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PostPosted: Wed Jul 24, 2019 3:15 pm    Post subject: After The Adventure (Chapter Seven poll up 11/25!) Reply with quote

Chapter One


“And we really can’t change your mind?”

Etta paused, fork poised halfway towards her still open mouth. For a moment, she debated using the act of chewing to delay her answer. Instead, the fork lowered, clinking onto the fine plate quietly. Smiling brightly, she balanced her chin on one hand and braced her elbow on the table.

“Isn’t the night before I leave a bit late to try and change my mind, Sabella?”

Sabella frowned, her lips pouting for just a moment, before she sighed and poked at something on her own plate. “Maybe. I wasn’t going to try at all, you know. This is your path to walk. But—”

“But you’re our friend,”
Jaetyn interjected, gesturing wildly with their dinner knife. “We aren’t supposed to just sit back and let you cart yourself off to the wilderness.”

“As I recall, we met in the ‘wilderness’. I handled myself there.”

“Perhaps,”
Praxton said gently, having abandoned any pretense of eating the fine food in front of him, “It would be better for us to be supportive, rather than…” His voice trailed off as he struggled for a ‘proper’ word. Etta just waited, using the moment to put her abandoned bite of potato in her mouth. The vibrantly seasoned and perfectly cooked fare certainly was a contrast to the meals she’d shared with her friends before.

“The prince speaks true!” Holden near-bellowed, thumping Praxton ingloriously on the back. Etta muffled a laugh at his expense, turning her attention back to Sabella and Jaetyn.

“It’s not exactly ‘the wilderness’. The town has a guild affiliation and everything.”

“I looked into that,”
Jaetyn said with all the newly acquired authority they possessed. “The town in question has one guild clerk, and the guild office isn’t even in its own building. They haven’t had a single adventurer turn in a quest listing there, and have only listed one quest themselves—”

“—For an herbalist.”
Etta said with heavy emphasis. “Which I am, and want to get better at. And it’s in the exact forest I wanted to research. This is a good opportunity for me.” She paused a moment, taking in the expressions on her dear friends faces. “... Even if I didn’t take this quest listing, you know I wouldn’t be staying in the capital.”

They looked away, then back to her. For just a moment, none of them could meet her eye. Sabella even slumped in her seat, all these months of regality training erased from her posture. Etta wished this grand table of Praxton’s were smaller, so she could reach out and take Sabella’s hands in a tight, reassuring grip.

“We’ll miss you.” The words came from Praxton, raw with emotion, but the others echoed him with varied noises of agreement. “But we know why you’re leaving.”

They did, didn’t they. Better than anyone else could, the four other people in this room knew what she was dealing with. What they’d all dealt with, but only she couldn’t put behind her. She lowered her gaze to her plate, staring distantly into the scattered potatoes.

“I’ll miss you too.”

“I refuse to accept this—”
Jaetyn said, leaning towards Etta and lifting her chin to lock eyes. “—Unless I can get one promise out of you.”

“I make no promise to promise,”
Etta said, voice light despite the mood. Or maybe because of it. It was easier to be jovial than honest. “But tell me what you wish.”

“You’ll write. This tiny village of yours has a proper post office, or the guild wouldn’t’ve let them be affiliated.”

“I promise.”
She said, but Jaetyn kept talking.

“If I don’t hear from you, I’ll hike myself up there and confront you.”

“I promise.”
She repeated, only for Jaetyn to speak louder.

“You’re pursuing a ‘peaceful’ life, not becoming a hermit. You—”

“Jaetyn!”
She threw a grape tomato from her salad right into their open maw. With a cough they dropped her chin and reared back. “You’re jabbering again. I promised to write already.”

Jaetyn sighed and sat back down, chewing the tomato. Silence drifted over the table, broken only by the sound of Jaetyn chewing and Holden cutting his meat. She really had the best friends. Etta smiled at them, wistful and sad. It was almost too bad they hadn’t been able to keep adventuring together forever.

“In that case,” Jaetyn finally said with a heavy and dramatic sigh. “I guess we better drain the dear prince’s cellar drinking to celebrate your departure.” They lifted their glass, and smiled smugly. “To Etta, may your life be peaceful and boring.”


~*~*~



“Is that all you’ll need?” Praxton asked, incredulously.

“Yep.” Etta said, adjusting her pack on her lap. It wasn’t strapped to her back yet, since Praxton had insisted the first leg of her journey include a royal escort. She hadn’t been able to talk him out of it entirely, but at least she’d talked him down to just a carriage ride to the edge of the city.

“But, your herbs—”

“Most of my personal supply was used up already. Anything I purchased to resupply I had sent to the village ahead of me, it should be waiting at a depot at the base of the mountain. I also had Jaetyn help me arrange with the guild to set up a quest for labor hauling up said herbs once I’m settled.”

“Your clothing—”

“In a trunk, already waiting at that same depot. As are my journals. All just waiting for me, to make the journey with them.”

“The village is providing a home, right?”
Sabella fretted. “Small villages like that, they don’t often have any extra buildings just… laying around. There’s got to be a catch.”

“There’s a small combined warehouse and home, which was occupied by the previous herbalist.”
Etta smiled, hopeful. “The Head Villager and I exchanged some letters, and apparently none of his belongings have been removed. I’m hoping that this herbalist was a meticulous note-taker, and I might be able to learn something new from his records.”

“I’m almost offended at how excited you look.”
Jaetyn muttered. “So ready to run off and abandon us all.”

“I’d like to remind you that Holden is leaving as well.”
Etta said, looking to her right, where Jaetyn sat slumped against the side of the carriage, sulking out the window.

“Yeah, but we always knew his goal was to head home. It’s not like you’re leaving us to head back home.”

Etta frowned, wondering how to reply to that. In truth, she’d never had somewhere to feel like ‘home’. Vague memories of a stone cottage when she was very young, perhaps, followed by many years inside cold walls with lessons and trials as her companions. The ramshackle buildings she’d thrown together in a few different regions had been shelters, not homes. They’d merely been roofs over her head while she studied. The closest she’d felt to being home, to being at peace, had been on the road with the friends sitting with her in this carriage now. Holden excepted, of course, as he was back at the castle preparing for his own departure. They’d said their goodbyes already, and her back still felt bruised from that hug.

