The Thrill of Adventure
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				Title: <strong>The Thrill of Adventure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 18:45:38</strong>
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				Nakara sat against her favorite tree wondering if the rain that poured down by the barrel full as a dark, cloudy sky shrouded the Rubilah Forest would ever stop.&nbsp; She had, of course, pondered that same question for the past few days as it rarely rained for more than two days non-stop in this part of the forest.&nbsp; She had concluded that it would, eventually, stop raining each night before going to bed with a little less conviction than the last.&nbsp; Today, however, it wasn’t even noon before she gave up hope that it would ever stop.&nbsp; The up side to the horrid weather was that it kept the goblins away.&nbsp; However, it tended to keep the travelers who the goblins attacked away as well.&nbsp; The ranger gave a hefty sigh as she slid all the way to the ground for a nap.<br><br>A few hours later, she roused to the pleasant, albeit nearly forgotten about and completely ruled out, feel of sunlight warming her face.&nbsp; “It’s about time you come out again,” she playfully scolded the sun knowing it couldn’t hear her.&nbsp; “I’d nearly forgotten you even exist.”&nbsp; The elf slowly got to her feet as she stretched to wake herself up.&nbsp; After Nakara had fully awakened, she quickly stripped and hung her clothes and armour over her clothes line so they could dry.&nbsp; She strolled over to a nearby lake to wash up after grabbing her soap and towel.&nbsp; The ranger laid her soap and towel down and dived into the lake swimming around a bit before returning to her towel and grabbing the soap.&nbsp; She washed up rather quickly and returned to her camp.&nbsp; The peach-and-white-haired woman, however, took her time getting dressed again.&nbsp; She, even, sat down to relax topless against her favorite tree.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Thrill of Adventure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steamy Royal</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 23:59:53</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Freya</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z270/F3nr1zz/Gelbooru472.jpg?t=1321483070)</div></div>Freya was sitting on her tall strong white horse, her wings coming out of the back of her amour and from under her helmet, because she had two small wings like things there too. She had her big evil looking scythe strapped to her back, and she was just riding gently through the forest. She was a Valkyrie, a creature that was seen very rarely in this world; rumors said that if you were lucky, you would see one in your entire life, but many people were never that lucky, only a small percentage of the world’s population actually managed to see a Valkyrie in their entire life. The Valkyrie was said to have enormous power and strength, and was said to be the protector of the good, if you believed in that sort of thing of course. Some people didn’t believe in it, though they did agree to that the Valkyrie race did exist, but to be that powerful as the rumors said that they didn’t believe in. Under her armor she was wearing leopard fur panties, and a sleeveless shirt that helped keeping her breasts in place. She looked down at her horse as they rode through the forest slowly, padding her on her neck “Good girl, you’ll get to rest soon, the lake is just two minutes away.” She said, the horse making a nod-like move with its head. She didn’t remember much of her past actually, she knew the legends about the Valkyries being sent to the earth with a wiped memory, very young, and having to live their life like that, but whether this was true or not, she hadn’t been able to figure out, but she would, at some point, she had made that promise to herself, to find out about her past. <br><br>After they had been riding two minutes longer, they came to the lake that she knew so well. She had been there many times during her long life that much she could remember. It was a peaceful lake where she didn’t really have to worry about getting attacked by anything. Sure there were goblins once in a while, but they left her alone after the twenty tries they tried to kill her and rob her, they knew her well enough by appearance now, that they just left her alone if they saw her and her horse at the lake. However, today she wasn’t alone at the lake with her horse; there was another woman, who was topless, resting against a tree. She wondered who this woman could be, the last time she was there, which was a long long long time ago, there was no such woman. She wasn’t sure whether this woman would be a threat to her, or if she would be peaceful enough to share the lake. She nodded a little to herself and looked down to her horse again “Come on girl, let’s get over to that woman there and say hi, but be on your guard.” And before long, they were a couple of meters away from the woman. Freya got off her horse and stepped onto the ground, looking at the topless woman “Hello there. Isn’t it a little…Too public a forest to be lying topless like that? Or do you feel that free in the nature?” she asked, not a smile on her face, she was serious, yet relaxed, and she wouldn’t change until she knew whether or not this woman would try to kill her or something like that. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Thrill of Adventure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>17-11-2011, 17:12:26</strong>
