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Time and Date: 13th Stretch of the 26th of Vermillio, 300 DM
Location: Home of Zael Glast, Outskirts of Green Fall
It was a bad day: His feet were sore, with a cramp in his stomach, feeling the dread of fruitless efforts. Pushing open the meager wooden gate, which elicited a piercing creak, he strode with tired legs through his front lawn. Unkempt greenery lorded over by weeds twice their size riddled the yard in a state of neglect. It wasn’t that he was an untidy person, far from it, but the locale claimed the land faster than he had time to tend to it. After a few years he left it to its fate and focused on his own home.
“It is pleasant to be home,” he muttered opening the windowless front door after briefly fiddling with the lock and key. It was a modest hut of a simple box shape made of long-faded dark brown planks and light, nearly pale wooden gable roof. It was simplistic and appealing in its own way, but a mass of vines and foliage had overtaken the outside as was common amongst Green Fall architecture. One doesn’t fight nature in the village for long without realizing defeat. However the inside was contrary in every aspect from the outside. Immediately after entering a singular large room made of the left side of the hut revealed a highly organized living space. Side tables stood in every corner holding neat furnishings and a candle plate, a square dining table sat near a wall that had a large counter and various kitchen utensils. Near a soft sofa and coffee table was a chest-high bookshelf with an assortment of books, although not nearly as full as Zael himself would have liked. Although of note was that every wooden furnishing was of a nice red oak with appealing finish.
Without missing a beat he went over to a closet and began packing away all his survival and foraging equipment piece by piece while running down a mental checklist to see if anything was lost. After having nothing of importance missing, although he somehow had lost a pair of twine strings, he set his pack near the door. Poking her head out of his collar his snake familiar slithered down his body to the wood floor. He smiled and took a relaxing breath after lounging on his couch. Almost immediately his thoughts of the warm welcome by his home and comfortable seat were disrupted by the past two day trip. A sigh escaped him almost on reflex as he knew he shouldn’t relax just yet.
“I suppose this will have to wait. It is still midday and business is to be done.” His eyes fell upon his snake which was busy curling upon a multi-branched post. “Would you like to accompany me into town, Zenari? I could use your eyes.”
The snake turned to him, seemed to be in thought with a few tongue flicks, then slowly climbed down its post to reach his feet. Zael laughed before he said, “I can always count on you.”
It took considerable willpower, but he rose off the soft caress of wool-stuffed delight and headed over to the door to gather his pack full of the wares he would be selling in town. With a habitual motion be began to reach for a small statuette hanging by a silk necklace string, one of a coiled snake painting in brilliant orange, black and blue. Before he grabbed it a sharp hiss came from below him making him freeze. A look showed him his familiar staring at him, into his eyes, as it coiled its long body slowly never looking away.
“Really now? It is quite taxing to bear you so many days in a row,” said Zael with an apologetic tone. Another hiss came, this one sharper. “True, you did ride my shoulders the way back, but that is just another form of exhaustion.” A low, long hiss coupled by an intimidating baring of the fangs. “Yes, yes, I know. Alright, you get your way. As always, I can never truly say no to you.”
He relaxed his shoulders in defeat as he brought his hand away from the well made effigy to the creature it was based upon. Inside his mind he silenced all thoughts. The soft wooden architecture bled away from his sight, the muffled wind and cry of nature sunk into a silent abyss, the soft aroma of candle scents and odor of aging parchment dulled to an undetectable scent. Everything that his mind encompassed, all his attention, was brought to the creature in front of him. Slowly the snake, no, she filled his vision. Her soft fragrance filled his lungs, the gleam of scales overtook the scenery, and soft breaths deafened like a thunderstorm.
Within himself was a void, one imperceptible, until the moment it ached to be filled. It searched within and found nothing to fulfil itself, so it reached outward. His fingertips touched her nose, and it found it. A perfect being, of matching color and essence, to relieve the depression that was unnoticeable until then. His soft grey eyes were filled with a subtle glow as her blue eyes, piercing into his depths, evoked a light until it enveloped her entire body. The light grew until it became a mist that coiled up his arm. It sank into his skin, slowly pouring itself into the void until it was no longer missing anything. A mesh of souls now complete, a perfect image of a snake in every detail now coiled around his upper left arm to shoulder and collarbone.