“I’m looking for a home.” Etta finally replied, after the long silence had drawn even Jaetyn’s sullen gaze. “I hoped to find one here, but after everything… I don’t know. It’s too busy. Too many eyes, too many expectations.”

Jaetyn sat up, throwing an arm over her shoulders and squeezing tight. “Sorry. I know. I just wish… your home could be closer to us, is all.”

Etta sat stiffly for a moment, then sighed and leaned into them. “Yeah. Me too. Maybe this won’t work out, and I’ll be back.”

“Naw, I’m not selfish enough to hope for that.”
Jaetyn mumbled, resting their cheek against the top of Etta’s head. “You go to that distant, tiny village. You wow ‘em, even without your magic. You find your place. And you write. Then I’ll be happy.”

“As will I.”
Praxton echoed. Etta looked at him, not surprised to see Sabella holding onto him tightly and nodding, even as she wiped copious silent tears off of her face.

“I’ll find times to visit, too.” Etta promised, surprised even as she said it. For all her denials about running away, returning hadn’t occurred to her at all before. Not even in passing. If they’d had replies to that, they were cut off when the carriage came to a stop. Sabella took in a shuddering gasp, and wiped at the tears still on her face.

“Oh, dash it. I look neither like a composed Priestess nor a regal princess.”

Etta passed her pack over to Jaetyn, and then leaned forward to kneel at Sabella’s feet and take her hands, pulling them away from her face. “Nope. You look like a mess. Thank you, Bell. I’m going to miss you and your blubbering dearly.” Sabella’s lip quivered, a sure sign the waterworks were about to begin in earnest. Gripping her hands more tightly, Etta half-rose, and pulled Sabella down into a hug. “I’ve got to go catch my stagecoach, now.”

“Good luck getting me to let go.”
Sabella murmured mutinously, gripping Etta tighter. “If I just never let go, then my friend group won’t collapse.”

“Goodness, but am I sad I’ll miss seeing you arm-wrestle Holden into submission later, then.”

“Yes. Yes you will.”
Sabella gave one last squeeze, then despite her words, released Etta. “I’m just… going to stay in the carriage.”

Etta nodded, then reached for her pack from Jaetyn. For a brief moment, they looked like they might not relinquish it, but then the rebellious look faded from their eyes and they passed it over. She really felt loved, with the way they clearly all wanted to keep her, but instead weren’t fighting her desire to leave. Mildly grouching, bemoaning, and arguing, but not fighting. Once she had the pack looped over her shoulders and verified that the stagecoach fare was still in the pouch at her hip, she headed towards the door.

A grip at her wrist stopped her.

“Wait, Etta.” Praxton pulled her back towards him, and Etta blinked. Though they were all a close knit group, the Prince was ‘proper’, and withheld himself from most physical affections. Even Sabella, his newlywed wife, had remarked upon it.

“Praxton?” Drat, she was supposed to be using his title, now that they were in the capital. “What is it?”

“A present.” He turned her hand over and dropped a small hunk of metal into it. Unsure, Etta dropped her gaze to it.

A ring. It was thick, made with a wide white metal. Around the band were entwining engravings of—vines? Thorned stems? Reflexively, she brought it closer for a better look. Stems, definitely, but those were little sprouts and buds. Herbs. These were herbs, engraved into the band and surrounding a symbol on its front. She turned the ring towards her, focusing on the symbol. Even in this miniature form, it was easy to recognize the sigil of the royal family, a flareflower. The leaves of the flareflower shone in a lustrous yellow, clearly gold. In the center of the flareflower a small gem had been set, a deep brown. The Prince had given her a ring which, if she showed it to the right people, would put her in a place of authority that was rivaled only by his own and his fathers. More than that, he’d personalized it to her.



DP: What does Etta do about the ring? Does she react well? Poorly?


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PostPosted: Wed Jul 24, 2019 6:01 pm    Post subject: Sweet sorrow Reply with quote

I'm really feeling the affection these adventurers have for each other. Pity we're getting to know them just to leave them behind.

DP-wise, graciously accept it and when she's out of sight of the others, tuck it away. Keep it secret, keep it safe... sorry couldn't help myself... but seriously, I don't think she wants a high profile where she's going, but she may need it if she gets into trouble.

Nice chapter! Looking forward to more!
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PostPosted: Wed Jul 24, 2019 6:08 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I'm so glad! It's a pretty slow start, exposition and plot wise, but I REALLY wanted to establish Etta's relationship with her friends before, you know, she left them.

Thanks for being the first commenter, by the by!

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PostPosted: Wed Jul 24, 2019 11:51 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thank him, but also ask him what he thinks she'll need it for.

This is a good chapter. I've always liked the concept of story taking place after the "plot" has already happened, or is happening somewhere else, and with slightly different phrasing, focus on slightly different things, I could easily imagine this chapter being the epilogue of some other narrative, just completed.
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PostPosted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 8:43 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Great start Noni! I agree with Lebrenth...again, that we should just take it graciously and hide it away for our future. Just for the sake of putting up a second option, maybe give her a keepsake of our own.

Here are some things that pop out to me. I'll just do them in order of the chapter.

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thumping Praxton ingloriously on the back. Etta muffled a laugh at his expense...
I'm pretty sure that you wanted to use the word ingloriously here, but just in case you meant something else I wanted to point out that it means to cause dishonor... or something along those lines.

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[b] Etta said with heavy emphasis. [b]
you forgot to close your bold command

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Sabella even slumped in her seat, all these months of regality training erased from her posture.
This line was just one instance in the way it gave us a peek in into her life and helps us really understand her and the other characters

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[b] Jaetyn said, leaning towards Etta and lifting her chin to lock eyes. [b]
you forgot to close your bold command

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he threw a grape tomato from her salad right into their open maw
Like Lebrenth said you do a really good job of showing us the dynamic of these characters. This little scene here to me speaks a lot without having to spell out anything.

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Small villages like that, they don’t often have any extra buildings just… laying around. There’s got to be a catch
I enjoyed this bit of world building here. So many time, I have been guilty of just having things exist for the story because it is convenient.
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PostPosted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 9:51 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

This is fantastic!

I think that Etta should refuse the ring and tell him that she can't take it.

Keep up the good work! Very Happy
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PostPosted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 10:57 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

I'm glad you noticed that, Ten! As the title implies, this is supposed to be the 'last chapter' of their original adventure. I'm delighted it's coming across as I intended.