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				Nakara remained against the tree as the distant clip-clop of hooves came nearer and, therefore, grew louder.&nbsp; The absence of the clambering mob of footsteps from the local goblins, however, surprised the ranger, to say the least.&nbsp; She peered down the street to see if she could make out the figure who was approaching her.&nbsp; Unable to do so, her mind ran wild as to why to goblins hadn’t shown up today.&nbsp; Her thoughts shifted when she saw the figure’s wings.&nbsp; <em>”Ohmygodohmyodohmygod!&nbsp; It’s a Valkyrie!”</em>&nbsp; Needless to say, it didn’t surprise Nakara that the other had a sing-song voice.&nbsp; <em>”Ooh, just like I imagined a Valkyrie would sound.”</em><br><br>As if seeing a Valkyrie wasn’t a big enough surprise for the elf, she nearly fainted when the woman approached her.&nbsp; Nakara sat there stammering like an idiot for a while unable to control her thoughts.&nbsp; When she, finally, composed herself, she heard the Valkyrie ask something about her topless appearance.&nbsp; “Not really, miss.&nbsp; It rained for several days in a row, and my clothes were soaked so I had to let them dry.”&nbsp; The ranger stood up within an arm’s reach of the newcomer as her voice turned pouty.&nbsp; “Are you trying to tell me that you don’t like what you see?”&nbsp; The topless woman slowly backpedaled to the clothesline and, slowly put on her shirt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Thrill of Adventure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steamy Royal</strong> on <strong>17-11-2011, 18:06:21</strong>
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				Freya looked at the woman as she slowly went back to get a shirt over her. Freya shrugged at what the woman was asking her and just looked out onto the lake for a moment, waiting until the woman had put on the shirt from the clothesline. She wasn’t quite sure why this elf woman was behaving the way she was, it seemed like she found it fun to joke about herself being naked, or that was the way that Freya took it anyway, and it confused her, and at the same time, disgusted her. “I don’t care about your appearance, I was merely asking because you don’t have time to get a shirt on if goblins attacked you all of a sudden. With that being said, your health is of none of my concern.” She then heard her horse whine a little, and she looked at it, padding the side of its neck gently “Don’t worry girl, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” She whispered to her horse, though not in a language that the elf woman would understand, this was a language the Valkyries used to speak to each other and their animals and such, when they were amongst themselves. Of course, when being around other people, they usually talked the common language, but she had made sure that her horse could only understand the Valkyrie language, that way no one could take her away from Freya, and no one would be able to give it orders or anything, besides Freya. She took the scythe on her back down and held it in both her hands, listening carefully. She knew that whenever her horse seemed uneasy, there usually was a reason behind it, it never failed. However, she couldn’t sense anything herself, and she didn’t like that one bit. She just held her scythe in one hand now, as she returned to look at the elf woman again. <br><br>“You should get to a city, the times are changing, that much I know. If you don’t get into a city soon, you might find yourself in a very dangerous situation. Though I am not here to lecture or tell you about the future, but I know and feel it, and I’d like to give you a fair warning, since you’re not an evil spirit yourself.” She nodded, she wasn’t being harsh or offending, at least she wasn’t trying to, but she had to make sure that the woman understood just how serious she was. The goblins might have caused problems, but from what Freya had seen on her journey through life, those goblins were not near as dangerous as some of the things she had been fighting. People said that Dragons were mythical creatures too, alongside with mammoths and other creatures. However, Freya had been fighting a dragon before, and was seriously wounded and close to dying, when some of her Valkyrie friends came to her rescue. She had only fought against one Dragon, but she knew there were more out in the world, and most of them, not very friendly. Mammoths used to be a peaceful creature too, but she had met a lot of them on her journey, and they seemed to be very angry and wanting to charge at her at the sight of her, and she didn’t understand why. All she could conclude from this was that something was happening, and it was picking up its pace, if nothing was happening, the Dragon would never have shown itself, never engage in a battle with Freya, but it had, and it was a warning to everyone. She took a deep breath before getting out of her thoughts again and looked at the elf woman “I can escort you to one of the safest cities if you’d like, it’s a day walk from here, but it’s safe there, and probably the safest place you can find at the moment. I’ll take a short break here at the lake, I’m tired from my journey, and then we can continue, if you chose to come along to the city. If not, I’ll continue my journey alone.” She said, and then pulled her horse a little away from the elf woman, over to the lake, and let her horse drink a little while she sat on the ground herself, her scythe lying next to her on the ground. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Thrill of Adventure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>17-11-2011, 21:55:29</strong>