A brief sense of vertigo struck him as his world returned in every aspect making him rub his head. “It is a feeling of a longing fantasy come true, all up until reality asserts its dominance and slams you back to the earth. For all that is I would not trade it for the world. Although the world is of quite a worth.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” a voice, silky and seductive, echoed within his mind. It reverberated in his ears as if it was spoken just over his shoulder, but in both directions. “The light of the moon would shun you for releasing a beauty akin to itself over something as paltry as the world.”
Zael chuckled as he settled his pack full of herbs, spices and various wares over his shoulders ready to go into town. Before stepping out the door. “Ah, but at least the sun would guide me. A walk under the moon’s guidance is fret with danger.”
“Yet you love the enticement of peril. Why else would you go into the untamed wilderness for every plant and root when the garden grows unruly devoid of compassion,” she taunted knowingly.
“Because for every peril there is a hidden pleasure waiting to be discovered. The unknown is simply that until you uncover what it hides.”
A slight sting in his heart was felt as the image of a snake’s tail slapping him shot through him. “A poet you are not. Let us be off, business is to be done and the day slips away."
Location: Home of Zael Glast, Outskirts of Green Fall
It was a bad day: His feet were sore, with a cramp in his stomach, feeling the dread of fruitless efforts. Pushing open the meager wooden gate, which elicited a piercing creak, he strode with tired legs through his front lawn. Unkempt greenery lorded over by weeds twice their size riddled the yard in a state of neglect. It wasn’t that he was an untidy person, far from it, but the locale claimed the land faster than he had time to tend to it. After a few years he left it to its fate and focused on his own home.
“It is pleasant to be home,” he muttered opening the windowless front door after briefly fiddling with the lock and key. It was a modest hut of a simple box shape made of long-faded dark brown planks and light, nearly pale wooden gable roof. It was simplistic and appealing in its own way, but a mass of vines and foliage had overtaken the outside as was common amongst Green Fall architecture. One doesn’t fight nature in the village for long without realizing defeat. However the inside was contrary in every aspect from the outside. Immediately after entering a singular large room made of the left side of the hut revealed a highly organized living space. Side tables stood in every corner holding neat furnishings and a candle plate, a square dining table sat near a wall that had a large counter and various kitchen utensils. Near a soft sofa and coffee table was a chest-high bookshelf with an assortment of books, although not nearly as full as Zael himself would have liked. Although of note was that every wooden furnishing was of a nice red oak with appealing finish.
Without missing a beat he went over to a closet and began packing away all his survival and foraging equipment piece by piece while running down a mental checklist to see if anything was lost. After having nothing of importance missing, although he somehow had lost a pair of twine strings, he set his pack near the door. Poking her head out of his collar his snake familiar slithered down his body to the wood floor. He smiled and took a relaxing breath after lounging on his couch. Almost immediately his thoughts of the warm welcome by his home and comfortable seat were disrupted by the past two day trip. A sigh escaped him almost on reflex as he knew he shouldn’t relax just yet.
“I suppose this will have to wait. It is still midday and business is to be done.” His eyes fell upon his snake which was busy curling upon a multi-branched post. “Would you like to accompany me into town, Zenari? I could use your eyes.”
The snake turned to him, seemed to be in thought with a few tongue flicks, then slowly climbed down its post to reach his feet. Zael laughed before he said, “I can always count on you.”
It took considerable willpower, but he rose off the soft caress of wool-stuffed delight and headed over to the door to gather his pack full of the wares he would be selling in town. With a habitual motion be began to reach for a small statuette hanging by a silk necklace string, one of a coiled snake painting in brilliant orange, black and blue. Before he grabbed it a sharp hiss came from below him making him freeze. A look showed him his familiar staring at him, into his eyes, as it coiled its long body slowly never looking away.
“Really now? It is quite taxing to bear you so many days in a row,” said Zael with an apologetic tone. Another hiss came, this one sharper. “True, you did ride my shoulders the way back, but that is just another form of exhaustion.” A low, long hiss coupled by an intimidating baring of the fangs. “Yes, yes, I know. Alright, you get your way. As always, I can never truly say no to you.”