I did actually mean ingloriously, as its meaning includes causing shame, not just dishonor. It's supposed to imply both Holden's disregard for Praxton's princely status, and how much stock Praxton places on it. And thank you! I remembered the bold coding at the last second before posting the chapter, so I sort of rushed that part. Edited both of those to how they should be! Thank you for noticing the world building, too.

Thank you, Wellspring!

Okay, so the current options are:
Refuse the ring, saying she can't take it.

Take the ring, but give the Prince a keepsake of our own (I think, Emperor used 'her', so I'm not sure that's what they meant)

Thank him, but ask why he thinks she'll need it.

Take the ring graciously, and tuck it away safely out of sight.


Gonna give it til the end of today, I think, before I put the poll up. This is going so much faster than I thought!

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PostPosted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 11:30 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

I really love how this chapter is written, as mentioned before the way these characters all interact is a huge show of the affection they hold towards one another and I'm hoping we'll see more of them scattered through later chapters as our lovely Etta is traveling away.

While I feel like Etta is the sort of person to refuse the ring, I feel like it'd be a good idea to have her accept it as to not make things tense. She doesn't have to wear it on her person and could always keep it tucked away somewhere safe that way she still has something to look at fondly to remember her friends.
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PostPosted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 1:45 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Poll is officially up!
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PostPosted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 1:52 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

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Great start Noni! I agree with Lebrenth...again, that we should just take it graciously and hide it away for our future. Just for the sake of putting up a second option, maybe give her a keepsake of our own.


Oooh, good thinking! That's what friends do! Second option, please.
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PostPosted: Fri Jul 26, 2019 3:01 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Somehow missed the DP stage, but managed to catch the poll and turn it into a three way tie! Cool
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PostPosted: Fri Jul 26, 2019 9:42 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Well, at least if it had to tie it's a tie between the options I can kind of combine. Thanks for reading, Chinaren!
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Novelest_Ninjagirl wrote:
Well, at least if it had to tie it's a tie between the options I can kind of combine. Thanks for reading, Chinaren!


There is always the authors power to tiebreak. Though I have always enjoyed implementing ties when I could.
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Novelest_Ninjagirl wrote:
Well, at least if it had to tie it's a tie between the options I can kind of combine. Thanks for reading, Chinaren!


There is always the authors power to tiebreak. Though I have always enjoyed implementing ties when I could.

My FAVORITE thing to do is combine ties. It's gotten me some really interesting scenes before!
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I closed the poll! Key happened to break a 3 way tie that had been going on for like, most of the day, and I didn't want to risk another tie happening. Thanks for voting!
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[Note: I edited the last paragraph of chapter one, changing starflower to flareflower because awesome ideas always come after you hit ‘post’.]

Chapter Two


“I—”

Why weren’t words coming out of her mouth? One of the many things she’d learned from her friends on their journey was how to talk. To them, to strangers, to talk at all. She wasn’t the reclusive person they’d first met, hesitant to even give them her name, no matter if she’d already offered her talents. The natural ease she’d developed around them hadn’t vanished, but it was quaking.

No, that was her.

“Your highness—”

“You can hardly start with that respectful pretense now, Etta.”
Praxton said gently.

“But—” Etta squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look into Praxton’s. It didn’t help, she could still feel his gaze boring into her. “Praxton, I hardly need this.”

“No.”
Praxton sounded amused, and Etta wondered what he was thinking. “No, Etta, you hardly need a hunk of metal to protect you. Take it anyway, for my sake.”

“Your sake?”
Etta frowned. What did Praxton expect of her, to be giving her such authority and power? Hesitantly, she made eye contact.

“Yes. Our party is disbanded, we’re all heading on our own paths. I can no longer protect my friends.” He curled her fingers around the ring. “Not with my bow, anyway. Not with my sharp eyes, or my skills. The only power I have, that you can carry with you, is the power of my title.”

“Then—”
Etta’s shoulders relaxed a little, her shoulders dropping. Then it wasn’t just her. This wasn’t a secret mission, some lofty expectation she could fail. “Okay. Okay, thank you.”

A glimmer of a scheme sparkled into her mind. Should she? It’d be a terrible idea, almost certainly. It was just as likely she’d embarrass herself, rather than Praxton. Still… Still. Etta grinned, and threw herself forward, wrapping the prince in a tight hug. He instantly stiffened, and she swallowed back her mirth, not wanting to tip her hand. Pulling back, Etta patted Praxton’s head only slightly condescendingly, and spoke.

“Poor proper Prince Praxton, can give away authority and power but can’t handle a simple hug.”

“I— you—”
Praxton looked to Sabella, clearly hoping his wife might defend him. Sabella only giggled, though, clearly immensely amused.

Etta had to go, quickly. The stagecoach wouldn’t wait, and her present wouldn’t go unnoticed long. She tucked the ring away, safely out of sight in a hidden pocket inside her overskirt. Then, quite dramatically, she opened the doors to the carriage. She stood there for a moment, arms still outstretched, and stared in front of her. Just fields, a paved road faded to dirt before it reached the horizon, and a coach. One more step, and she’d be on a whole new journey, alone again for the first time in years. She took a deep breath, and looked over her shoulder at her friends, smiling widely. Strongly.

“Thank you, my friends. I’ll see you again soon!”

And with that, she jumped out of the carriage unassisted, and shut the doors behind her.


~*~*~

“Did she look back?” Jaetyn mumbled, watching Sabella as she watched Etta.

“You have a window, too, Jaetyn.” Sabella answered in reply, turning away from hers. “You could have watched.”

“No,”
Jaetyn said, slouching further. “No, I couldn’t.”

“If your regrets were this strong, why didn’t you try to stop her?”
Sabella said. “Of all of us, maybe you could have stopped her.”

“What do you think I did?”

“You researched where she was going. You helped her find a depot for her things, and arranged for transport of those things.”
Sabella scowled at them. “You all but kicked her out the door. You certainly didn’t—”

The carriage jolted, then began to rumble. That was it, then. Etta’s stagecoach must have left, if they were already returning to the castle. Jaetyn sighed, and flicked a glance towards their window. It faced the wrong way, just like they’d intended. If Etta wasn’t going to look back, they weren’t going to tie her down with unwanted sentiment. They wouldn’t watch her go.