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				Nakara smiled at the Valkyrie and laughed a bit shaking her head at the other’s comment about goblins attacking her.&nbsp; “Miss, it is <em>you</em> they would have attacked, not me, because they attack travelers rather than residents.&nbsp; I knew it would be safe because the only thing I heard during your approach was your horse’s footsteps.”&nbsp; Little did the Valkyrie know, the elf was one of the people that believed every rumor she heard about the much taller woman’s race.&nbsp; Hell, she’d even gone as far as teaching herself the language spoken by Valkyries, never expecting to hear or use it, though.&nbsp; Therefore, she could, most definitely, understand what the woman said to her steed.&nbsp; “As for me not being able to put my armor on it I had heard their all-to-ungraceful, clambering footsteps, we elves are extremely fleet-footed, especially if we’ve lived in the forest for years since those of my kind that guard a village regularly run along tree branches.”&nbsp; She noted the steed’s unease as she put on her armor.&nbsp; The ranger grabbed her bow and quiver draping them over her shoulders before she brandished her swords and, adeptly, put on a brief display of expert swordplay before sheathing them at her waist.<br><br>Nakara nodded at the Valkyrie’s words.&nbsp; “My hometown is about two hundred metres from here.&nbsp; However, it may not be what you have in mind.”&nbsp; She sat next to the woman.&nbsp; “I’ll lead you there, if you want.&nbsp; Even if you don’t want to go there, I’d love to travel with you.”&nbsp; The peach-and-white-haired woman extended her left hand to the newcomer.&nbsp; “By the way, I’m Nakara.&nbsp; What’s your name?”&nbsp; The ranger looked over at the Valkyrie.&nbsp; “While I believed the rumors about Valkyries, I <em>never</em> thought myself worthy of meeting one, until now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Thrill of Adventure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steamy Royal</strong> on <strong>26-11-2011, 13:31:13</strong>
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				Freya looked at her and rolled her eyes ”I’m far from a traveler; I’ve lived longer than you have, and I’ve seen this lake change countless of times. It haven’t looked like this always, the goblins have always been around, but it started out with orcs here, then dark elves, then it was taken over by some kind of insect, many of them, very deadly and dangerous, and then the goblins came along, that’s how it has changed. They know me here, they wouldn’t attack me.” She said again, looking at Nakara. This woman was a little annoying to Freya, while she might have known about the Valkyries and all that stuff, she clearly didn’t know that Valkyries didn’t touch anyone before they were ready to trust the person they should touch, and believe in them none the less. Of course, she didn’t expect that Nakara had read up on everything about the Valkyries, so she didn’t get too annoyed by it, just a little. So she didn’t take Nakara’s hand at all, she just looked at her horse again “My name is Freya, and it’s got nothing to do with being worthy or not, it’s got everything to do with luck on your journeys, if you meet one or not.” She said, jumping onto her horse afterwards and looking over to Nakara. <br><br>“We’ll go to the city that I believe will be the best place right now, I was heading there anyway, if you don’t want to come to that city, that’s up to you, but it’s the safest place right now.” She said, making her horse start their journey again, not waiting for Nakara to get ready or anything. She wasn’t Freya’s responsibility, so she didn’t care whether or not Nakara was ready to leave, she would catch up if she thought she wanted to come along, if not, she didn’t care, and she would simply just continue her journey to the city alone, which was how she liked to travel anyway; alone with her horse. When you’re alone with your horse, and you’re travelling, it’s much easier to get through the problems that might appear on a journey. If you have someone with you, other than your horse, you would have to ask what their opinion was on the problem, how they wanted to solve it and such. And if they didn’t want to solve it the same way you did, then you had to find a third way to solve it, or split up, so for Freya, it was much easier just travelling alone, and she preferred it. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>25-07-2012, 21:07:00</strong>
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				Nakara nodded at Freya’s description of the changes remembering the stories of the insect and Drow invasions of which the former were the first-hand experiences of her parents and grandparents and the latter were second-hand tales of the experiences her great-grandparents had with the Drow passed to her by her grandparents.&nbsp; She, then, shook her head when Freya didn’t take her hand but didn’t ask for a reason not wanting to annoy her new companion any more than she may have already.&nbsp; “It’s nice to meet you, Freya.&nbsp; You have a very fine horse, by the way:”<br><br>“That’s perfectly fine with me.”&nbsp; Nakara finished getting dressed about forty-five seconds after Freya left for the city.&nbsp; The elf climbed her favorite tree, electing to travel along tree branches until she caught up with the valkyrie.&nbsp; The peach-and-white-haired woman descended the tree she was on with branch-to-branch leaps when she caught up with the other woman.&nbsp; “It’s been, what, around 430 years since the Drow came through here?”
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