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Post by bellasuem on Oct 6, 2016 17:43:02 GMT -6
Marea Mare / Traveling Merchant / War-Forged
The weather wasn't looking great. A wind had kicked up and Marea struggled to tie a canvas cover over her cart, huffing through gritted teeth as she finally got the last strap tight enough. A client who lived out in the forest, about 15 miles down the War Lord's Road, had placed a sizable order for a bunch of nonsensical things - an old tome that looked to yellowed to even read, a handful of gemstones collected locally by another shop keeper, parchment, and a bottle of what looked like old, dark blood, but what she was assured by the seller was merely a special type of 'ink'. Kaia knows what any of this rot was for, perhaps the old codger was trying to summon a spirit, but the elderly stallion paid well so she was adamant on delivering it before the date he requested it by.
Satisfied that everything was strapped in and covered in case the sky decided to open up on her during her trip, Marea fastened her cart to her harness and stepped out onto the streets of Skeldr. Usually she preferred to travel with a fellow merchant, or on her own if the trip wasn't far, but the damned cultists were out in greater numbers now, and she couldn't risk the profit there was to be made off this delivery. So, she had arranged to be escorted by a Raider. The paint mare had no clue which of her herd members would be accompanying her, only that they would meet her by the lone pine just outside of the town limits. Marea silently wished they'd be a more tolerable companion than her last escort, but she wasn't about to get her hopes up.
It was only a brisk trot to the edge of town, but Marea was thankful for the opportunity to get her limbs properly warmed up for the trek ahead. She came to a stop at the edge of a small hill that looked down on the beginning of the road. Spotting her escort was simple enough; an impossibly tall stallion stuck out even next to the great pine he stood under. At least any would-be robber would think twice before picking a fight with that, she thought, easing herself and her cart down the embankment and towards the imposing figure that waited ahead.
"Hello," she called out, "I have to assume you're the Raider assigned to a venture down the Road? I'm your merchant."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 23:35:16 GMT -6
 He had been awake before the sun, up and out of his petty little tent just in time to watch it slowly rise over the horizon of Onea's vast horizon. The air was cold, but not frigid. He had summer to thank for that. This early in the morning, though, he could see his light breath swirling before his muzzle. A smile briefed his lips as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the fresh air.
That was enough rest, he had an assignment.
The large stallion tied his green canvas tent closed before setting out to find the randevu place- a single pine that stood a few paces away from the edge of town. It didnt take him long to get there, his heavy steps leaving great indents in the earth's soft, dew-covered ground. However, the closer he got to town, the more the wind started to pick up. It wasnt long before he was gritting his teeth in frustration, pulling his mane and forelock back into a tight bun upon his crest in order to keep his thick hair out of the way. A few steps later, and he was doing the same to his tail.
Someone must be unhappy today. He thought, turning his gaze to the sky and watching as several clouds raced across the soft blue. Being new to religion, he still wasnt sure on who it was who.. controlled the wind, but whoever they were, they werent going to make his life very easy.
The draft pulled himself to a stop as he found the lone tree, leaning against its thick trunk as his amber eyes scanned the grounds before him. He was early, as per usual, but he'd expect the merchant to be along soon. He had yet to meet a salesman who didnt want to be one time.
Almost as if on que, he heard a voice calling behind him, fighting for control over the wind. His ears flicked in the stranger's direction before he swiveled his head around, smiling as his gaze landed on the merchant mare. He dipped his head politely. "Yes, im your Raider." He chirped, squinting against the raging wind. "My name's Muiris. Where are we headed?"
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Post by bellasuem on Dec 26, 2016 18:56:34 GMT -6
Marea Mare / Traveling Merchant / War-Forged
Marea dipped her head in greeting as the massive Raider lumbered over the her. Well, no doubt any Cultists they may have the misfortune to meet out on the road would think twice before they chose to take on this stallion. She considered how to answer the stallion before settling on, "Well, it's a bit out of the way, but most of the journey will be on the War Lord's Road, at least," she explained, "Once we travel a ways, we'll merge off onto a small forest path. I have a bit of an... eccentric customer who lives out that way. He placed a special, rush order, and made it clear in his letter that it was of the 'utmost importance' that these items reach him before the week was at an end." Sighing, Marea shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. "Rest assured this old loon pays well, so you won't go unrewarded for this unconventional trip, I can promise you that."
"Oh, and I'm Marea," she added as an after thought. She had been too concerned with explaining the nature of their trip to return his greeting in kind. It wasn't all that often that Marea employed the use of her herd's Raiders, preferring instead to travel alone, or with another merchant. Thus far, it hadn't proved a bad system for her, but with the increase in Cultists along the Road and the sensitive nature of the delivery, Marea had decided this was as good a time as any to bring some added protection along. Needless to say, she was a touch rusty when it came to introductions of this kind. "I do wish the weather was more favorable," she admitted, narrowing her eyes against the wind. But it was always like this, it seemed; the more delicate and profitable the trip, the worse the traveling conditions were. The gods have a strange, though relatable, sense of humor, she thought ruefully as another gale kicked up, sending leaves and sand blowing towards the pair.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 18:44:41 GMT -6
He listened intently as she explained the nature of their trip, his ears flicking in curiosity as she explained her rather interesting customer. He wondered what kind of rank such a stallion held if he needed his items quickly, but he was in no position to question it. He was only here because it was his duty to keep the merchant mare safe from the rise in vagabonds they had been seeing lately. He gave a small nod as she mentioned his compensation, his brow lifting ever so slightly as a gust of wind whipped at his mane and tail.
"Do not worry about paying me, take care of yourself first." He said with a small nod, picking up his gaze to glance down the road they were to head down. He was never one who cared for money. He lived in a tent, bought food on occasion, and stuck away from drinking or anything else that ate up money for absolutely no reason. He could easily live on a small purse, but he knew the lives of others were quite different than him. His herd was to take care of themselves first, and he would pick up whatever was left.
He played her name over in his head after she had introduced herself, committing it to memory before letting out a chuckle at her comment on the weather. "The weather is rarely on our side." He mused in a lighthearted tone, watching as dust swirled before them. Well, now was as good a time as any.
"Shall we, then?" He prompted, dipping his head before stepping out into the wind, his ears laying back to keep it from howling. His hair whipped at his neck, but the wind kept it out of his eyes. Once he got past the fact that he had to walk through the gusts, it actually felt rather good. The cool air tickled through his thick coat, keeping his typically warm body cool. It wouldnt be as bad once they found the thicker tree line, but for now, they would have to fight the weather.
"What are you bringing to this fellow?" Even though he had convinced himself that her wares were none of his business, he couldnt help but ask, purely because he was terrible at small talk and didnt know what else to say. He kept a soft grin on his features, but his eyes were placid and hard, shifting along their path to look for any unusual movement.
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