure stood at the end of a long pier. A closer look revealed a lithe and pale girl in a witch outfit. Next to her floated a magical broom, further proving it wasn’t merely a costume. She was rummaging through a huge chest that had a set of sharp teeth. Occasionally she pulled out a bag, turned it upside down... And found nothing. Same went for bottles and vials either empty or about to be. Toxic words were muttered with increasing frequency.
Lilith Nevermore was not having a good day. With each empty vial and pouch, her cold frown deepened. Scorpion venom, rattlesnake teeth, mountain goat horns... How could she be out of all these potion and spell components again?! She couldn’t cast even a simple cantrip, much less brew a potion like this! Through her gritted, sharp teeth slithered a curse so foul it cannot be written here. The open chest offered an apologetic and sympathetic whine. She let out a defeated sigh and brushed the wooden surface gently. “No need to apologize. This is not your fault. I have simply been so wrapped up in my projects that I forgot to restock...” It happened every now and then, but each time it was equally annoying.
The Wicked Witch directed her gaze towards the horizon, far into the distance where tropical isles loomed. She had been planning to head home, but... Going back empty-handed would be a waste of time. Her research couldn’t continue without components. And... The only reputable saleswitch all the way over there was... No, she would not go back to that seahag. It would be embarrassing. Furthermore, buying all these would’ve been... tch... beyond her current wealth. Mere words could not capture how much she detested that thought. Going into debt over a couple of frog eyes would be short-sighted at best and absolutely humiliating at worst.
Thus the proud noblewoman shifted her gaze towards the east. In the mountainous land of mystics and magicians, there would be an abundance of ingredients. She only had to... ugh... forage. The mere thought of work made her shudder. Not that she would be doing any of it herself, of course, but herding a gang of fiends might as well be work. She shuddered again. Gah, even the mere word was so far beneath her it felt disgusting. Still... It was the only sensible option left...
With a heavy sigh, Lilith flicked her hand dismissively. Magic twinkled in the air. The rummaged items hopped back into the gaping maw of the chest of their own accord. It closed its lid with a satisfied snap and shrank down to the size of a jewel box. She picked up her darling mimic and secured it safely within her big sleeve. “Comfortable in there, Chester?” Her question was met with a happy clatter of wooden legs. Good. Then they were ready. And best of all, this time she wouldn’t have to put up with even a single irritating tourist.
The wicked witch beckoned her broom closer and sat onto it. With a huff and a puff of the bristles, it soared high into the sky. Startled seagulls scattered screeching. The buildings below her soon looked like mere tinderboxes. As she picked up speed, residual magic gathered into a shimmering bubble around her. Neither the freezing cold nor the piercing wind could get through to bother her. Clouds parted like a cotton candy curtain from her way.
Idly, the noblewoman glanced down. She watched the overblown glitz and glamour of Pilaf Land slowly shift into sandy roads and vast farmlands. The first region to cross was the slice of Southern Lands that stretched all the way to the ocean. As far as she recalled, this area had nothing but peasants and dirt. Such a shame. If her route had passed closer, she would’ve made a small detour in the Southern Demonlands. There was this rumour of a pink demon with intriguing physiology living somewhere there... Supposedly it exhibited many strange and magical properties. She would’ve loved to investigate if there was any truth to that claim.
While the speedy broom kept blitzing across the skies, the scenery below kept changing. Slowly, the farmlands and wastelands started gaining more and more trees. Lush forests spread across the lands. Hills turned to mountains, reaching higher and higher to the sky. The Eastern Lands was a mountainous region famed for many palaces and other places of power. It was blissfully peaceful too... As the large majority of idiots congregated in a place called Orange Star City. She had never been there and considering the populace, would never go there willingly. It was a city of martial artists, muscle morons and other violent idiots.
Travel took time. And with time came... grooowlll... hunger pangs. Lilith received an all too vivid reminder that she had skipped breakfast. Again. After the meal given by the King and Queen of the Southern Islands, she had gotten far too used to eating. Mana fasting felt agonizing. And to think she was so close to her destination too... Hmph, no matter. She deserved only the best.
Reluctantly she dipped down and stopped to sit on a mountain top. From her sleeves, she produced a bag filled with capsules, a gift she hadn’t wanted to accept... It took some fiddling, but she managed to open one. With a puff of smoke, a still warm box of chicken and vegetables appeared in her lap. As much as she hated to admit... It looked and tasted delicious. While eating her fill, she gazed into the distance...
Quietly she wondered how Nevermore was doing...
It was an odd thing. After finishing the meal, the pale lady felt rather... energized. Her crimson gaze focused on the vast region below. Right. Just a little further. She was looking for a very specific environment, where she could find the best assortment of plants and creatures. Somewhere at the edge of the wastelands and the mountainous forests should be good... With that thought in mind, she took to the skies again.