“I didn’t what, Sabella?” Jaetyn said, looking at her, their expression deadpan.

“You— urgh.” Sabella crossed her arms. “Are you going to feign ignorance now? Only Etta didn’t notice how you felt, Jaetyn, and that’s because you always bickered with her.”

“Bickering is fun,”
Jaetyn was avoiding the question, of course. They sat up straighter, sighing again.

“You could have told her you love her.” Praxton cut into the tension with his soft statement.

Jaetyn flinched. “I don’t love her.” They leaned their head against the carriage wall, grateful for the rhythmic thumping as it clattered over the cobblestone road. “I just… could have. If we’d had the chance. But... I’ve just been smitten.” They swallowed, then sighed. “Smitten isn’t enough to ask her to stay where she isn’t happy.”

“... Sending her where she’d be happier, even if it made you miserable.”
Praxton gently took Sabella’s hand. “That sounds like love to me, Jaetyn.”

Jaetyn huffed, and lifted their head. “Everything sounds like love to newlyweds.”

There was a tense silence in the carriage, before Jaetyn sighed. Again. They seemed to be capable of little else. “I’m sorry. I don’t begrudge the two of you your happiness.” Jaetyn smiled, and finally looked properly at their friends. “I truly am happy for— what’s in your hair?”

Both of them blinked, then reached up. Praxton’s fingers touched the foreign object in his hair, and then gripped it with confusion. Jaetyn watched, with dawning realization, as he pulled a hairstick from his bun. Unlike the finely crafted works of art that adorned Sabella’s long black hair, or the expertly woven silk ribbon that tied Praxton’s into a high bun, it was simple and carved from wood.

“It’s Etta’s.” They spoke in unison, then laughed, and all began speaking at once.

“She finally got you!” Jaetyn.

“I can’t believe— when did she—” Praxton.

“She used the hug! How clever~!” Sabella.

As the laughter faded, Jaetyn smiled. Even as she was speeding off towards new horizons, Etta had managed to dispel the tension. Gods, they were going to miss her. She really better write.

~*~*~

She looked back. At the last second, just before putting her foot onto the coach, Etta looked back. She hadn’t meant to, of course. Maybe it was because only one of her buns had a hair stick, now. Her head was lopsided. Of course it would turn towards the carriage. It wasn’t because she was already missing her friends. It wasn’t because she’d just realized how lonely she might be, if she didn’t find what she was looking for at this village. Of course not.

Of course not.

Shaking it off, Etta climbed into the coach, and found her seat. The pack resumed its place on her lap, and she looped her arms around it. That made her think of hugging Praxton. She wondered if he’d noticed the hairpin yet, or if someone would have to tell him. He might’ve noticed it as she did it, of course. She hadn’t given him time to call her out on it. As the stagecoach rumbled along the path, Etta sighed, and rested her forehead on her pack. She’d given the prince a stick of wood she had haphazardly carved for her own hair. Good friend or not, that was embarrassing in hindsight.

“Are you sick?”

Etta lurched, lifting her head and looking around her, at her seatmates. In this direction, the stage mainly focused on delivering mail. As such, the coach was mildly more roomy than normal. There were three benches of seats. One at the back of the coach, one directly across from it, and a third facing front, pressing backs with the middle bench. Each bench could hold three, if they touched hips. She sat in the back bench, between a matron with her child on her lap, and an old man who was asleep and snoring, despite his head thumping against the window. Across from her were two empty seats, and one young man who was taking advantage of the space by stretching his bandaged leg. Who had spoken?

“I’m sorry, who—”

“Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just in the line of fire, so to speak.”


Ah, it’d been the young man across from her who had spoken.

“Line of fire?” Oh that’s right, he had asked if she was sick. “No, no. I’m not going to puke.” The child, unabashedly listening in, giggled.

“Just left and it’s already homesickness?” It was the matron that spoke this time, looking at her gently and sympathetically.

“Ah, not quite.” How odd, the womans sympathy felt like a coat that was one size too small. It warmed, but exposed Etta’s cold spots all the more strongly. “I’m just… missing my friends.”

“Oh, I understand that!”
The young man burst out, before lowering his voice when the old man snortled in his sleep. “I’m on my way back home, can’t work with a busted leg.” He patted the offending limb. “Gonna miss the other apprentices in the city, though.”

“What happened?”

“A shelf collapsed, and I was under it.”
He shrugged one shoulder, a touch too nonchalantly. “My master ordered me to head home to heal, and not to come back if I didn’t.”

“You couldn’t heal in the capital?”

“The workshops on a second floor, and the fare home is cheaper than visiting a Priestess. Aren’t enough of them to go around.”


He spoke jovially, but Etta only nodded somberly. Priestesses were the ones that worshiped the spirits, purifying themselves in sacred bodies of water, and allowing themselves to earn the ability to enact healing magic. The way Sabella described it was that it was a transfer. The Priestess pours her purity into the body of the wounded, and that increases their souls natural ability to heal. It might look like miracles to the uninitiated, but it had its limit. No matter their magical ability, a priestess could only hold so much purity within themselves, and so to continue their magic without harming themselves, they had to regain it from the holy waters. Not to mention they still had to learn the appropriate circles to channel their magic.

Which meant that Priestesses were high in demand and low in supply, especially in a highly populated area like the Capital. Herbalists were more common, but less effective. It was a harsh reality, and one Etta herself was taking advantage of. If every village could afford a Priestess, they wouldn’t need an herbalist. Etta mentally shook it off.

“I hope you heal quickly.” Etta said, smiling as politely as she could manage, before looking out the window.

Her view of the already small window was partially obscured by the old man using it as the world's worst pillow, but it served the purpose she’d meant it to. The young man stopped speaking, instead leaning into his seat and rubbing almost absently at his leg. For the next few hours, the only sounds in their corner of the stagecoach were the old man’s snoring and the child’s occasional complaint. Etta contented herself with watching the passing scenery.

Eventually, the stage coach arrived at the next stop. One of the passengers in the front bench disembarked, but was quickly replaced by two new people. Etta didn’t get a good glimpse of the first, as they were assigned the seat in the front, but the second of which had purchased a window seat. The young man apologized, and stood. Etta watched out of the corner of her eye, as he rested his weight on his good leg and stabilized himself with one hand on the ceiling of the coach. She mostly ignored the gentlemen who took his place by the window, and instead locked eyes with the young man. In order to sit down, he’d have to bend his injured leg, and keep it that way for hours at a time. Etta’s hands clenched.

