RavenSong
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This is an RP in the Isekai Hell world, about Aria the shield maiden and Regula the warrior/blacksmith. Aria seeks to purchase a sword, with Regulas help.
Elvario RavenSong
In Ryke.
Upon arriving from her most recent battle, Aria would have slept for nearly two days. Fighting in defense of Highgrove village, her home, was not an easy task for the young shield maiden. Her shoulder had fallen prey at the jaws of a fierce toad mage, but nonetheless it was a small price to pay in defense of everything she held dear. She’d suddenly awake from a nightmare, startled, panting and heaving as she usually did, her shoulder was bandaged but it was almost completely healed.
Aria had been traveling to Ryke; she'd been invited by the barony of Light to discuss matters regarding casualties and costs of damages inflicted by the plant demons that plagued her town. Having never left her town, this was a step into the unknown, the city was much more densely populated than her humble home. There was a mild feeling of not belonging which she fought against as she ordered a small meal, people seemed stern here, quick and busy unlike she’d seen so far. No one looked you in the eyes.
She sat and ate undisturbed with the mild distractions of children crying, and vendors exclaiming about their wares with prideful announcements, hoping to make a sale. Aria took a sip of her drink as she noticed a bulletin board in the eatery, getting up she made her way to the artisans' bulletins.
In Ryke.
Upon arriving from her most recent battle, Aria would have slept for nearly two days. Fighting in defense of Highgrove village, her home, was not an easy task for the young shield maiden. Her shoulder had fallen prey at the jaws of a fierce toad mage, but nonetheless it was a small price to pay in defense of everything she held dear. She’d suddenly awake from a nightmare, startled, panting and heaving as she usually did, her shoulder was bandaged but it was almost completely healed.
Aria had been traveling to Ryke; she'd been invited by the barony of Light to discuss matters regarding casualties and costs of damages inflicted by the plant demons that plagued her town. Having never left her town, this was a step into the unknown, the city was much more densely populated than her humble home. There was a mild feeling of not belonging which she fought against as she ordered a small meal, people seemed stern here, quick and busy unlike she’d seen so far. No one looked you in the eyes.
She sat and ate undisturbed with the mild distractions of children crying, and vendors exclaiming about their wares with prideful announcements, hoping to make a sale. Aria took a sip of her drink as she noticed a bulletin board in the eatery, getting up she made her way to the artisans' bulletins.
“Hmm, blacksmith?” She muttered.
Although she never gave much thought to the matter before, she decided that a proper sword was overdue. Having only handled common infantry equipment, or finding shoddy pieces in the heat of battle it was definitely time. She’d write down the building number, before setting off to find the smithy. Asking passersby of various types and races, Ryke was surely a diverse place.
Aria finally found the location, stepping in through the door as she knocked on the door frame.
“Hello?” She called. “I’m looking for the blacksmith?”
Elvario RavenSong
In Ryke.
Upon arriving from her most recent battle, Aria would have slept for nearly two days. Fighting in defense of Highgrove village, her home, was not an easy task for the young shield maiden. Her shoulder had fallen prey at the jaws of a fierce toad mage, but nonetheless it was a small price to pay in defense of everything she held dear. She’d suddenly awake from a nightmare, startled, panting and heaving as she usually did, her shoulder was bandaged but it was almost completely healed.
Aria had been traveling to Ryke; she'd been invited by the barony of Light to discuss matters regarding casualties and costs of damages inflicted by the plant demons that plagued her town. Having never left her town, this was a step into the unknown, the city was much more densely populated than her humble home. There was a mild feeling of not belonging which she fought against as she ordered a small meal, people seemed stern here, quick and busy unlike she’d seen so far. No one looked you in the eyes.
She sat and ate undisturbed with the mild distractions of children crying, and vendors exclaiming about their wares with prideful announcements, hoping to make a sale. Aria took a sip of her drink as she noticed a bulletin board in the eatery, getting up she made her way to the artisans' bulletins.
In Ryke.
Upon arriving from her most recent battle, Aria would have slept for nearly two days. Fighting in defense of Highgrove village, her home, was not an easy task for the young shield maiden. Her shoulder had fallen prey at the jaws of a fierce toad mage, but nonetheless it was a small price to pay in defense of everything she held dear. She’d suddenly awake from a nightmare, startled, panting and heaving as she usually did, her shoulder was bandaged but it was almost completely healed.
Aria had been traveling to Ryke; she'd been invited by the barony of Light to discuss matters regarding casualties and costs of damages inflicted by the plant demons that plagued her town. Having never left her town, this was a step into the unknown, the city was much more densely populated than her humble home. There was a mild feeling of not belonging which she fought against as she ordered a small meal, people seemed stern here, quick and busy unlike she’d seen so far. No one looked you in the eyes.
She sat and ate undisturbed with the mild distractions of children crying, and vendors exclaiming about their wares with prideful announcements, hoping to make a sale. Aria took a sip of her drink as she noticed a bulletin board in the eatery, getting up she made her way to the artisans' bulletins.
“Hmm, blacksmith?” She muttered.
Although she never gave much thought to the matter before, she decided that a proper sword was overdue. Having only handled common infantry equipment, or finding shoddy pieces in the heat of battle it was definitely time. She’d write down the building number, before setting off to find the smithy. Asking passersby of various types and races, Ryke was surely a diverse place.
Aria finally found the location, stepping in through the door as she knocked on the door frame.
“Hello?” She called. “I’m looking for the blacksmith?”
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