Thread: Fatal Fantasy (Inwiththebooks and Zaraplay)

Even though it was morning, which generally signalled the beginning of a new day, Hilda's day didn't truly beginning until there was something happening on her adventures. However, it seemed that trouble was just waiting for her just around the corner. It wasn't unusual as Hilda had a peculiar luck of sometimes finding herself in trouble on short notice in various forms. She usually liked to stay close wherever there was something happening, according to rumours or legends around the bar, which brought her from place to place in her travels. Whenever there were talks of roaming bandits, haunting ghosts or wicked monsters, she would set off toward that direction. It was all up to chance whether she would find what she was looking for, as sometimes that rumours exaggerated or she would be there all too late. It didn't happen often, but sometimes she would be lucky enough to be in walking distance after what she was looking for. Alternatively, sometimes trouble was looking for her directly. In her line of work, when you go around hunting for trouble, it wasn't strange that she even built notoriety and gained a fair share of enemies. Some of those enemies sometimes came in rival adventurers, who didn't like her cutting into her profits or those that she didn't find herself meshing well in personality. There were those who took the prospect of adventuring as a cutthroat business, rather than a gesture of goodwill or charity. Of course, there were also lovers she picked up along the way in her quest and some of them were scorned. Nothing of her doing, to the best of her knowledge. Many possibilities aside, she perhaps never expected to run into Death herself! In her years of adventuring and defying death, sometimes even accidentally, it seemed that she had caught up with her soon enough. Hilda paused in her walk and stopped before the woman. She placed her hands on her hips, but not near her weapons, in an inquisitive and curious gesture as she tried to recall the woman's identity. She was easily a mysterious one, cloaked and hooded in broad daylight as if she wanted to hide her identity or had some sort of aversion to the sun. She was quite unusual too, something greater than a mere mortal, despite being in the world where anything was possible and not everyone was mortal. However, Hilda wasn't lost in the mystery for long and it eventually soon dawned to her who she was speaking too. Death. Strange she would want to see her again, but it's like she functions on the schedules or customs of mortals. What was she doing here and what did she need from her now? Had Death ever had to start off a groggy morning more? Couldn't she have seen to her later in the day, no matter. Hilda wasn't going to brush away Death, even though that was something she had already done countless times indirectly. It wasn't her intention to be disrespectful to her, but it was how things were. She was an adventurer and a skilled blade dancer, dodging death was easily in her job description. But not long enough, Hilda said with a bright smile that she mustered on her pink lips, showing her white teeth. I hadn't known I was worth of a congratulations from you but I'll happily accept it all the same. You look very lovely today, by the by. There was a celebration last night, you could have at least bought me a pint! But that's fine! I'll accept your appearance all the same and it is an honoured one, so thank you Miss Death. She dipped in a something of a curtsey with a lift of her skirt in a grateful gesture. As to how I've eluded you this time, you probably have to be more specific as I don't know which is your handiwork and what happened by chance. Many things have happened since we talked and any of them could have been your doing. If you're asking about my most recent adventure, that's perhaps I'm more willing to share. There were those ogres that were harassing the town some days back and I went into the forest to hunt for them. They should have been more than a fight for someone even like me, I was outmatched by their ferocity and toughness. Nearly became a pancake under their massive clubs once or twice. Thankfully I was skilled on my feet and managed to tumble away last minute before their blows landed on me, only to deliver my fatal strike in return! Hah Hah! She bellowed out a proud laughter at that recent memory. Not that it was as easy as she made it sound, but there was something with adrenaline that made the life of an adventure more interesting whenever work was found. It was almost a high and she found it in battle, then even the memory of her most recent triumph. It was all in good fun and hopefully Death would see the same, they had been at this for so long.