“Sit in the middle, and put your leg in my lap.”

Had she just said that?



DP: Decide either Etta’s or the young mans next action!


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PostPosted: Sun Jul 28, 2019 5:49 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

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“Everything sounds like love to newlyweds.”

Touché! Good retort.

There's a lot of depth of story in each action, we're filling in a lot of good backstory and setting. I have to note that of the last two chapters we have a few short lines devoted to why we're leaving, and several pages of reasons why we shouldn't. I'm tempted to ask for more details of why she is leaving, but I won't. Why she's leaving is about deep personal needs for growth or change, and how that enfolds is emotionally significant. Even the long separation is about untangling herself from emotional bonds so she can pursue her new goals without complications.

I'd really like a more consequential DP, though. We've already offered to help him and the young man would be foolish not to accept. I don't see much to debate. Would the matron try to get us thrown out for indecency or something?

We should also treat him with our herbalist skills. That's what she wants to get better at and here we have our first patient literally dropped onto our lap. I would also do it for free, assuming we can afford to.
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PostPosted: Sun Jul 28, 2019 7:47 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

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Etta grinned, and threw herself forward, wrapping the prince in a tight hug. He instantly stiffened, and she swallowed back her mirth ...
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....Jaetyn watched, with dawning realization, as he pulled a hairstick from his bun.


Ahhhhhhh you tricked me! Sneaky-sneakerton! I love it. I was getting ready to comment about how I liked how the interpersonal played out but I felt a little cheated with just a hug - and then you tricked me. Made me smile.

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“... Sending her where she’d be happier, even if it made you miserable.” Praxton gently took Sabella’s hand. “That sounds like love to me, Jaetyn.”
Indeed.

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The way Sabella described it was that it was a transfer. The Priestess pours her purity into the body of the wounded, and that increases their souls natural ability to heal.
I really like this idea and the mechanics of it. I don't know if you are interested or not but I think it has some great possibilities for sub plot with loopholes and perhaps tying it in with our healer stuff. Just something to think about.

Alas Lebrenth has the best idea out of the gate with practicing our craft on the guys leg.
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PostPosted: Sun Jul 28, 2019 9:22 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

I have been laying it on a little thick why she wouldn't leave, to emphasize her friendships. I'll work on that in the next chapters.

Honestly I didn't intend for this scene to happen, and the next chance for a DP isnt for a while. This was to break up the chapters rather than post something exceedingly long.

I'm glad you felt tricked! I was just going to have her hand it over but this felt like it had way more character.

It's good you're enjoying the way healing mechanics work. We're just dipping our toe into this universe's magic, don't worry.

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PostPosted: Mon Jul 29, 2019 2:33 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I had two readers who didn't have time to post (Adryrn and Sapphire) who also agreed with the suggestion of her treating him with her herbalism. Since there's no dissent, I'm going to go ahead and write the next chapter.

My bad about the lack of consequences to the DP! I'll work on that and make sure there's a better one for the next chapter.

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PostPosted: Mon Jul 29, 2019 10:25 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Just caught up!

I'm loving how you're taking time to establish the interplay between the characters, and how they feel about each other. There seems to be a really nice base to build a story on, and I'm excited to see where this leads.

Just a couple of things I wanted to say:

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They’d said their goodbyes already, and her back still felt bruised from that hug.


Loved this line!

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She’d given the prince a stick of wood she had half-hazardly carved for her own hair


I think you meant "haphazardly"?

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It might look like miracles to the uninitiated, but it had its limit. No matter their magical ability, a priestess could only hold so much purity within themselves, and so to continue their magic without harming themselves, they had to regain it from the holy waters. Not to mention they still had to learn the appropriate circles to channel their magic.


Loving this concept as well. Really excited to see how this will play out.

I don't really have a new DP option to suggest now, so I'm just going to be waiting on the next chapter Very Happy
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PostPosted: Mon Jul 29, 2019 10:27 pm    Post subject: Chapter Three Reply with quote

[My bad for the insufficient DP, hopefully this chapters is better!]

Chapter Three



“Is that okay?”

Oh good, he’d spoken. Etta thought he was going to just keep staring at her, dumbfounded. If she’d been with her friends, she’d laugh. She’d joke, say something like ‘of course not, that’s why I offered, because I hate the thought’ and then she’d force them to do as she said. This wasn’t one of her friends though. Etta sat up straighter. This was a patient.

“Yes. Please.” She reached for the chain hanging from her neck, pulling the metal pendant out from under her clothes. “I’m an official guild herbalist. I’d disgrace my profession if I let you sit there in pain when I had a solution.”

“Uh… as you say, then.”
He mumbled.

Had she startled him? The guild tag was new, but it wasn’t special. Everyone who registered at the adventurers guild received something similar, with their guild rank, profession, and name embossed into it. Etta glanced back at it, running her thumb over the steel for a moment. Maybe she was making him uncomfortable— or worse, he was hesitant because he thought she expected payment. She had just lifted her head to reassure him otherwise when he managed to sit in the middle seat, holding his leg aloft.

Oh! Her pack was in the way. She quickly dropped it to the floor, pulling out her cloak as she did. She folded the fabric a few times, then set it down on her lap. Gently, she took his leg in her hands, and lowered it to the fabric. His leg was slightly longer than she’d supposed. Settled against her hip, his foot was in a shoe, and his ankle didn’t appear to be bandaged. That meant his pain was likely centered at his knee, which he had been nursing earlier. Etta wondered how it had been bandaged, what sort of salve had been applied beforehand.

“M’names Kares.”

“Hmm?”
Etta lifted her eyes up from his leg, her train of thought broken. “I’m sorry?”

“Frankly speakin’, introductions should happen before any part of me is in a ladies lap, right?”
The young man— Kares— said, scratching bashfully at his face.

“Oh.” Etta tried to ignore the fact that the matron was openly giggling at them. “My name is Etta.” She leaned forward and extended the guild tag so he could see.

“Etta Burnes,” Kares read, “Herbalist, Guild Rank C.”

“That’s me.”
A good ranking. Not high enough to draw notice, not so low she’d be underestimated or discriminated against. Jaetyn really had looked out for her.

