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The late afternoon air was heavy with the smells of the feast as the small town celebrated. It was a great festival, a day to celebrate that long ago, evil was driven from the lands. Music radiated through the town, as the people celebrated and played games. In the center of the town, the celebration could be seen growing. The town itself was a bustling trade and mining town, and was said to be one of the best places for weapons. The blacksmiths were always busy making weapons and armor for the kingdoms armies, but today, it was the opposite as work was put on hold for the remainder of the day to celebrate to founding of the town and the abundant mines.
Though one person seemed to linger away from the crowds, the solitary figure of an eighteen year old young woman. She was dressed in a flowing gown of pastel shades, the sheer fabric billowing as she moved, though the solid form of the gown under the sheer colors kept her slender form hidden. The shoulder straps of the dress appeared to be delicate, silver toned straps with polished white stones set along the strand at various lengths. A loose piece of fell around her left upper arm as an off the shoulder sleeve, though it was the only one the dress sported. Despite the gorgeous gown, she seemed to not like the dress much, it was not something she typically wore. Her strange, white hair was tied back and held in place with a silver clasp, her bright green eyes scanned the dancing crowd as the sun began to sink slowly. She found a quiet corner, sipping some ale from an intricately carved drinking horn as she relaxed.
"Mother always picks dresses that draw far too much attention, or ones I cannot fight in..." She grumbled to herself, though she seemed to listen more to the music, humming lightly as she watched the dancing crowd. At least they were all having fun, and there was no reason they shouldn't.
The village had the best harvest they've seen in centuries, and the town was buzzing with the news of various betrothals as well. And to top it off, her family's mine had yielded one of the most abundant veins among the four mines outside of the village. There was another mine that hit a good vein as well, the Coldwater mine, and despite the different mines, there was no rivalry between the four. It was a joyous time, some light in the turmoil the villagers felt they were safe from. But the young woman didn't feel at ease. It was a sentiment shared by her father and many of the town guard. And even though she wasn't visibly armed, she found some comfort in the fact she could spot a few weapons among the jovial outfits that moved about her. Though her thoughts seemed drawn to the north.
In the northern regions of the forest, fearing over the mountain trails, the peaceful air was becoming more foreboding. Soldiers in twisted, dark armor marched behind twisted looking beasts of pure shadows. Any living thing they came across fell to them, swords and claws almost permanently stained red. Their lord wanted these lands, and they would claim what their master desired. Their orders were simple: kill or twist the minds of then men, and capture the women and children from the kingdoms they took. Any nobles who did not ally themselves to him were to be executed.
Though one person seemed to linger away from the crowds, the solitary figure of an eighteen year old young woman. She was dressed in a flowing gown of pastel shades, the sheer fabric billowing as she moved, though the solid form of the gown under the sheer colors kept her slender form hidden. The shoulder straps of the dress appeared to be delicate, silver toned straps with polished white stones set along the strand at various lengths. A loose piece of fell around her left upper arm as an off the shoulder sleeve, though it was the only one the dress sported. Despite the gorgeous gown, she seemed to not like the dress much, it was not something she typically wore. Her strange, white hair was tied back and held in place with a silver clasp, her bright green eyes scanned the dancing crowd as the sun began to sink slowly. She found a quiet corner, sipping some ale from an intricately carved drinking horn as she relaxed.
"Mother always picks dresses that draw far too much attention, or ones I cannot fight in..." She grumbled to herself, though she seemed to listen more to the music, humming lightly as she watched the dancing crowd. At least they were all having fun, and there was no reason they shouldn't.
The village had the best harvest they've seen in centuries, and the town was buzzing with the news of various betrothals as well. And to top it off, her family's mine had yielded one of the most abundant veins among the four mines outside of the village. There was another mine that hit a good vein as well, the Coldwater mine, and despite the different mines, there was no rivalry between the four. It was a joyous time, some light in the turmoil the villagers felt they were safe from. But the young woman didn't feel at ease. It was a sentiment shared by her father and many of the town guard. And even though she wasn't visibly armed, she found some comfort in the fact she could spot a few weapons among the jovial outfits that moved about her. Though her thoughts seemed drawn to the north.
In the northern regions of the forest, fearing over the mountain trails, the peaceful air was becoming more foreboding. Soldiers in twisted, dark armor marched behind twisted looking beasts of pure shadows. Any living thing they came across fell to them, swords and claws almost permanently stained red. Their lord wanted these lands, and they would claim what their master desired. Their orders were simple: kill or twist the minds of then men, and capture the women and children from the kingdoms they took. Any nobles who did not ally themselves to him were to be executed.