He relaxed his shoulders in defeat as he brought his hand away from the well made effigy to the creature it was based upon. Inside his mind he silenced all thoughts. The soft wooden architecture bled away from his sight, the muffled wind and cry of nature sunk into a silent abyss, the soft aroma of candle scents and odor of aging parchment dulled to an undetectable scent. Everything that his mind encompassed, all his attention, was brought to the creature in front of him. Slowly the snake, no, she filled his vision. Her soft fragrance filled his lungs, the gleam of scales overtook the scenery, and soft breaths deafened like a thunderstorm.
Within himself was a void, one imperceptible, until the moment it ached to be filled. It searched within and found nothing to fulfil itself, so it reached outward. His fingertips touched her nose, and it found it. A perfect being, of matching color and essence, to relieve the depression that was unnoticeable until then. His soft grey eyes were filled with a subtle glow as her blue eyes, piercing into his depths, evoked a light until it enveloped her entire body. The light grew until it became a mist that coiled up his arm. It sank into his skin, slowly pouring itself into the void until it was no longer missing anything. A mesh of souls now complete, a perfect image of a snake in every detail now coiled around his upper left arm to shoulder and collarbone.
A brief sense of vertigo struck him as his world returned in every aspect making him rub his head. “It is a feeling of a longing fantasy come true, all up until reality asserts its dominance and slams you back to the earth. For all that is I would not trade it for the world. Although the world is of quite a worth.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” a voice, silky and seductive, echoed within his mind. It reverberated in his ears as if it was spoken just over his shoulder, but in both directions. “The light of the moon would shun you for releasing a beauty akin to itself over something as paltry as the world.”
Zael chuckled as he settled his pack full of herbs, spices and various wares over his shoulders ready to go into town. Before stepping out the door. “Ah, but at least the sun would guide me. A walk under the moon’s guidance is fret with danger.”
“Yet you love the enticement of peril. Why else would you go into the untamed wilderness for every plant and root when the garden grows unruly devoid of compassion,” she taunted knowingly.
“Because for every peril there is a hidden pleasure waiting to be discovered. The unknown is simply that until you uncover what it hides.”
A slight sting in his heart was felt as the image of a snake’s tail slapping him shot through him. “A poet you are not. Let us be off, business is to be done and the day slips away."
Glast Anthology - Zael Glast has been created
Starting Time and Date: Morning of the 26th of Vermillio, 300 DM
Starting Location: Nearby Green Fall in the Chartric Forest
Character: Zael Glast
The feeling of warm packed earth softly rolling off of his glossy hide followed the cold breeze carrying the sweet scent of pine and refreshing morning dew roused Zael from his slumber. Soft orange light shone through the tan linen tent housing him from the elements signalling the morning's arrival. With a blink he waited for his consciousness to awaken as reflex had him crawl from his shallow burrow, claws lazily digging into the soft dirt, letting the cool air shock him awake. With a subtle growl he snapped his jaw slowly in repetition as his tail rustled along the ground. The dawn had already arrived and the day had begun anew.
Slowly he picked himself up off the ground as his dark green hide slowly turned pale and fleshy, his claws retracted, and his thick mass of bodily muscle and fat shrunk to form a effeminate shape with narrow shoulders and thin limbs. Zael stumbled over to his wooden pack, opened a drawer to pull and a brush, and began grooming his immensely long dark green hair. The cool spring air stung sharp against his bare skin, but he gave it a small smile for the feeling it brought.
A subtle rustle came from nearby as a pair of blue eyes stared at him. The owner, a black and blue snake with orange head, slithered into his tent before curling up poised to strike. It's forked tongue flicked in and out before lunging at the unsuspecting human. It coiled around him in a death's embrace, it's full five foot long body wrapping his torso and neck. Unperturbed by the sudden attempted strangulation of the snake Zael moved on to forming his hair's single braid.
"Fair morning to you as well, Zen. I trust you slept well?" he asked. The snake brought its head near his ear and licked it with a couple tongue flicks. "Hoh, I see. Well then, give me a moment to get ready, will you?"