“Then, the reason you’re leaving your friends…?”

“I took a job, up in the mountains.”
Etta lifted her pack up, careful not to jostle Kares leg, and reached into a well padded pocket. “May I?” She held up the small jar of salve.

“I don’t— that is—”

“It’s thanks.”
Etta said, “For caring enough to ask if I was feeling sick, earlier.”

“What is it?”
Kares asked, looking curiously at the jar.

“A salve for general pain relief, intended for sore muscles. It’s made with menthe herb and merrybloom, infused in a mixture of beeswax and carrier oils.” Etta opened the jar, and the fragrant woodsy scent of the two filled the coach. “There’s a slightly warm tingle when you apply it, then it fades to a chilling sensation, which relaxes tense muscles. It’ll reduce inflammation if that’s a problem, as well.”

“Huh.”
Kares smiled. “You’re a lot more talkative when it’s about herbs. Ah, if you two misses don’t mind,” Kares nodded both towards Etta and the now thoroughly flattered matron, “Then I’ll take you up on that.”

Kares edged up his pant leg, pulling it until it went just past his knee. Though his knee was bandaged, his leg was covered in bruises both above and below it. The darkest ones were lines, running parallel to each other down his leg. They must have been from the shelves he mentioned. Around them were irregular bruises of varying shapes and sizes, no doubt inflicted by whatever had been stored on the shelves themselves. The bandage itself was neat, at least, cleanly cut strips of undyed cloth. He hadn’t mentioned seeing any sort of physician, so she’d half expected torn up strips of sheet. She began unwinding it, wrapping the bandage around itself as she did to keep it clean.

His knee was banged up, swollen, and bruised a vibrant sunset of purples and reds. She gently probed it with her fingertips, ignoring both Kares wincing and her pangs of guilt at causing him pain. His knee had been dislocated, and then popped back into place. Though he wasn’t wearing a splint now, if she went off of how well it seemed to be healing already, he most likely took it off for travel in the cramped coach. The bandages had been doing a good job of limiting his motions, as well.

“This was dislocated, who put it back into place?”

“Ah, my master. He also did the splinting and bandaging.”

“He did a decent job. Make sure you get that splint back on when you arrive, but don’t wear it constantly, or your knee will heal weak. Give it a little time, then begin gentle exercises.”
Etta dipped her fingers into the salve, and began to smooth it over his leg, starting at his knee. “Try to get as much dairy as you can into your diet. Fish and egg yolks, too.” Etta closed her eyes, mentally flipping through the books she had read. “Ah, green vegetables, too. Things like kale.”

“... Thank you.”


Etta lifted her head, surprised by the gentle reverence in his voice. “I — it’s nothing. Just some salve and advice.”

“It’s my leg.”
Kares gave a soft, anxious chuckle. “It’s not nothing to me.”

Awkward, Etta fell silent, dropping her gaze to her work and focusing on it. Once she’d finished rubbing the salve into the wound, she began to rewind the bandage around his knee, compressing it so it didn’t slip out of place while it healed. If she’d had her things, she would have used a new bandage. It bothered her, reusing this one. It also bothered her, the tone he’d had in his voice. She pulled the leg of his pants back over his wounds.

“I’ve seen worse,” Etta said bleakly, before repeating herself more calmly. “I’ve seen worse, but I should not have underestimated the effect this had on you. I apologize.”

“... Thank you.”
He mumbled, looking away and scratching at his face. “But I’ll be alright eventually. I have to be grateful for that.”

‘I’ll be alright eventually’, he said it so sincerely Etta felt a pang of envy. His wounds were physical, and he knew they’d heal. He could trust they would heal. Would hers? Would the nightmares stop? If she told him, right now, that she was Ninette Rothburn, would the adoring eyes still sting? Would he expect her to bear the weight of greatness she no longer carried?

Her own name felt like an imposters now, and so she had changed it. Erased letters the way she hoped to erase her past. Cut out all the excess, all the ‘great things’ she had achieved and keep only the great things she’d loved. Remove the memories of an enemy throne room torn apart by war and lightning, keep the ones of a happy meal around a campfire. Wash away the sight of deep red blood, reminisce on sunrises staining the sky pink, instead. Etta reached up to rub her eyes, remembered just in time that she still had salve on her hands.

“Here.” The voice was cold, but the gentleman was extending her a handkerchief nonetheless.

“Thank you.” She took it, and wiped off her hands, hoping the dreary mood would go with it.


~*~*~



“What a long ride.” Etta murmured to herself, stretching.

The stagecoach had taken three days to arrive at Peltagrow, this bustling town at the base of a mountain. Each night, when the sky grew too dark for safe travel, they had stopped at an inn, and left again in the morning, soon as dawn touched the sky. Kares had borrowed her lap for his injured leg for the first two days. The last stop of the stage at the second night had turned out to be his destination, and his family had picked him up from the inn. Etta smiled smugly, remembering the way she had snuck the rest of her salve to his elder sister. He had tried to turn it down when she offered, but his sister had had no such reserves. The jar had been nearly empty, anyway. It would last him the weeks he’d need to heal, but not much longer.

Still, as long as the ride had been, and as sore as sitting had left her, it felt odd to be so near to her destination. Etta stepped to the side of a building, sticking close to it to avoid foot traffic, and pulled a letter out of the pouch at her hip. She scanned through it, looking for the information she needed.

— and my son will be at the Peltagrow North mountain path at midday on the day you specified, to personally escort you to our town, Axes Rest. His name is—

Etta glanced up at the sky, using the sun to gauge the hour. It was still a solid two hours until midday, so she had some time to burn. She refolded the letter, and replaced it in her pouch. Leaning forward slightly to look at the town, Etta reflected on what she had read about it. Peltagrow was mainly a trading town, since it was near plains to grow food, the mountain forest for it’s herbs and lumber, and a river for ease of transport as well as regular water. They had a daily exchange of goods, as well as a twice monthly market that drew people in from neighboring smaller towns to buy and sell. Somewhere in this town was the depot where she had stored her herbs and belongings, though they would stay there until she had seen Axes Rest, and the home they provided.

