Private rp with Wingfeather

[mainehorse]

The Plot: In the small town of Stormhaven trouble has been brewing ever since an unseen, unknown monster has taken up residence in the harbor. It is known only as the king of the undertow. How it got there is a mystery. Nobody has gotten a good view of the beast, so accounts of what this monster look like vary greatly. The only thing people can agree on is that it's huge with a maw full of sharp, jagged teeth. Ships can't leave the port without being struck down by the beast and the town is starting to loose hope of ever freeing itself from this threat.

[mainehorse]

Cass exits the town's infirmary, shrugging off the physician who had been fussing over her. She had collected her sword and she was leaving, regardless of whether or not he liked that. She had been stuck in the infirmary for a few days now after she had stumbled upon the town and that was a few days too many as far as she was concerned. They weren't keeping her in there any longer. Her head still throbbed, but not as much as it had been that day. She wasn't sure where she was going, but as long as it was anywhere but the infirmary she supposed that didn't matter for now. She had her sword, she had her gold, not that it was very much. She could get by on that for now while she figured out the rest. The physician stood in the doorway, watching as she stalked off down the quiet cobblestone road of the town of Stormhaven.

[wingfeather]

Lockian had just finished his business at the blacksmith's forge. He had ordered a new set of arrowheads a few days prior and upon examining their make and quality, deemed them well made and paid the blacksmith well for them. Now what he had to do was find several stout ash branches, cut them to length, and fit the arrows. He also had to find some feathering, but that would not be very difficult as there were always seagull feathers in plenty at their small coastal town. Swiftly and decisively he walked to the forest at the back of the village, later he would return to his room at the inn and finish fletching his arrows.

[mainehorse]

Cass runs a hand through her short black hair as she made her way down the street. Where exactly was she? It appeared to be a costal town, but then, where were all the people. Most towns would have busy marketplaces at this time of day. But everyone seemed to be indoors. It was odd... it was late summer, the weather was still nice. The first snowfall was still an entire season away. So why was the majority of the town's residents inside? She shakes her head slightly, she had bigger problems to worry about in any case. For now, she would get the lay of the land and try to figure out where she was. Until then, she could do nothing else. Not until she at least knew where she was. She probably could have asked that physician, but she had been determined to get out of the infirmary.

[wingfeather]

Lockian entered the forest, it was mostly quiet but for the soft crackling of leaves below his feet and of some distant bird calls. He always loved the woods, even when he was a young boy, always this was this place he would run away to when he could. Just now he came to his particularly favorite spot. It was  a tall a very ancient oak tree with its thick and knotted branches extending in all directions. It was the perfect place for a young boy with an imagination, now it served Lockian as a special spot for peace and contemplation. But today he didn't come here to sit back and think. He knew that just across the creek was a small grove of ash trees. Lockian waded through the water, it only came up to his knees, and the coolness was pleasant and calming to him. Once he reached the other side he unsheathed his dirk and began to choose the straightest and most serviceable  branches from among the trees.

[mainehorse]

Cass continues to make her way down the cobblestone path as it transitions into a dirt road as she neared the forest. Perhaps it would do her some good to take a stroll through the woods. It would be peaceful there... right? If she could clear her head then she would be better able to figure out this mess she found herself in. And maybe once she returned to town, she could find someone who could tell her where she was. She makes her way through the trees, pausing when she heard something moving in the distance. It sounded like something was hacking at the branches of a nearby tree. She reaches to unsheathe her sword as she cautiously proceeds. It had to be a person, animals couldn't use blades.

[wingfeather]

It was difficult to find branches of the right length and width. But luckily for him he discovered several if he climbed the trees a little ways. The work of chopping through the wood was hard and time consuming, ''should have brought a hatchet,'' he muttered to himself. But pretty soon he was on his final branch. His mind was so fixed at cutting through that last branch that he did not see or hear anyone approaching him.

[mainehorse]

Cass continues to make her way through the trees, her sword still gripped tightly in her gloved hand. She stops when she reaches the creek, spotting someone across the creek, a young man. From what she could gather, he was maybe two to three years younger than she was. She relaxes her sword arm slightly, he was armed, but she didn't feel he was a threat. He didn't even known she was here. But she kept her sword in hand as she cleared her throat to get his attention. "You there," she says pausing. "Do you know where we are?" She asks flatly. She figured that she could at least take the opportunity to get some answers. Once she figured out where she was, she could figure out the rest.