With the braid finished he took out a dark green and black outfit made of fine silk, stood up letting his styled hair fall to the back of his knees, and began dressing himself. All the while the snake coiled around him hindering his efforts. Zael gave a chuckle at his familiar's attempts, but finished readying himself in good time. He packed away the nearby supplies strewn about the tent into his pack, pulled it up over his shoulders, and stepped out of the tent. The crisp smell of dew-ridden grass, distant songs of the birds above, and orange morning light brought a thrum to his soul. Continuing to disassemble the tent, roll it up, and strap it atop his pack he had finished cleaning up the impromptu camp.
In his own mind setting camp wasn't a big issue as he was only a couple hours away from Green Fall, but before he knew it night had been upon him. Traveling at night was for the brave or the skilled, especially in the Chartric Forest, and while he might be brave he wasn't foolish. He hoped any potential dangers of the nocturnal wild have gone to bed as he set upon yesterday's path.
"Let us see what the day has planned for us, shall we?" Zael pulled out a pair of thin brown leather gloves and slowly began slipping them on in idle thought as he walked down a mildly worn grass path, far from a well traveled dirt road. Keeping his eyes peeled for anything of interest he continued, "Yesterday yielded little result: A few cloves and several sprouts of nettle. Perhaps our luck is down?"
His shirt rolled and bulged as his snake poked its head out of his collar and hissed in his ear. "Yes, yes, I know it was all your effort." Another short hiss and it began slithering up over his neck and coiling around and upon his shoulders like a makeshift scarf or mantle. Feeling snug it too looked out at the massive trees and yellow and green scenery around them. "We have a little time before we must head back to town. I would rather come away from this venture with more than a few silver pieces in profit," he said with a disheartened laugh.
Such was the nature of an herb gatherer and the profession: bound by nature's whim and a battle of endurance. The trek down the grass path was uneventful, perhaps it was his eye for herbs, his lack of proper knowledge of what to gather, but Zael didn't spot anything of interest. With wildlife abundant it wasn't as though there were not things to be gathered, but many common plants were grown inside the town of Green Fall and would barely net him a couple copper per pound. It simply wasn't worth his time to gather and then haul it back.
"No such luck yet, Zen?" A quiet hiss came in response. "Neither have I. Are we too close to town? I did not bring supplies to venture much deeper this time around. This area is rather familiar, and having a path means it was traveled of recent. I wonder—" A tail slapping his ear brought him to attention. A dozen yards away, near the base of a towering oak tree, sat a small bush. Its leaves were sharpened to many points, faint yellow veins upon dull green leaves, and of most interest were the mauve berries upon it.
"Ah." The snake brought itself around to stare into his eyes, flicked its tongue, and then nuzzled the ear it slapped affectionately. He returned the feeling by gentle pet on the the snake’s head. "You are right, I lose focus when my words tend to escape me. As always, you are too good to me."
Zael's gaze swept over the area; marks on the trees, woven nests within tall grass, broken branches and prints in the dirt. A slow inhale beared several scents of animals, though none in particular stronger than the last. In fact, all of them were a few days old. “Has there been no recent traffic through this area? I… suppose I shall not waste the opportunity that fortune rarely grants.”
As he made his way over to the bush he pulled out a journal out of his pack and began flipping idly through it, his eyes glancing between the bush and the pages. Within were many crude sketches upon the parchment, none too skilled but detailed enough to get points across. “Hmm. No, no, not that either. I don’t think I’ve seen this plant before. A new entry it is!”
He stopped a few feet away, sat on the ground after taking out an vial of ink and pen, and took a comfortable position. Not being a professional, let alone any skill in drawing, he had taken it up one day to record interesting flora he came upon. With starting strokes he began a rough sketch of the bush’s shape, it’s berries and overall look. Off to the side he did close ups of the leaves and branch patterns, the shape of the berry, taking his time to get it to a satisfying mark before continuing onto the next part.
With care and caution he plucked the a leaf and berry before bringing it closer to examine. “Green leaves with yellow veins. No secretions, although the points on the leaf have very small, thin needles at each tip. Perhaps dangerous to touch? The berry is hard, surface skin very taut. Smells slightly bitter and is mauve in color,” Zael monologued as he wrote each word down below the pictures.
“I guess that will do for now.” He smiled softly as the journal closed with a soft snap. As he began to put away the journal he felt something. The lack of sounds nearby, but off in the distance, the air that had gotten quite still, and a scent that was growing stronger. No, not just stronger, closer!
