(Lucille's Character Sheet: https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/8073552/Lucille%20von%20Edefelt%20%28Jeremiah%27s%20Game%29.html )<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/8073552/elf%20cute%20blonde.jpg)</div><br/>The soft<em>creak</em>of leather - the faint<em>clink</em>of her sword riding high on her hip...<br/><br/>A soft chuckle purred from Lady Lucille von Edefelt's lips, as slim fingers rose to run through her honey-blonde hair...A sensuous sigh teased from her silky throat, bright blue eyes flickering with anticipation - and the slightest trepidation!<br/><br/>Six years. The gorgeous half-elf had been waiting...and training...and waiting...for this day - Her *very* first quest as a Knight-Errant. Her father, Baron von Edefelt, had never *quite* understood his wayward, headstrong daughter...Probably the reason why he'd put her in the Chapter-Monastery of the Order of the Blazing Sword, in hopes that it would teach her some discipline.<br/><br/>And it had. Oh, it had. Once Lucille had realized that the<em>only</em>way out of the Order's chapterhouse was to graduate, she'd been - to her own surprise! - one of their most avid students. She'd been<em>especially</em>surprised when she realized that she'd found her calling...To take up the mantle of a Paladin-in-training, and perhaps (one day in the future) the title of a full Knight.<br/><br/>It was hard to believe - after<em>so</em>long - that she was on the road again. For the past few days, she'd hitched a ride on a merchant's caravan, bound southward...But then their paths had parted, and she'd been left to make the trek alone. She'd started early in the morning, with high spirits...But soon - too soon, to Lucille's mind! - the sun had been to set...And a fog had sprung up from<em>nowhere</em>.<br/><br/>"Hmmmm." Parchment crinkled, as Lucille made to unfurl the map she'd given...Her keen half-elven eyes narrowing, ever-so-slightly. Wasn't there supposed to be a village, somewhere? She was<em>fairly</em>certain she might've taken a wrong turning...As a matter of fact, where<em>was</em>she? Her lips curving in a thoughtful pout, Lucille glanced up at the darkening sky...the air echoing with harsh caws and the rush of wings, as a murder of crows took flight from the trees, spiraling upward and outward.<br/><br/>Ah, well. Slim shoulders lifted, in a slight shrug - As Lucille adjusted her pack, her heeled boots tapping out a steady rhythm as she lengthened her stride. Lost she might be...But she'd trust in the Light to guide her path. After all...She couldn't be *too* far from wherever she was supposed to be - And in a place like this, she was sure she'd run into something, one way or another!