Thread: To Save the Princess (imran102 x AradiaDream)

Kriss had been in a tavern, like most nights if she wasn't traveling from one town to another and had to stop to sleep under some trees for the night. She had simply been sitting, nursing a cup of ale. The candle at her table was out, keeping her face in shadow. Her long raven hair was hidden behind the cap that usually covered her entire face, except her eyes. Her leather clothing was made for her agile movements, but made sure to leave room so that it didn't give hints to her body's form. She was athletic by nature, and her body reflected this. However, like all the women in her family she had been, some would say blessed, she would say cursed, with a well endowed chest. She bound them down as much as she could, which helped. To hide her butt and hips, she simply wore baggier pants, using a leather belt to keep them up. She hid herself well, not wanting to end up like all the other women she knew. In her town they all became wives and worked to do nothing but raise a family, while the men learned skills, trades, and how to fight. It's why she'd ran away to find someone who would be willing to teach her. Now she went through the country, proving herself by taking on jobs for bounty. Whether it was killing a monster terrorizing a village, or bringing in a criminal to pay for their crimes. She was a jack-of-all-trades. If it made her money, she did it. Which is how she had ended up in this town. She'd heard of a castle not far from here, full of treasures, and a princess. The princess who if rescued and brought to the prince here to marry, would fetch the hero a hefty bounty. Sounded like a perfect job for Kriss. Treasure in the castle, money when she brought the princess back. She'd be set for a long time after this. Go to the capitol city, get a new gal every night, especially some of her usual favorites. Of course, there was the fact no one had yet to succeed in rescuing the princess, or getting the treasure. Still, that wasn't enough of a threat to turn Kriss away. So after her last drink and a night sleep at the local inn she set out. Even by horse it took her most the morning. Wendy, her horse, was a dark shade of brown with a white line down the middle of her forehead and nose. She was a beautiful horse, and only listened to her. She'd made a bet with a horse tamer that if she could tame her, she could have her. Well, it'd worked. She stopped Wendy at the edge of the castle's mote. There was a wood and rope bridge leading across to the other side. The mote was one half water, the other half lava, and met in the middle, falling down into a large pit. Yeah, this was going to be fun. She dismounted and tied the reigns to a tree. Be back soon, she said, setting down several apples and carrots from the packs on Wendy's back. Kriss checked her armor, making sure it was set right and ready for combat. It was light armor, but efficient. Gantlets that protected from her fingers up to her elbow. She wore shoulder pieces and a chest piece that doubled at covering her body, along with the light chainmail undershirt. Then her boots were armored to her knees, and thigh armor protected her upper legs. Her sword was sheathed on her back, two knives at her waist, and several other items, including food, flint, two flasks, one with alcohol, the other with water, bandages, and some magic powder and herbs were what she carried on her belt. She had to be ready for anything after all. Now that she was ready, she made her way toward the bridge and began her way across.