Deep Gnoll-Edge - Oziah
Jan 12, 2021 22:44:57 GMT
Varis/G'Lorth/Sundilar, Jamie J, and 3 more like this
Post by Oziah Daybreaker on Jan 12, 2021 22:44:57 GMT
She walks back to Fort Ettin from the place called Galavir at first light the next day. Some of the party wanted to stay behind and pay their respects and attend the funeral for the fallen. Oziah didn't see the point. She'd done her job and no one was paying her to conduct burial rites. The goliath, Leaper, seemed of a similar mind and she didn't hate his company - he spoke without end on the way back however, going on and on about glory. She has long since left childish illusions behind, discarded in the mud. There is only freedom now, freedom and waiting for the day when she is powerful enough to strike.
Back at Fort Ettin she carefully counts out the 50 gold pieces she made from fighting the gnolls. Leaper had lifted her bodily from the ground and dropped her right in the middle of the fight, exactly where she thrives and excels. She may have gotten careless in the midst of it; she let her ruined wings show when it would have been best to have kept them secret. There was another angelborn in the party, a golden, radiant tiefling, holy symbol of Selûne displayed for all to see. Slim as the chance may be of Seraphina having any connection to her family, it's a risk Oziah shouldn't be taking.
She closes the lid to the chest where she keeps her gold and puts it back under the false bottom in her dresser. She cleans her sword meticulously. She lies down on the bed, a satisfying ache in her bones.
One step closer.
Back at Fort Ettin she carefully counts out the 50 gold pieces she made from fighting the gnolls. Leaper had lifted her bodily from the ground and dropped her right in the middle of the fight, exactly where she thrives and excels. She may have gotten careless in the midst of it; she let her ruined wings show when it would have been best to have kept them secret. There was another angelborn in the party, a golden, radiant tiefling, holy symbol of Selûne displayed for all to see. Slim as the chance may be of Seraphina having any connection to her family, it's a risk Oziah shouldn't be taking.
She closes the lid to the chest where she keeps her gold and puts it back under the false bottom in her dresser. She cleans her sword meticulously. She lies down on the bed, a satisfying ache in her bones.
One step closer.