[1030 words]
Starting Land: Pilaf Land
New Land: Eastern Lands
Steps Required: 2 steps - 1000 words (Flying Broom)
Thread Type: Personal Saga
Thread Link: -
Mode of Travel: Flying Broom, 50% Reduction to Travel Time
At the edge of the Pilaf Land, where the urban environment met the salty sea, a small, grim figure stood at the end of a long pier. A closer look revealed a lithe and pale girl in a witch outfit. Next to her floated a magical broom, further proving it wasn’t merely a costume. She was rummaging through a huge chest that had a set of sharp teeth. Occasionally she pulled out a bag, turned it upside down... And found nothing. Same went for bottles and vials either empty or about to be. Toxic words were muttered with increasing frequency.
Lilith Nevermore was not having a good day. With each empty vial and pouch, her cold frown deepened. Scorpion venom, rattlesnake teeth, mountain goat horns... How could she be out of all these potion and spell components again?! She couldn’t cast even a simple cantrip, much less brew a potion like this! Through her gritted, sharp teeth slithered a curse so foul it cannot be written here. The open chest offered an apologetic and sympathetic whine. She let out a defeated sigh and brushed the wooden surface gently. “No need to apologize. This is not your fault. I have simply been so wrapped up in my projects that I forgot to restock...” It happened every now and then, but each time it was equally annoying.
The Wicked Witch directed her gaze towards the horizon, far into the distance where tropical isles loomed. She had been planning to head home, but... Going back empty-handed would be a waste of time. Her research couldn’t continue without components. And... The only reputable saleswitch all the way over there was... No, she would not go back to that seahag. It would be embarrassing. Furthermore, buying all these would’ve been... tch... beyond her current wealth. Mere words could not capture how much she detested that thought. Going into debt over a couple of frog eyes would be short-sighted at best and absolutely humiliating at worst.
Thus the proud noblewoman shifted her gaze towards the east. In the mountainous land of mystics and magicians, there would be an abundance of ingredients. She only had to... ugh... forage. The mere thought of work made her shudder. Not that she would be doing any of it herself, of course, but herding a gang of fiends might as well be work. She shuddered again. Gah, even the mere word was so far beneath her it felt disgusting. Still... It was the only sensible option left...
With a heavy sigh, Lilith flicked her hand dismissively. Magic twinkled in the air. The rummaged items hopped back into the gaping maw of the chest of their own accord. It closed its lid with a satisfied snap and shrank down to the size of a jewel box. She picked up her darling mimic and secured it safely within her big sleeve. “Comfortable in there, Chester?” Her question was met with a happy clatter of wooden legs. Good. Then they were ready. And best of all, this time she wouldn’t have to put up with even a single irritating tourist.
The wicked witch beckoned her broom closer and sat onto it. With a huff and a puff of the bristles, it soared high into the sky. Startled seagulls scattered screeching. The buildings below her soon looked like mere tinderboxes. As she picked up speed, residual magic gathered into a shimmering bubble around her. Neither the freezing cold nor the piercing wind could get through to bother her. Clouds parted like a cotton candy curtain from her way.
Idly, the noblewoman glanced down. She watched the overblown glitz and glamour of Pilaf Land slowly shift into sandy roads and vast farmlands. The first region to cross was the slice of Southern Lands that stretched all the way to the ocean. As far as she recalled, this area had nothing but peasants and dirt. Such a shame. If her route had passed closer, she would’ve made a small detour in the Southern Demonlands. There was this rumour of a pink demon with intriguing physiology living somewhere there... Supposedly it exhibited many strange and magical properties. She would’ve loved to investigate if there was any truth to that claim.
While the speedy broom kept blitzing across the skies, the scenery below kept changing. Slowly, the farmlands and wastelands started gaining more and more trees. Lush forests spread across the lands. Hills turned to mountains, reaching higher and higher to the sky. The Eastern Lands was a mountainous region famed for many palaces and other places of power. It was blissfully peaceful too... As the large majority of idiots congregated in a place called Orange Star City. She had never been there and considering the populace, would never go there willingly. It was a city of martial artists, muscle morons and other violent idiots.
Travel took time. And with time came... grooowlll... hunger pangs. Lilith received an all too vivid reminder that she had skipped breakfast. Again. After the meal given by the King and Queen of the Southern Islands, she had gotten far too used to eating. Mana fasting felt agonizing. And to think she was so close to her destination too... Hmph, no matter. She deserved only the best.
Reluctantly she dipped down and stopped to sit on a mountain top. From her sleeves, she produced a bag filled with capsules, a gift she hadn’t wanted to accept... It took some fiddling, but she managed to open one. With a puff of smoke, a still warm box of chicken and vegetables appeared in her lap. As much as she hated to admit... It looked and tasted delicious. While eating her fill, she gazed into the distance...
Quietly she wondered how Nevermore was doing...
It was an odd thing. After finishing the meal, the pale lady felt rather... energized. Her crimson gaze focused on the vast region below. Right. Just a little further. She was looking for a very specific environment, where she could find the best assortment of plants and creatures. Somewhere at the edge of the wastelands and the mountainous forests should be good... With that thought in mind, she took to the skies again.
[1030 words]