Thread: Runaway Princess!

Their band had been traveling the snowy mountains of this region for some time now, it was a long journey but worth it to many of the people seeking refuge in the well defended capital. The people who called it home and those who sought it out knew the security it offered and would choose to relocate here for such reasons, however this band of mercenaries had their own reasons for being here although none of the lower ranked warriors would know the reason behind it. Only the commander of their troop and his right hand the elven mage Menroth would know why they were going this way, the commander Damian was a valiant fighter and a good leader of men. He always wore his typical set of armor, a steel full plate chest piece as well as similarly forged gauntlets, greaves, leg guards, pauldrons, and a helmet. Although in this cold environment it didn't help to be covered head to toe in cold armor so for this he had a wool cloak which he wore closely to bide back the cold, his second however was not a warrior type at all rather a man of magic. Menroth was the second in command and was a good friend of Damian the leader of this expeditionary force, he was not a warrior but rather a sorcerer and was here as an adviser on things magic and spellcraft. He was a bit of a short fellow only standing at 58, he had long blond hair that hung to the base of his neck and was combed back, as well he had a bright white skin tone and deep blue eyes. He unlike Damian is garbed in a typical pair of mage robes, the primary color being black with different insignificant designs of white woven into the fine material. On the chest was an emblem of a small white sun with a hollow center, the rays of the sun curving backward in a counter clockwise formation. Beyond this he had golden markings similar in shape to the emblem on his chest, these runes covered all his visible body. He had been watching their latest recruit with curiosity as she seemed to have a skill that Damian had valued well for her ability to fight but he didn't trust her with much authority or room to aid the group because of her gender, she was a woman and many of the people in the more civilized parts of the world didn't respect the value women held in society. Menroth had viewed much of the world in his time even having been to places many have never even heard of, he had long since disregarded the value of such single minded beliefs but she had yet to prove herself to him and what skill she had would be seen in due time no doubt. However his thoughts had been stifled by the yelling of the men telling them it was time to set up camp, dismounting the trusty steed that he had been riding he would settle his feet into the cold snow of the mountain. As the others began to set up their tents normally he would use his skills in magic to do his work, with his hands held out palms facing the snowy ground he would begin to chant. The spell he was muttering caused the material from his horse's side pouch to animate and it flew from the side of the horse, settling on the ground it began to build itself up slowly until soon his tent was made before him and with the effects of the magic the snow was cleared from the ground beneath it. A smile on his face he would untie the flap of the tent that would grant him entry, it was a large circular tent and held all his possessions. The commander would finish setting up quickly as his men did follow suit but were not done yet, finding a decent enough log to sit on that was near the site of the fire she was preparing for the night he looked down at her working on the small site. Good we'll need that up soon, I'm sure the boys will be back with some grub for the night. He said as habitually he drew a knife from his belt, it was intended to cut and clean animals but for not it was simply amusement. Can you believe this place Winter? This mountain range is something I could never explain, some form of odd magic don't you think?