Post by Okami on Jan 31, 2014 20:06:04 GMT
The Northern Marshes, frankly, smelled like crap.
Oh, Okami was sure that there were poets who could write elaborate sentences and descriptions describing the foul smell of the marshes. She wasn't one of them. It was a drudging experience. She had to make her way through the swampy waters, and cross through the tall grass that darted it's landscape. The marshlands stretched out as far as the eye could see. The fog was thick, and the light could barely pass through the cloud ceiling present. It was, for the bubbly fox-tail, depressing. And, naturally, Eldar Tales couldn't leave the fox-tail to her travels. The game was the Massive Multi-player Online, which meant you couldn't take five steps without running across some random encounter. If it wasn't some kind of slime trying to get up her skirt, it was some croc creature trying to eat her face off. The sorcerer huffed at the experiences. She didn't have to worry about the threats, per say. The woman was already sufficiently leveled enough to handle them on her own. And it certainly helped that she had all this water around her to freeze the creatures in for pelting. That was certainly cutting down on the counter-attack opportunities that the monsters had. All else fails, Okami could just call back home if she needed to.
The fox-tail blew a strand of slightly damp hair out of her face, looking unamused at the thought. Like hell she'd just teleport out after having come all this way.
She was a woman on a mission. Sacred, passed onto her by a rather shady tome she'd exchanged in a run down shop for a mana crystal and some sticks (the guy looked more interested in the sticks, frankly). The mighty "How to booklet for Inspiring Alchemists", truly a piece of literature deserving it's grandiose name. It had offered her such wonderful things as half-baked calculated formulas, over the top and resource exhausting recipes that accomplished little purpose, or even those that were just functionally impossible to accomplish. Really, this was no doubt her finest purchase yet.
Another strand was blown.
What it did offer on insight, however, was the idea of a 'master'. It urged those trying to make their way to 'the top', as it were, to instead of spending all day huddled up next to a fire, hot drink in hand and a blanket around them for comfort, and instead seek out a teacher for their science wizardry. Which, the book assured, could be located in the deepest, darkest, most uninhabitable locations. Far away from civilized lands, it continued, where the alchemists could work without interruptions on their wizard sciences. So if one were to try and locate a master to teach them the secrets of the known universes (yes, plural, the book said, as one can not simply ignore the possibility of alternate worlds and dimensions. To do so would be the graves of follies, right up there with talking in the play theaters) all they would have to do is stumble their way through the brush and dirt until they came upon some impressive structure of unknown significant importance and poke their way through it. There, it assured, would be the master they sought, who would most undoubtedly not mind the intrusion into their homes by unexpected visitors and offer them a roaring fire to sit by as they started the lecture in their piles of sand.
Old masters had all kinds of piles of sands, you know.
Another blow. Okami was starting to get annoyed at that strand. She'd probably have set it on fire if it wasn't connected to her.
...Even then it was still tempting.
So after the fox-tail had tossed the mostly still there book into the nearest fire with a smile, Okami had looked down at the pieces of paper she'd torn out before hand. The book was near entirely useless with it's 'information', but it did have some good ideas. And, surprisingly, an index of those "super hard to reach hidden masters of the greatest techniques" in the back. So she'd been checking locations on the list for the past while. If it didn't lead her to an empty and ruined building, it lead her to a spacious area with nothing but small pieces of rubble scattered about it. As she crossed out locations on her little paper with an increasingly frustrated expression, the fox-tail wondered if this list was even worth anything. The other five-sixths of the book wasn't worth anything. Why should she expect anything more from the few scraps she kept? Yet, the fox-tailed preserved. In part of her optimistic need to believe in the tome that she'd so eagerly sentenced to an early kindling. And part because she really had nothing better to do with her time. It'd be an adventure, you know? Like a scavanger hunt. With it being a search for competent alchemists to teach her their wizard science secrets instead of a hunt for shiny objects stored away in the tallest grass.
She always did hate scavenger hunts, come to think of it. So unfair to those with visual impairments!
And when she had finally hit the last, very last, which was actually on the back of the page near the middle since it'd gone on so long, the fox-tail had found that it was rather annoyingly located square in the far ditches of the marshlands. Now, the alchemist-to-be knew and remembered what the text had said concerning mentors. The were, in her own words translated from the source, anti-social hermits that lived as far away from the whiny whipper snappers as possible. But it'd given her addresses and areas that were barely a stones throw away from London. So why would it suddenly send the adventurer out into the wetlands on a hunt for a master that probably didn't even exist?
Probably to be a jerk. But the woman was dedicated to her cause, and with a tug up on her stockings and a rolling of the sleeves, the fox-tail made her way out into the higher level demanding area that she'd never touched before.
A spark of rolling lightning lit up the darkening clouds, followed by the roar of thunder. The winds were picking up, shaking the sparse trees around her. Okami lifted a hand to keep her hair from flying into her eyes, and groaned at the swift change of weather. "I hate this place," She declared with an absolute certainty, and continued her search across the landscape, not for a master, but for shelter. Last thing the sorcerer wanted was to catch a cold while on the hunt for a teacher.
...Come to think of it, could they even catch colds in Elder Tales?
She'd rather not find out, honestly.
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Word Count: 1132
OOC: The sand thing is a joke from the history of Archimedes. He got shanked while doing calculations in a sand pile.
