Thread: Fatal Fantasy (Inwiththebooks and Zaraplay)

Hilda let out a loud yawn as she exited the local inn, just having finished her breakfast and getting started with her day. Mornings were the worst for her, as she typically wasn't a morning person and it was the hardest part of her day to keep her eyes open enough to actually do something productive. It was funny, consider it shouldn't be the hardest part her days as an adventurer and heroine. Not that it was an uncommon profession in this part of the world though it was one that she did rather well. It was an uncertain lifestyle that didn't provide much in benefits with little to no security. It typically involved a lot of travelling, as no adventure or danger typically waited at home, there were also already guards and militias that were typically in place to guard against such troubles. A heroine could only find work situational and it care rarely. Hilda was content with just sitting at home and waiting for work to come to her, so she decided to take her profession abroad like many in her particular field. It was perhaps been some years now, but her travels had brought her so far from home that it might have been easier to keep on her journey until she ended up at home again with the rate she was traveling the globe. Work wasn't guaranteed abroad either though the chances were better finding someone or some place that needed the help of an adventurer. She just needed to be at the right place and the right time, or that could be the wrong time considering her need of trouble to earn a living. In some ways, it was a mercenary style, but one that was done so with usually good intent. She didn't so this for the riches or even the fame, but as a way to keep herself afloat and distance herself from the monotony of everyday life. There would be busy times with many lulls in between, but at least she did well in succeeding in her intent. After a few years of travelling abroad, Hilda was many ways a foreigner and it was rather obvious. Her appearance was rather particular and it caught the eyes of many. Considering her profession and her eccentric ways, her appearance was perhaps unorthodox back home regardless, so the opinion of others wasn't something she considered herself on typically. She has long sleek black hair that seems to hold a constant straightness without much effort or comb. Her hairstyle has a straight fringe in the front and most of it collected in a high ponytail that nearly reaches the small of her back. She has green eyes though the slight sharpness of her eyes indicates some foreign background as well as she slight tanned tone of her skin, which puts her nebulously somewhere to the east and in warmer temperatures. Her body was ideally formed with a perfect hourglass form, gifted with well-rounded hips and a generous bust. She was lightly toned in the right place with a show of muscled abs while remaining femininely slender. Needless to say, she often dressed in a way that was most flattering to her assets, something not even intentionally. On her legs, she wore thigh high red boots that seemed to further extend her height with the slight platform heel to them though she walked on them without much of an issue, even in combat. She wore something a matching skirt loin cloth with slits on both sides to show off the sides of her hips and flesh where the boots stopped covering. There were a few belts are worn around her waist that held a few daggers and a short sword, her preference was in shorter blades. Her waist was left bare, showing off the toned stomach with a short gold chain piercing. She wore a short red vest that seems to be cut off short just barely past her breasts and held together with a mere chain, needless to say that plenty of cleavage if shown off with what seems to be obviously hard nipples poking out. That seems to be not completely the case as golden discs were worn over each nipple to give that illusion, each with intricate golden ornaments. Finally, she wore red sleeves that seemed to go from the end of her shoulders to her wrist without and a shirt that seems to support it. So now, Hilda once again found herself in a strange land with little to do. She just got out of bed and out of the inn, though she didn't have any strict schedule to hold her to any obligation. That was typically the life of an adventurer. There seemed to be almost little to no point to staying in this small village after a good night's rest. There was work to be found and a story to be told, she just needed to find it. After braving many dangers and dodging death, Hilda was almost confident in her work. She had to be optimistic in many ways, considering she wasn't guaranteed paid or even safety. It seemed to be a requirement in her job, and not one she had the intent of giving up anytime soon. She flattened down the cloth of her vest over her ample bust, which are easily perky without effort, smoothing down the cloth over her gold 'nipples' to flatter herself further. Even as an adventurer, she cared about her looks too. After dusting off the sides of her outfit, she strode down the street with a confident strut. It was going to a great day and she knew it.