Post by Lilith Nevermore on Oct 16, 2022 0:20:53 GMT -8
Name: Lilith Nevermore
Starting Land: Pilaf Land
New Land: Northern 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
Serenity. It was a confusing feeling. Honestly, Lilith figured she would be angrier. She should have been angry, for having her clothing torn and her time wasted. Perhaps, the information she had gathered proved fascinating enough to quell her fury. Or maybe she had simply gotten a desperately needed chance to, what was the phrase, blow some steam. Either way, she had left the crossroads between Pilaf Land, Western Lands and Southern Islands rather calm. Her broom was pointed towards the far North, beyond Central City, and even North City. She had grown weary of the unbearable heat and people of the South. Right now, she just wanted to go home.
Flying far above the vast, varied wilderness of the Southern Lands, the witch was barely a murky dot in the sky. Her robes were a torn, bloodied mess, but she carried herself with an air of nobility. A close glance at her pale skin revealed she had sustained no injuries. Or rather, there was blood without wounds. Like it had all healed without a trace. She watched the lands passing below with little interest. Her only travel plan was to stay away from any yokels and hayseeds that inhabited these lands. She couldn’t very well let them see her like this. They might mistake her for an easy target. Or worse... Take pity on her...
While a broom lacked the comforts of, say, a carriage or a train, it had them both beat in sheer speed. The sorceress didn’t even need to push herself, to make the ground below into a mere blur. Clouds parted and birds scattered from the way of the invisible aura that blazed around the girl. Mortals wouldn’t notice a thing, but any spiritually sensitive creatures would know her presence. It was a sinister chill, a decidedly wicked blaze of power that coated her. Any curious fools would cower before her wordless warning. She was in no mood for games with demons or would-be heroes.
In the distance, a large city glimmered like a jewel. A moment passed and the jewel was now right below the traveler. She slowed down just a little, only to sate her curiosity. Central City served as the capital of the world and the seat of power for those insufferable mutts who dared call themselves rulers... The mere thought made her nose wrinkle. Her hand dipped into her sleeve, pulling out her wand. It crackled with a spark of magic. She was half-tempted to summon a great storm cloud to ruin everyone’s day... But-Lady Ty would have been sad if she found out- that would have been petty.
And such pettiness was beneath the greatest witch in the world.
...So Lilith assured herself anyway, as she reluctantly put the wand away. Silently, she thanked her broom for its speed, as it carried her away from the disgusting city. It was not worth her time anyway. None of them were. Tangled in the weave of their pitiful lives... Tch, disgusting. With that, her serenity was gone, replaced by the usual cold grumpiness that permeated her life. What? It wasn’t her fault! The fault lied with all these mortals who dared to breathe the same air as her! Hmph, she needed something to uplift her mood. Fortunately, she knew precisely the place.
Down below, the wastelands were turning from brown to eternally green and finally white. Arid steppes changed to thick forests. Open roads turned into snaking paths. Snowflakes danced in the wind. Already, the sorceress could feel her mood improving. It was the cold air. In a climate like this, her innate magic grew stronger. She could feel the lovely chill of power trailing from her heart to her fingertips. Just a little further now. A certain place was just in sight, beyond the frozen rivers.
Along the way, the traveler made one stop. She brought the broom down near the edge of North City. While the lights and bustle lit the snowy wilderness in the background, she instead headed for a small shack by the woods. The sign introduced it as Babu Shka’s tea house. Inside the quaint, little cottage, the light was dim and delicious scents drifted in the air. Small tables were arranged in a half moon pattern. A wrinkled old woman attended a counter. She always insisted she was the famous witch Baba’s distant cousin, but Lilith had her doubts. For one, the family tree would make no sense if that were the case. Still, the old woman was a witch, all the same. And her tea brewing skills were definitely magic.
After the brief tea break, Lilith emerged from the shack with a small smile on her features. Lovely warmth spread through her entire body and soul. For a moment, she simply stood there under the soft snowfall... And breathed. Misty breaths colored the air white. She had missed this place so much, the tall trees and the freezing winter. In here, among the snow and ice, she was in her element. Humming a haunting song, she took off to the skies once again. It wasn’t far now. Her destination awaited just beyond the city, in the heart of a grim, twisted forest.
Eventually, the witch on her broom arrived at a scene of forgotten ruin. Jagged chunks of broken stone jutted from the snow. Once, a grim, dark castle had stood proudly here, surrounded by courtyards and gardens. Now, it was a mere husk. Only a single tower had remained standing all this time. Ghastly creatures worked tirelessly to clean it all up, but the progress was slow. This was her home. ...Away from home? Briefly, the sorceress cringed at the mere idea of considering that stupid, little mushroom cottage any manner of living space. It hardly qualified as a summer home for someone of her status. Little more than an emergency shelter. So why did she feel so wistful, looking at the ruins of her former life...? Tch, no matter.
