She hadn't thought she'd come back to Ferelden. Granted, she'd never been to this part of Ferelden. This boggy terrain was nothing like the wide, open grasslands of The Bannorn. Nor was it much like the forests of the Free Marches. It seemed that every step took her somewhere new these days.
Rabbit didn't much care for the swampy Korcari Wilds, it seemed. She was on foot as much as in the saddle as they made their way toward the wyvern so desperately wanted by their employer. Rabbit grumbled and whined as his steps kept finding uneven, sinking earth. That the wagon carrying Genthus was doing so well right now was a marvel, she thought.
"Strange that they couldn't handle it themselves." she grumbled, more to herself than in response, but still loud enough to hear. Wasn't that the point of a trophy? That YOU earned it? Then again, maybe the true point of the trophy was to show off their wealth.
Behold! I can afford to pay a bunch of idiots to risk their lives in some backwater swamp to bring me the carcass of a great, dangerous beast!
Luckily, it seemed they were finally coming through the other side of the swamp. The ground was rising, becoming slightly rocky. Sludge filled bogs still plagued the low dips and hollows, but there was more opportunity to navigate between the most treacherous looking parts. Seeing a goo tree, Ceren left Rabbit to continue walking alongside the wagon. With a step up from his stirrup, to the wall of the wagon, and then a quick hop up, she was in the branches and climbing.
Up near where the branches would no longer support her weight, Ceren spied around. This intersection of the Korcari Wilds, Brecilian Passage, and rocky coastline made for an almost comical mismatch of vegetation and topography. A wind pushed the tree and Ceren swayed with it. A moment later she heard Andor's call as he circled overhead then landed on a neighboring branch.
Much easier to navigate with these updrafts. A wyvern, catching the right wind, could drop into any of the surrounding clearings or hollows, then climb up and glide right back out again, avoiding getting mired in the mud altogether. As she looked westward, she saw where the ground rose even more, rocky outcroppings looking over the surrounding area.
"If I were a wyvern," she said petting Andor's back, "that's where I'd be."
It was still a while off. They might be able to climb to it by nightfall, but she was unsure if that was wise. With a gesture as she began to climb back down, she commanded Andor down to the wagon. She didn't think a single eagle would be enough to tempt their quarry out, but there was no need to risk it. Better to catch the creature groggy with sleep than roused and ready to hunt.
"Further west, there's an area that could be a den." she said, jog-hopping over the driest looking patches of ground as she caught up to the wagon. "We should be careful now. If they're nocturnal hunters, we'll be at a disadvantage if we don't set up somewhere."
Rabbit didn't much care for the swampy Korcari Wilds, it seemed. She was on foot as much as in the saddle as they made their way toward the wyvern so desperately wanted by their employer. Rabbit grumbled and whined as his steps kept finding uneven, sinking earth. That the wagon carrying Genthus was doing so well right now was a marvel, she thought.
"Strange that they couldn't handle it themselves." she grumbled, more to herself than in response, but still loud enough to hear. Wasn't that the point of a trophy? That YOU earned it? Then again, maybe the true point of the trophy was to show off their wealth.
Behold! I can afford to pay a bunch of idiots to risk their lives in some backwater swamp to bring me the carcass of a great, dangerous beast!
Luckily, it seemed they were finally coming through the other side of the swamp. The ground was rising, becoming slightly rocky. Sludge filled bogs still plagued the low dips and hollows, but there was more opportunity to navigate between the most treacherous looking parts. Seeing a goo tree, Ceren left Rabbit to continue walking alongside the wagon. With a step up from his stirrup, to the wall of the wagon, and then a quick hop up, she was in the branches and climbing.
Up near where the branches would no longer support her weight, Ceren spied around. This intersection of the Korcari Wilds, Brecilian Passage, and rocky coastline made for an almost comical mismatch of vegetation and topography. A wind pushed the tree and Ceren swayed with it. A moment later she heard Andor's call as he circled overhead then landed on a neighboring branch.
Much easier to navigate with these updrafts. A wyvern, catching the right wind, could drop into any of the surrounding clearings or hollows, then climb up and glide right back out again, avoiding getting mired in the mud altogether. As she looked westward, she saw where the ground rose even more, rocky outcroppings looking over the surrounding area.
"If I were a wyvern," she said petting Andor's back, "that's where I'd be."
It was still a while off. They might be able to climb to it by nightfall, but she was unsure if that was wise. With a gesture as she began to climb back down, she commanded Andor down to the wagon. She didn't think a single eagle would be enough to tempt their quarry out, but there was no need to risk it. Better to catch the creature groggy with sleep than roused and ready to hunt.
"Further west, there's an area that could be a den." she said, jog-hopping over the driest looking patches of ground as she caught up to the wagon. "We should be careful now. If they're nocturnal hunters, we'll be at a disadvantage if we don't set up somewhere."
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