The hairs on the back of his neck bristled as a prickling sense ran down to the base of his spine. A hiss, hoarse and violent, came from his familiar draped over his shoulders sending a warning loud and clear. Without missing a beat he gripped his journal tight in one hand, grabbed his pack with his other and quickly got his feet under him. Fighting to get a grip on the earth beneath him he slipped, nearly planting his face into the dirt, before regaining balance and sprinting away from the berry bush into some thick foliage a dozen yards away.
Just as he hid himself a massive dark brown boar with gleaming black tusks burst out from behind the massive oak. It took a low stance, snorting loudly and looking wildly around for any sign of life. Despite its apparent rage it didn’t move past the tree and instead stood guard over the bush. ‘Hoh? I see. No wonder there is a lack of activity around it. I wouldn’t want to fight something like that either. I suppose I will have to give up.’
It took a good while before the boar decided its treasure was safe and left Zael to finally escape the itchy confines of dense foliage. His body was cramped from keeping still and clothes a mess with dirt and other greenery stains. After a brief stretch he sighed, taking a look at the bush with a bit of temptation before heading back along the grass path. Soon enough he hit the main dirt road that led straight to the town of Green Fall.
Starting Location: Nearby Green Fall in the Chartric Forest
Character: Zael Glast
The feeling of warm packed earth softly rolling off of his glossy hide followed the cold breeze carrying the sweet scent of pine and refreshing morning dew roused Zael from his slumber. Soft orange light shone through the tan linen tent housing him from the elements signalling the morning's arrival. With a blink he waited for his consciousness to awaken as reflex had him crawl from his shallow burrow, claws lazily digging into the soft dirt, letting the cool air shock him awake. With a subtle growl he snapped his jaw slowly in repetition as his tail rustled along the ground. The dawn had already arrived and the day had begun anew.
Slowly he picked himself up off the ground as his dark green hide slowly turned pale and fleshy, his claws retracted, and his thick mass of bodily muscle and fat shrunk to form a effeminate shape with narrow shoulders and thin limbs. Zael stumbled over to his wooden pack, opened a drawer to pull and a brush, and began grooming his immensely long dark green hair. The cool spring air stung sharp against his bare skin, but he gave it a small smile for the feeling it brought.
A subtle rustle came from nearby as a pair of blue eyes stared at him. The owner, a black and blue snake with orange head, slithered into his tent before curling up poised to strike. It's forked tongue flicked in and out before lunging at the unsuspecting human. It coiled around him in a death's embrace, it's full five foot long body wrapping his torso and neck. Unperturbed by the sudden attempted strangulation of the snake Zael moved on to forming his hair's single braid.
"Fair morning to you as well, Zen. I trust you slept well?" he asked. The snake brought its head near his ear and licked it with a couple tongue flicks. "Hoh, I see. Well then, give me a moment to get ready, will you?"
With the braid finished he took out a dark green and black outfit made of fine silk, stood up letting his styled hair fall to the back of his knees, and began dressing himself. All the while the snake coiled around him hindering his efforts. Zael gave a chuckle at his familiar's attempts, but finished readying himself in good time. He packed away the nearby supplies strewn about the tent into his pack, pulled it up over his shoulders, and stepped out of the tent. The crisp smell of dew-ridden grass, distant songs of the birds above, and orange morning light brought a thrum to his soul. Continuing to disassemble the tent, roll it up, and strap it atop his pack he had finished cleaning up the impromptu camp.
In his own mind setting camp wasn't a big issue as he was only a couple hours away from Green Fall, but before he knew it night had been upon him. Traveling at night was for the brave or the skilled, especially in the Chartric Forest, and while he might be brave he wasn't foolish. He hoped any potential dangers of the nocturnal wild have gone to bed as he set upon yesterday's path.
"Let us see what the day has planned for us, shall we?" Zael pulled out a pair of thin brown leather gloves and slowly began slipping them on in idle thought as he walked down a mildly worn grass path, far from a well traveled dirt road. Keeping his eyes peeled for anything of interest he continued, "Yesterday yielded little result: A few cloves and several sprouts of nettle. Perhaps our luck is down?"
