MissyChan X Kelewen
A light snow had fallen overnight and Alric looked over to his companion as they walked toward the forest, a worried expression written over his face. He rubbed the stubble on his chin with one gloved hand while the other rested on the hilt of his sword, "This will make it harder to find them, surely."
Yesterday morning, two loggers had taken a sled pulled by a large mule out into the woods to locate a suitable yule log for the upcoming festivities. But they had not returned, so the two adventurers had been sent to find what had become of them.
The new snow had left the sled tracks barely visible across the open field and Alric only hoped they would be able to follow the trail once it entered the woods.
(Please tell me if I do anything wrong btw, I haven't been part of to many rp's yet)
Felicia looked at the trail, barely visible under the tiny layer of snow, with a thoughtful look on her face. "Yeah... This damn snow will be a problem" she agreed, with a sigh.
She wondered why the two loggers would disappear all of sudden, they knew the forest better than they knew their own homes, so there was no way they could be lost. Her sight turned towards Alric, "Just me, or is this kind of weird?". Felicia had no idea why she agreed to this, first of all she hated snow, and second she barely knew the loggers. Another sigh escaped trough her lips, while they walked towards the forest.
"No, it's not just you," Alric said. "They've surely run into some kind of trouble. Let's hope it's nothing more serious than the old mule coming up lame." But even as he said that, he did not truly believe it.
As they came to the woods, the swordsman was relieved to see the trail was actually more visible under the trees than it had been in the open field, as the trees had caught some of the new snowfall.
Alric moved to the right side of the sled's trail, eyes scanning the forest. But nothing caught his attention save for a song bird that didn't have the good sense to stay somewhere warm and cozy.
"We could always hope." Felicia mumbled, as they reached the first trees, she looked carefully around. Come to think of it she'd never really liked the woods either, they were so dark and overwhelming, she thought. No, she had to be optimistic now, make the best out of this, it was a simple task: Find the loggers and get the hell out of here.
She moved to the other side of the sled's trail, and stopped for a moment to listen, noting unusual caught her attention, so she started to walk slowly along the sled's trail. "Well, let's find them as quickly as possible, I'd would prefer not spending the night in the woods."
Alric nodded, "No argument from me." He then fell silent as they moved into the forest, keeping quiet to avoid alerting anything unpleasant to their presence and also so that they could listen for any signs on danger.
The trail led the pair almost straight north, away from the relative safety of civilization. It was relatively easy to follow and kept mostly to level ground. They followed it for near an hour when Alric stopped suddenly, catching Felicia's eye and pointing toward a distant shape on the ground. It was hard to tell from here, but it looked like the black mule, still attached to the sled, lying still on the ground...
Felicia laughed shortly, while walking, but went silent after a few minutes. She kept her gaze at the sled's trail, listening for anything unusual.
She slowed down when he stopped, turning her head in the direction he pointed out. She looked quickly around, that was the sled, but where was the two loggers?! She walked closer, looking carefully on the sled. "This is weird" she mumbled, keeping her voice low and calm.
As Felicia stepped closer to the sled, Alric swung wide, looking for signs of the loggers. He was careful to keep his companion in site though, in case she needed to point something out to him. If the mule was indeed dead, as it looked to be from his vantage point, that bode extremely poorly for the two loggers.
His eyes caught the glint of sunlight reflecting against something metal, a heavy axe resting against a large, half chopped hickory tree. The top of the axe had collected a bit of snow, indicating that it had not been touched this day.
Quietly, he made his way back toward Felicia to see what she had discovered...
Felicia walked over to the mule, yes it was dead, and it had been for a while, it was cold. Blood had spilled from a deep wound in the neck, and the snow was light red. This was bad, she thought, looking around. Who could've done this?! They were just loggers.
She looked over to Alric, "They are most likely dead..." she said calmly, "What should we do?!"
Alric didn't answer right away, but rubbed a hand over his forehead and through his dark hair. "I'm not so sure..." he said. "If they were dead, wouldn't their bodies be here," he pondered aloud.
He sighed. "We should at least see if we can locate what trail was taken away from here..."
Felicia sigh, "I guess we should. But I don't like this... not at all" she mumbled, as she looked around for any kind of trail. She pushed her long, brown and curly hair back, it always fell down in her face, but she didn't want to cut it after all.
All of sudden she noticed something, barely visible marks under the new snow. "They went that way" he spoke slowly, looking carefully at the trail.