[wingfeather]

Lockian finally hacked through the last branch when he heard a shout from across the creek. Shading his eyes with his hand he looked back at the distant figure. It was a girl, he could tell that from her voice, he couldn't really tell much else about her except that she was armed, which caused him to take a tighter hold on his dirk. ''You're in Stormhaven, lady. Least what's left of it,'' he said back to her. He jumped down from the tree and examined the stranger a little better. He took half a step back when he saw her grim appearance, but quickly he recovered himself, ''where are you from,'' he asked, trying to seem more confident then he felt at the moment.

[mainehorse]

Cass quirks her eyebrow slightly as the younger man takes a step back. Was he frightened of her? Fair enough she supposed. She didn't know him, and if he was frightened then he was less likely to try to pull anything over her. "Stormhaven? I see... well that answers one question at least" she mutters. She stiffened slightly at his question, a wonder that was even possible with how stiff her posture already was. She didn't know how to answer his question, as mundane as it was. "I don't know... can't remember for the life of me where I came from. Or how I got here. All I know is that I'm here now" she says flatly. She had her sword, some gold, and the clothes on her back. Oh and a pounding headache. But that was about all she could discern for certain. At least she remembered her name she supposed. That was something at least.

[wingfeather]

A confused expression passed Lockian's face, quite the vague answer wasn't it? Well he didn't really feel like pressing the subject, he had no idea how she would react if he did anyway. Turning away warily he began to gather the sticks he had cut from where they were scattered around the bases of the trees. ''What's your name,'' he asked as he gathered the pieces of wood, hoping the change of topic would possibly make things a little more friendly between them. Maybe? 

[mainehorse]

"Cassidy... my name is Cassidy." Cass replies, shaking her head slightly. At least that was one piece of information she had about herself. Not that it told her much about who she was or where she had come from. Clearly, whatever had happened, she had to have put up quite the fight, if her current condition was anything to go off of. But she was up on her feet now, albeit it seemed against the wishes of the physician in the infirmary. But aside from a headache, she felt fine, if a bit sore. "And your name?" She asks, her mismatched gaze following him as he picked up the fallen sticks. She wasn't about to take her eyes off of him, not when she didn't know him all that well. Though she had her doubts that he was a threat, it was always better to be safe than sorry.

[wingfeather]

Lockian kept his eyes moving from the sticks to the woman then back to the sticks. He could tell from her appearance that she was not one to be trifled with, but he also didn't want to seem as if he were nervous, not that he was doing a good job of it. ''I'm called Lockian,'' he said in response to her question. He straightened and tied the sticks in a bundle with a piece of twine he carried in his pocket. Slinging this over his shoulder he turned back to Cassidy, taking care to go slowly, he didn't want to get an unnecessary reaction from her, she was after all still holding a sword, ''you... do you have a place to stay,'' he asked. The woman was new to the town, it was only civil of him to enquire after such matters.

[mainehorse]

"No... I don't. But I've got gold. Worse comes to worse I can purchase a tent and a bedroll and make camp for the night, or a room at the inn if it isn't too costly. Provided I can find a shop that's open. Everything seems quite desolate around here." Cass says, slipping her sword back into the scabbard on her hip. He didn't seem to be a threat, in fact he seemed rather uneasy around her. Perhaps stowing her weapon would ease his nerves a bit. Worse came to worse, she could simply draw it again. But she had her doubts that this man would try and harm her. If he did, well that would be unwise. A dirk wouldn't be very effective against a long sword like the one she carried. She didn't have much gold on her person, but hopefully it would be enough for at least a bedroll and a tent.

[wingfeather]

Lockian's shoulders relaxed involuntarily and his own blade was swiftly stowed, ''you may be able to purchase such,'' he said nodding, ''if you can get to the shops before they close,'' he glanced up at the sun, ''but you have a few hours yet. I'm staying at the inn, the price is fair I'd say, and the ale's good,'' he said with a slight grin. His face darkened again slightly, ''yes, 'desolate' is a good way to put it, and that's how its been... ever since the arrival of The King of the Undertow.'' He spoke the last part quietly, it was almost habit for him now, that is how everyone else spoke of it.