His shirt rolled and bulged as his snake poked its head out of his collar and hissed in his ear. "Yes, yes, I know it was all your effort." Another short hiss and it began slithering up over his neck and coiling around and upon his shoulders like a makeshift scarf or mantle. Feeling snug it too looked out at the massive trees and yellow and green scenery around them. "We have a little time before we must head back to town. I would rather come away from this venture with more than a few silver pieces in profit," he said with a disheartened laugh.
Such was the nature of an herb gatherer and the profession: bound by nature's whim and a battle of endurance. The trek down the grass path was uneventful, perhaps it was his eye for herbs, his lack of proper knowledge of what to gather, but Zael didn't spot anything of interest. With wildlife abundant it wasn't as though there were not things to be gathered, but many common plants were grown inside the town of Green Fall and would barely net him a couple copper per pound. It simply wasn't worth his time to gather and then haul it back.
"No such luck yet, Zen?" A quiet hiss came in response. "Neither have I. Are we too close to town? I did not bring supplies to venture much deeper this time around. This area is rather familiar, and having a path means it was traveled of recent. I wonder—" A tail slapping his ear brought him to attention. A dozen yards away, near the base of a towering oak tree, sat a small bush. Its leaves were sharpened to many points, faint yellow veins upon dull green leaves, and of most interest were the mauve berries upon it.
"Ah." The snake brought itself around to stare into his eyes, flicked its tongue, and then nuzzled the ear it slapped affectionately. He returned the feeling by gentle pet on the the snake’s head. "You are right, I lose focus when my words tend to escape me. As always, you are too good to me."
Zael's gaze swept over the area; marks on the trees, woven nests within tall grass, broken branches and prints in the dirt. A slow inhale beared several scents of animals, though none in particular stronger than the last. In fact, all of them were a few days old. “Has there been no recent traffic through this area? I… suppose I shall not waste the opportunity that fortune rarely grants.”
As he made his way over to the bush he pulled out a journal out of his pack and began flipping idly through it, his eyes glancing between the bush and the pages. Within were many crude sketches upon the parchment, none too skilled but detailed enough to get points across. “Hmm. No, no, not that either. I don’t think I’ve seen this plant before. A new entry it is!”
He stopped a few feet away, sat on the ground after taking out an vial of ink and pen, and took a comfortable position. Not being a professional, let alone any skill in drawing, he had taken it up one day to record interesting flora he came upon. With starting strokes he began a rough sketch of the bush’s shape, it’s berries and overall look. Off to the side he did close ups of the leaves and branch patterns, the shape of the berry, taking his time to get it to a satisfying mark before continuing onto the next part.
With care and caution he plucked the a leaf and berry before bringing it closer to examine. “Green leaves with yellow veins. No secretions, although the points on the leaf have very small, thin needles at each tip. Perhaps dangerous to touch? The berry is hard, surface skin very taut. Smells slightly bitter and is mauve in color,” Zael monologued as he wrote each word down below the pictures.
“I guess that will do for now.” He smiled softly as the journal closed with a soft snap. As he began to put away the journal he felt something. The lack of sounds nearby, but off in the distance, the air that had gotten quite still, and a scent that was growing stronger. No, not just stronger, closer!
The hairs on the back of his neck bristled as a prickling sense ran down to the base of his spine. A hiss, hoarse and violent, came from his familiar draped over his shoulders sending a warning loud and clear. Without missing a beat he gripped his journal tight in one hand, grabbed his pack with his other and quickly got his feet under him. Fighting to get a grip on the earth beneath him he slipped, nearly planting his face into the dirt, before regaining balance and sprinting away from the berry bush into some thick foliage a dozen yards away.
Just as he hid himself a massive dark brown boar with gleaming black tusks burst out from behind the massive oak. It took a low stance, snorting loudly and looking wildly around for any sign of life. Despite its apparent rage it didn’t move past the tree and instead stood guard over the bush. ‘Hoh? I see. No wonder there is a lack of activity around it. I wouldn’t want to fight something like that either. I suppose I will have to give up.’
It took a good while before the boar decided its treasure was safe and left Zael to finally escape the itchy confines of dense foliage. His body was cramped from keeping still and clothes a mess with dirt and other greenery stains. After a brief stretch he sighed, taking a look at the bush with a bit of temptation before heading back along the grass path. Soon enough he hit the main dirt road that led straight to the town of Green Fall.
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