Oh, Okami was sure that there were poets who could write elaborate sentences and descriptions describing the foul smell of the marshes. She wasn't one of them. It was a drudging experience. She had to make her way through the swampy waters, and cross through the tall grass that darted it's landscape. The marshlands stretched out as far as the eye could see. The fog was thick, and the light could barely pass through the cloud ceiling present. It was, for the bubbly fox-tail, depressing. And, naturally, Eldar Tales couldn't leave the fox-tail to her travels. The game was the Massive Multi-player Online, which meant you couldn't take five steps without running across some random encounter. If it wasn't some kind of slime trying to get up her skirt, it was some croc creature trying to eat her face off. The sorcerer huffed at the experiences. She didn't have to worry about the threats, per say. The woman was already sufficiently leveled enough to handle them on her own. And it certainly helped that she had all this water around her to freeze the creatures in for pelting. That was certainly cutting down on the counter-attack opportunities that the monsters had. All else fails, Okami could just call back home if she needed to.
The fox-tail blew a strand of slightly damp hair out of her face, looking unamused at the thought. Like hell she'd just teleport out after having come all this way.
She was a woman on a mission. Sacred, passed onto her by a rather shady tome she'd exchanged in a run down shop for a mana crystal and some sticks (the guy looked more interested in the sticks, frankly). The mighty "How to booklet for Inspiring Alchemists", truly a piece of literature deserving it's grandiose name. It had offered her such wonderful things as half-baked calculated formulas, over the top and resource exhausting recipes that accomplished little purpose, or even those that were just functionally impossible to accomplish. Really, this was no doubt her finest purchase yet.
Another strand was blown.
What it did offer on insight, however, was the idea of a 'master'. It urged those trying to make their way to 'the top', as it were, to instead of spending all day huddled up next to a fire, hot drink in hand and a blanket around them for comfort, and instead seek out a teacher for their science wizardry. Which, the book assured, could be located in the deepest, darkest, most uninhabitable locations. Far away from civilized lands, it continued, where the alchemists could work without interruptions on their wizard sciences. So if one were to try and locate a master to teach them the secrets of the known universes (yes, plural, the book said, as one can not simply ignore the possibility of alternate worlds and dimensions. To do so would be the graves of follies, right up there with talking in the play theaters) all they would have to do is stumble their way through the brush and dirt until they came upon some impressive structure of unknown significant importance and poke their way through it. There, it assured, would be the master they sought, who would most undoubtedly not mind the intrusion into their homes by unexpected visitors and offer them a roaring fire to sit by as they started the lecture in their piles of sand.
Old masters had all kinds of piles of sands, you know.
Another blow. Okami was starting to get annoyed at that strand. She'd probably have set it on fire if it wasn't connected to her.
...Even then it was still tempting.
So after the fox-tail had tossed the mostly still there book into the nearest fire with a smile, Okami had looked down at the pieces of paper she'd torn out before hand. The book was near entirely useless with it's 'information', but it did have some good ideas. And, surprisingly, an index of those "super hard to reach hidden masters of the greatest techniques" in the back. So she'd been checking locations on the list for the past while. If it didn't lead her to an empty and ruined building, it lead her to a spacious area with nothing but small pieces of rubble scattered about it. As she crossed out locations on her little paper with an increasingly frustrated expression, the fox-tail wondered if this list was even worth anything. The other five-sixths of the book wasn't worth anything. Why should she expect anything more from the few scraps she kept? Yet, the fox-tailed preserved. In part of her optimistic need to believe in the tome that she'd so eagerly sentenced to an early kindling. And part because she really had nothing better to do with her time. It'd be an adventure, you know? Like a scavanger hunt. With it being a search for competent alchemists to teach her their wizard science secrets instead of a hunt for shiny objects stored away in the tallest grass.
She always did hate scavenger hunts, come to think of it. So unfair to those with visual impairments!
And when she had finally hit the last, very last, which was actually on the back of the page near the middle since it'd gone on so long, the fox-tail had found that it was rather annoyingly located square in the far ditches of the marshlands. Now, the alchemist-to-be knew and remembered what the text had said concerning mentors. The were, in her own words translated from the source, anti-social hermits that lived as far away from the whiny whipper snappers as possible. But it'd given her addresses and areas that were barely a stones throw away from London. So why would it suddenly send the adventurer out into the wetlands on a hunt for a master that probably didn't even exist?
Probably to be a jerk. But the woman was dedicated to her cause, and with a tug up on her stockings and a rolling of the sleeves, the fox-tail made her way out into the higher level demanding area that she'd never touched before.
A spark of rolling lightning lit up the darkening clouds, followed by the roar of thunder. The winds were picking up, shaking the sparse trees around her. Okami lifted a hand to keep her hair from flying into her eyes, and groaned at the swift change of weather. "I hate this place," She declared with an absolute certainty, and continued her search across the landscape, not for a master, but for shelter. Last thing the sorcerer wanted was to catch a cold while on the hunt for a teacher.
...Come to think of it, could they even catch colds in Elder Tales?
She'd rather not find out, honestly.
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Word Count: 1132
OOC: The sand thing is a joke from the history of Archimedes. He got shanked while doing calculations in a sand pile.