She closed her eyes, and focused on the scents. There was horseflesh, of course, sweating under the late summer sky. The smell of bread, too, standing in stark contrast to the salt of the animals, so she must be near at least one bakery. Smoke, from the ovens and from the forges of the blacksmiths, but she only suspected the later because of the clang of metal on metal in the distance. Her ears rang, but not from that.

There was an endless chatter of voices, raised over the sound of each other. Traders were hawking their wares to travelers that came from all directions, the savvy were yelling right back, haggling their prices down. Those settled enough to own stores or restaurants were hailing people inside. A few feet away she could hear a small child throwing a tantrum, and what she thought was their mother, apologizing to those nearby in a defeated voice. It was smaller than the capital, but still just as busy. She wouldn’t want to live here, but with two hours of time to spend, what should she do?



DP: Etta is at Peltagrow, with two hours to kill. What does she do?
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PostPosted: Mon Jul 29, 2019 10:35 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thanks Vishal! I'm so glad you liked that line, because I really did too. I did mean haphazardly, and I went back and edited that. Also good to see people enjoying the magic system so far! I tend to info dump things like that, so I'm trying to stagger it out this time.
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PostPosted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 6:13 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Treating the leg ended up more tense than I expected. Good to know more about her past. She apparently has a lot to try to put behind her. We'll do our best to maintain anonymity, though I wonder if we're just burying the feelings instead of working with them.

For the DP, it would be a good idea to seek out fresh ingredients for medicine. She won't have as much to choose from in the little town. She should keep an ear out for local gossip and advice as well.
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PostPosted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 2:24 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

I'm with Lebrenth on the DP. Get all the supplies that we'll need, and keep an eye (and a ear) out for anything that may prove useful later on.
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PostPosted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 2:27 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

She spends her time in a place of peace and quiet. A library, maybe, or a garden.
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PostPosted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 12:28 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

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— or worse, he was hesitant because he thought she expected payment.
I'm glad this line was here, because it would have been exactly what I was thinking if I were that young man - and it shows that she is aware of such nuisances.

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“A salve for general pain relief, intended for sore muscles. It’s made with menthe herb and merrybloom, infused in a mixture of beeswax and carrier oils.” Etta opened the jar, and the fragrant woodsy scent of the two filled the coach. “There’s a slightly warm tingle when you apply it, then it fades to a chilling sensation, which relaxes tense muscles. It’ll reduce inflammation if that’s a problem, as well.”
Soooo this next comment is merely something to keep in mind. The good part of this is that it shows her level of understanding and experience as a healer, which is good and we want her to be believable.
The part I wanted to mention for the future is that, while this one isn't too dense, to be careful with how detailed and nuanced you spell everything out as she plies her craft - barring of course it is essential to the story as a whole. When Resio and I were writing Thorns and Steel it was one of those things that I know for myself I had a hard time balancing.

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“It’s my leg.” Kares gave a soft, anxious chuckle. “It’s not nothing to me.”
I really liked this line and the possible impact that it might carry going forward.

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There was horseflesh, of course, sweating under the late summer sky. The smell of bread, too, standing in stark contrast to the salt of the animals...
Lovely, just lovely.

As for DP, assuming that she has had almost every moment of her life shaped, guided and watched, maybe its time to do something that she has always wanted but would have been chastised for at "home".
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PostPosted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 1:40 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Lebrenth, I didn't want to make light of an injury bad enough to send someone home, and so things ended up being a lil tense. Glad it came across!

Emperor, I'm glad you noticed! Etta's had an interesting set of life experiences, but she hasn't completely lost track of how commonfolk think.

I do appreciate the heads up on getting too descriptive, it's a pitfall I'm watching out for. Since this is the first time it's coming up in the story, I wanted to be a bit more descriptive. Plus, it's in character for Etta to over explain.

I really appreciate the way you pick out particular lines! It gets me excited to write more.


So far the options are:

Seek out medicinal resources, keeping an ear out for gossip.

Spends her time somewhere quiet, like a garden or a library.

Does something she's wanted to do but was prevented from in the past.

(And Adryrn, my beta reader, suggested this off-site)

Stretch her legs by walking around and finding something to eat.

I'm gonna put the poll up sometime within the next few hours, thanks a bunch for the suggestions so far guys!

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PostPosted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 3:29 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Chapter Three poll officially live!
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PostPosted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 3:41 pm    Post subject: Following my own lead. Reply with quote

Voted for my own option Smile Looking forward to the next chapter!
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PostPosted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 10:19 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Voted! For some reason, I have a feeling that the next chapter is going to be crucial to the rest of the story, so I'm super excited for it Very Happy
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Took me a while, but caught up and voted and winning* Cool





*Well, tied it.
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PostPosted: Sun Aug 04, 2019 9:20 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I closed the poll!

What does Etta do in her two hours in Peltagrow?
Seek out medicinal resources, keeping an ear out for gossip.
44% [ 4 ]
Spends her time somewhere quiet, like a garden or a library.
11% [ 1 ]
Does something she's wanted to do but was prevented from in the past.
44% [ 4 ]
Stretch her legs by walking around and finding something to eat.
0% [ 0 ]
Total Votes : 9
Who Voted: Adryrn, Chinaren, Emperor, Key, Lebrenth, Sapphire_Rayne, ten11, Vishal Muralidharan, Wellspring



In truth I THOUGHT I'd closed the poll before the tie re-happened, but I hadn't, so I guess I'll figure out a way for both!

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PostPosted: Sat Aug 10, 2019 2:10 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hey guys, no new chapter yet. Hit a bit of a block, and even though I forced out a whopping 950 words, I reread them this morning and scrapped the whole thing. Next chapter is still on it's way, though!
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PostPosted: Sat Aug 10, 2019 6:41 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

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Hey guys, no new chapter yet. Hit a bit of a block, and even though I forced out a whopping 950 words, I reread them this morning and scrapped the whole thing. Next chapter is still on it's way, though!


Ouch. Nothing like having to just burn everything you did and start over. Just wow!
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PostPosted: Sat Aug 10, 2019 7:42 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

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Hit a bit of a block, and even though I forced out a whopping 950 words, I reread them this morning and scrapped the whole thing.