Setting the semantics aside...
It was good to be home.
[1007 words]
Starting Land: Pilaf Land
New Land: Northern 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
Serenity. It was a confusing feeling. Honestly, Lilith figured she would be angrier. She should have been angry, for having her clothing torn and her time wasted. Perhaps, the information she had gathered proved fascinating enough to quell her fury. Or maybe she had simply gotten a desperately needed chance to, what was the phrase, blow some steam. Either way, she had left the crossroads between Pilaf Land, Western Lands and Southern Islands rather calm. Her broom was pointed towards the far North, beyond Central City, and even North City. She had grown weary of the unbearable heat and people of the South. Right now, she just wanted to go home.
Flying far above the vast, varied wilderness of the Southern Lands, the witch was barely a murky dot in the sky. Her robes were a torn, bloodied mess, but she carried herself with an air of nobility. A close glance at her pale skin revealed she had sustained no injuries. Or rather, there was blood without wounds. Like it had all healed without a trace. She watched the lands passing below with little interest. Her only travel plan was to stay away from any yokels and hayseeds that inhabited these lands. She couldn’t very well let them see her like this. They might mistake her for an easy target. Or worse... Take pity on her...
While a broom lacked the comforts of, say, a carriage or a train, it had them both beat in sheer speed. The sorceress didn’t even need to push herself, to make the ground below into a mere blur. Clouds parted and birds scattered from the way of the invisible aura that blazed around the girl. Mortals wouldn’t notice a thing, but any spiritually sensitive creatures would know her presence. It was a sinister chill, a decidedly wicked blaze of power that coated her. Any curious fools would cower before her wordless warning. She was in no mood for games with demons or would-be heroes.
In the distance, a large city glimmered like a jewel. A moment passed and the jewel was now right below the traveler. She slowed down just a little, only to sate her curiosity. Central City served as the capital of the world and the seat of power for those insufferable mutts who dared call themselves rulers... The mere thought made her nose wrinkle. Her hand dipped into her sleeve, pulling out her wand. It crackled with a spark of magic. She was half-tempted to summon a great storm cloud to ruin everyone’s day... But
And such pettiness was beneath the greatest witch in the world.
...So Lilith assured herself anyway, as she reluctantly put the wand away. Silently, she thanked her broom for its speed, as it carried her away from the disgusting city. It was not worth her time anyway. None of them were. Tangled in the weave of their pitiful lives... Tch, disgusting. With that, her serenity was gone, replaced by the usual cold grumpiness that permeated her life. What? It wasn’t her fault! The fault lied with all these mortals who dared to breathe the same air as her! Hmph, she needed something to uplift her mood. Fortunately, she knew precisely the place.
Down below, the wastelands were turning from brown to eternally green and finally white. Arid steppes changed to thick forests. Open roads turned into snaking paths. Snowflakes danced in the wind. Already, the sorceress could feel her mood improving. It was the cold air. In a climate like this, her innate magic grew stronger. She could feel the lovely chill of power trailing from her heart to her fingertips. Just a little further now. A certain place was just in sight, beyond the frozen rivers.
Along the way, the traveler made one stop. She brought the broom down near the edge of North City. While the lights and bustle lit the snowy wilderness in the background, she instead headed for a small shack by the woods. The sign introduced it as Babu Shka’s tea house. Inside the quaint, little cottage, the light was dim and delicious scents drifted in the air. Small tables were arranged in a half moon pattern. A wrinkled old woman attended a counter. She always insisted she was the famous witch Baba’s distant cousin, but Lilith had her doubts. For one, the family tree would make no sense if that were the case. Still, the old woman was a witch, all the same. And her tea brewing skills were definitely magic.
After the brief tea break, Lilith emerged from the shack with a small smile on her features. Lovely warmth spread through her entire body and soul. For a moment, she simply stood there under the soft snowfall... And breathed. Misty breaths colored the air white. She had missed this place so much, the tall trees and the freezing winter. In here, among the snow and ice, she was in her element. Humming a haunting song, she took off to the skies once again. It wasn’t far now. Her destination awaited just beyond the city, in the heart of a grim, twisted forest.
Eventually, the witch on her broom arrived at a scene of forgotten ruin. Jagged chunks of broken stone jutted from the snow. Once, a grim, dark castle had stood proudly here, surrounded by courtyards and gardens. Now, it was a mere husk. Only a single tower had remained standing all this time. Ghastly creatures worked tirelessly to clean it all up, but the progress was slow. This was her home. ...Away from home? Briefly, the sorceress cringed at the mere idea of considering that stupid, little mushroom cottage any manner of living space. It hardly qualified as a summer home for someone of her status. Little more than an emergency shelter. So why did she feel so wistful, looking at the ruins of her former life...? Tch, no matter.
Setting the semantics aside...
It was good to be home.
[1007 words]