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It was no trouble at all to recruit the mercenary for the mission. As long as Thakris received her daily pay, she would remain loyal to the cause.
As planned, the journey took them westwards. The travellers had long since left their Ascalonian homeland behind and had now also crossed the frosty heights of the Shiverpeak mountains. Now the outer reaches of the Krytan kingdom stretched out before them. It had already become noticeably warmer over the last two days. The first patches of bare and even green ground had now replaced the eternal ice. The wind no longer felt quite so harsh and icy. And whenever the sun broke through the cloud cover, Zhakrid's fur bristled joyfully towards the warming rays.
Now that the Shiverpeaks were receding further and further into the distance, the group was in good spirits. Apart from the harsh climate, the travelling party had not had to face any dangers. This was also thanks to Thakris' sense of direction and brisk marching pace. But since the three companions had set their first paw on Krytan soil, even Thakris had found it difficult to keep up with Zhakrid. The adventurer felt it in her bones: with every passing second, she was getting closer and closer to her goal, and neither death nor the devil would stop her.
"Dead end…"
The roar of the river had been clearly audible even from a distance. Now it lay directly before them. Masses of water crashed against the riverbank and against ancient rock in the middle of the riverbed. Icy waves sprayed high into the air. Just looking at it sent a chill down Kyralis’s spine.
"Let's go downstream. There must be a bridge or a safe place to cross somewhere," suggested Kyralis. But just as she was about to turn south, Kyralis heard a mighty splash, as if something huge had struck the water. And she was right: with her mouth agape in disbelief, she watched as Zhakrid waded through the icy waters.
"What are you waiting for? Better weather?" With her arms crossed impatiently, Zhakrid sat on the other bank of the river. Her lower body was dripping with water. If she was cold, she didn't let it show.
Kyralis' jaw dropped even further. She was lost for words. Kyralis’s jaw dropped even further. She was lost for words. She looked around. Was there no safe crossing anywhere?
"It can't be helped…," she muttered resignedly.
With a cautious leap, she jumped onto a boulder in the water. The surface was wet and slippery. Like a swarm of icy snakes, the spray of water licked at Kyralis' legs. The taur panicked, eyes wide open, but somehow kept her balance. Meanwhile, Thakris made a mighty leap from one side to the other. A look of amused pity flitted across her face as she briefly watched Kyralis' balancing act.
The scene, however, did not go unnoticed. Perched on a hilltop, a lone traveller watched the curious group of travellers in pensive silence …
>>>Back to part 5<<<
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As planned, the journey took them westwards. The travellers had long since left their Ascalonian homeland behind and had now also crossed the frosty heights of the Shiverpeak mountains. Now the outer reaches of the Krytan kingdom stretched out before them. It had already become noticeably warmer over the last two days. The first patches of bare and even green ground had now replaced the eternal ice. The wind no longer felt quite so harsh and icy. And whenever the sun broke through the cloud cover, Zhakrid's fur bristled joyfully towards the warming rays.
Now that the Shiverpeaks were receding further and further into the distance, the group was in good spirits. Apart from the harsh climate, the travelling party had not had to face any dangers. This was also thanks to Thakris' sense of direction and brisk marching pace. But since the three companions had set their first paw on Krytan soil, even Thakris had found it difficult to keep up with Zhakrid. The adventurer felt it in her bones: with every passing second, she was getting closer and closer to her goal, and neither death nor the devil would stop her.
"Dead end…"
The roar of the river had been clearly audible even from a distance. Now it lay directly before them. Masses of water crashed against the riverbank and against ancient rock in the middle of the riverbed. Icy waves sprayed high into the air. Just looking at it sent a chill down Kyralis’s spine.
"Let's go downstream. There must be a bridge or a safe place to cross somewhere," suggested Kyralis. But just as she was about to turn south, Kyralis heard a mighty splash, as if something huge had struck the water. And she was right: with her mouth agape in disbelief, she watched as Zhakrid waded through the icy waters.
"What are you waiting for? Better weather?" With her arms crossed impatiently, Zhakrid sat on the other bank of the river. Her lower body was dripping with water. If she was cold, she didn't let it show.
Kyralis' jaw dropped even further. She was lost for words. Kyralis’s jaw dropped even further. She was lost for words. She looked around. Was there no safe crossing anywhere?
"It can't be helped…," she muttered resignedly.
With a cautious leap, she jumped onto a boulder in the water. The surface was wet and slippery. Like a swarm of icy snakes, the spray of water licked at Kyralis' legs. The taur panicked, eyes wide open, but somehow kept her balance. Meanwhile, Thakris made a mighty leap from one side to the other. A look of amused pity flitted across her face as she briefly watched Kyralis' balancing act.
The scene, however, did not go unnoticed. Perched on a hilltop, a lone traveller watched the curious group of travellers in pensive silence …
>>>Back to part 5<<<
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Species Taur (Other)
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