the Artificer's World [Lord_Grudzinski, MaskedLegend]

(OoC: Sir Maxwell and Tierra should be along with your character shortly, MaskedLegend. I’d like them to meet up after two or three posts from each of Lord Grudzinski and I, but that certainly doesn’t stop you from posting in the mean time. Above all else, have fun!)

BiC:

Tierra clasped together her bec de corbin and leaned it against one of the many trees nearby. Looking around, she sighed got to work.

Breaking down camp was always her least favorite part of any adventure. Compared to everything else, it was incredibly boring. It always went exactly the same way. Douse the fire, bury the latrine, wash up. Break down the tent, put away the cookware, fold the tent. Mask her scent, plot her course, get Weiss to cooperate. At least that last part wasn’t so boring. Weiss, although he was very much equine, was like a bear in morning. He didn’t wake well and got impatient easily. Since she was currently working on dousing the fire pit in dirt, she had all of that to look forward to. On the other hand, as soon as she was done here, she had much more to look forward to.

Beneath her, she assumed, by about two miles or so, there was supposed to be the laboratory of a magus who retreated from the world to perform experiments of artifice and toy with some of the world’s most basic laws, and some of the world’s most esoteric laws. No one had heard from him in over a century, so it was supposed that even he would be dead by now, as he was in his seventies when he disappeared from the world’s face. Whatever the old wizard was working on through the time of his death, Tierra would find it and learn from it. Hopefully, it would help her toward learning a kind of magic all her own.

Doubtless, others had also heard of the old wizard. She did not dread, though, meeting any of the tomb raiders she might find beneath the mountain west of her. Chances were, they would be just like her – adventurers seeking their own brand of fame or glory in one of the world’s many dungeons. Some were after wealth, others lore. Some crazy ones wanted nothing but something to challenge their skills.

Altogether, today did promise to be a good day. As soon as she was done breaking down her camp, she could head inside. That would be step one on what promised to be a great adventure.

In the midst of folding the tent, something brought out of her pre-adventure reverie. It was the sound of hoof beats on the firm dirt road nearby. A single horse, walking toward her camp. She put up the tail of her bandanna around her face, tied it in place behind her head, and assumed the guise of Kite.