Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2023 17:14:47 GMT -5
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It had been a time or two when the name Taola came up in conversation here or there. Estelle knew and recognized the name from what she could recall through history and geography. The place was a small village as she had read about, known as a haven in the desert for both commerce and hospitality alike. Upon finding venturing off in a trek to see this diamond in the rough for herself, did Estelle not feel compelled by the impulsive desires which had so far driven her agenda. Something else entirely had been brought to her attention, one which held genuine concern for over the passing weeks. A crack had formed in one of the crystals of her most beloved possession, the one item she found to have cherished more as the years went by, as they grew lonelier and more silent in the night.
The staff so intrinsically bound to herself shared no conversations, reciprocated no emotion or feeling that she held for it, but in some way, Estelle always felt a deep connection to it. It understood her desires, did not question her guidance, nor protest when she sought to cull those who wronged them. It heeded her call, remained obeisant to her adoring affection, and had even brought the girl a comfort of solace when all others had gone from her world. The very craft was an extension to her soul, and it was all too understandable to any who might fathom an inkling of suspicion to her habits – would know that she could not sit idly by to watch it tarnish through use and time.
The crack in the main crystal which served as the primary conduit to channeling her power though the staff, was an appalling aberration upon the immaculate beauty that was Samsara. Thus, did she hope the writings of an old miner’s market somewhere near Taola may hold an answer to a remedy – or at the very best, point her onto a trail of clues which might uncover the source of the precious minerals. The blond arrived sometime in the late afternoon, as the sun sought to hit the village with its hardest glare against the desert sun. Shadows of trees entering their seasonal hibernation, stretched out into the streets of this humble place, like desperate claws reaching across the sands.
The air was considerably more humid, if not refreshing compared to the dry, relentless air leading one back the direction of the Wastes. This all owed to a fresh spring, which brought newfound life to this religion through the blessings of a stream, where Estelle found a bit of shore to rest as she refilled the canteens on hand. The staff remained bound in cloth and tied upon her back; a leather pouch equally tightened to this would contain the remaining crystals, dismantled from the main weapon and housed like priceless gems. None paid the girl much mind, writing her off as naught more than another hiker making their way in for the day. The girl spent maybe fifteen minutes there, before she was seen making her way around to the local vendors, inquiring to a cartographer who might know of an abandoned mine.
TWC: (+533)
6/6 KP 0/6 MP 0/250 HP
Estelle’s PL: 24,000
Antisense: Inactive
Resources: OW Training, Life Leech
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