Sometimes it's necessary to get the the good stuff. You'll get there!
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PostPosted: Sun Aug 11, 2019 2:10 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

((thanks guys! I did get there, I'd like to think))

Chapter Four


Perhaps Peltagrow merchants stocked different herbs than the capital. Resolute, Etta nodded to herself, and pushed into the flow of foot traffic. The bustling grew louder as people crowded against each other, pushing forward to find their way. She made a guess at a direction, and watched the stalls as she walked. The food stands melted away into more unique fare, the kind people would step out of the way for. Etta stopped in front of one fair to bursting with greenery, pushing through the other customers for a better look.

The seller had packed the herbs tightly into wooden boxes set at an angle, and tied them into small bundles with strips of cloth dyed in a variety of colors. Merrybloom and menthe herb popped out to her first, reminding her of the gifted jar of salve. There were some flareflowers, freshly picked with bright yellow petals. Etta closed her eyes, mentally flicking through her memories. Flareflowers had a growing season of mid summer to early fall, so they’d be in high supply right now, but not for much longer. Nodding to herself, she shimmied as politely as she could to the front of the stand, ducking under the arms of another customer. She caught the eye of the seller, motioning towards the flareflowers, menthe herb, and merrybloom.

“Could I get three bundles of each?” Etta paused, looking at the cloths themselves, and thinking of Praxton. “And— do you make these cloths yourself?”

“That’ll be 3 silvers, but for 4 silvers, I’ll throw in some ribbons.”
The seller said, elevating the status of their meager cloth strips to that of ‘ribbons’.

“3 silvers for the herbs,” Etta said, surprised at how reasonably the herbs were actually priced, “But I’ll pay you 25 coppers for just one ribbon.”

“50 for two,”
The seller lobbied back, “And I’ll even let you pick the color.”

“Deal,”
Etta said, before adding, “Do you have blue-green?”

The seller nodded, leaning back and calling over their shoulder at their son. Etta passed over the coins, and within a few moments she had her bundles of herbs packed neatly into her bag. She kept the cloth strips clutched in her hand, once again stepping out of the flow of foot traffic. They weren’t on level with Praxton’s finely woven ribbons, dyed deep royal colors with expensive flowers, but they were pretty. They’d caught her eye, and she deserved a small celebration. Etta reached up and tied the strips of fabric around her braided buns, tucking the ends underneath. She couldn’t see her handiwork, and it might even look odd with her singular hairstick, but Etta was content.

What to do with the rest of her time? She could find more herbs, but her pack had limited space as it was. Her stomach growled, deciding for her how she’d spend the rest of her time. Her pack might be full, but her belly clearly wasn’t. She marched off towards the nearest food stand, hoping the lines wouldn’t be too long.


~*~*~


Ginneon had very few excellent qualities, especially when compared to his family. He wasn’t as intelligent as his father, as charismatic as his late mother, or as talented as his sister. He was passable at communicating with people, and decent at chopping and carving wood. What he was, was punctual. Ginneon Leigh Woodensworn, best horse rider of his admittedly small village, had never been late.

Until today.

Today, of course, nothing had gone right. His horse had been strangely swollen, and it had taken nearly two hours to discover that she wasn’t sick, she’d simply been fed too many apples by some sneaky children who loved her. Then he’d had to scold them, then he’d gotten scolded by their mothers, since he was ‘only a lad himself’ in their eyes. Then he’d finally managed to get his cart hooked up to his horse, and made his way down the mountain.

Of course, because he was there hours later than he’d intended, Peltagrow was already at its busiest by the time he arrived. Which meant navigating the roads with his horse and cart was an absolute nightmare. He’d still had time, though, so he’d thought he could get the mail for Axes Rest from Peltagrow’s Post Office— his usual reason for coming— before he addressed his secondary reason. Then he’d gotten to the post office, only to discover they were having an even worse morning than him.

He hadn’t quite followed their comical explanation, including a knocked over vase of water, drying magic that led to fire, a hastily thrown planter of dirt, and a shelf coming undone, but he’d been able to see the carnage well enough himself. Adding his efforts to those of the Peltagrow’s post’s had sped up the process of re-sorting the knocked over mail, but not quite enough. When he stepped out of the Peltagrow Post Office, small burlap sack of mail for Axes Rest over his shoulder, it was already midday.

Shit.

Ginneon nearly started running. It’d get him there faster, for sure, but they’d have to come back to the Post Office to get his horse and cart anyway, or their trip up the mountain would double. Instead, Ginneon heaved one deep, cathartic sigh, and lumbered back up onto the seat of his cart. He dropped the bag of mail into the space behind him with a decisive and satisfying thunk.

“Let’s do this, then, Charity.” He mumbled, flicking the reins.

They pushed themselves through traffic as quickly as he could possibly manage, his nerves on fire, but it was still a slog. None of the people crowding the market had any interest in letting him by. At half past midday, Ginneon at long last pulled up at the entrance to the North mountain path. There wasn’t anyone there. There was only Ginneon, his cart, and the decorative wooden archway that rose over the cobblestone path. He sat numbly, holding loosely onto Charity’s reins. He was late, had the herbalist left? They’d waited months for a response to their guild listing, and only this herbalist had shown any interest.

Shit agai— wait.

To his relief, someone stepped onto the path behind him. Holding his breath, he turned in his seat. A young woman stood at the entrance to the path, panting. If this was Etta Burnes, she wasn’t what he’d pictured. Odelron had emenated bitterness in every lanky, limping step, with stern grey eyes and greyer hair. He couldn’t see Miss Etta’s — assuming still that he was, in fact, looking at Miss Etta— eyes from here, but her hair alone had more life than he’d ever seen in Odelron. Her hair was a light brown touched with sunset-bloom red. Most of it was twisted into two braided buns on the crown of her head, but thick tresses of it rebelled wildly against them, hanging in curls over one eye and at the sides of her face.

They locked eyes, and Ginneon flushed as he realized he’d been caught staring. He opened his mouth, hoping some sort of explanation would helpfully fall out. Where would he start, though? Explaining he was comparing her to Odelron? What if she wasn’t the herbalist, and he offended her by comparing her to an old man? Wait, even if she was the herbalist, he had still just stared blankly. Oh damn, and it was too late to try laughing it off like his mother would have.

“I’m sorry!” Strange, Ginneon hadn’t realized he’d spoken— wait, no, that had been Miss Etta. “I’m almost never late, I’m so sorry—”

“I’m late too.”
He blurted out, then he scratched his head. “I don’t want to assume, but are you—”

“Etta Burnes, guild herbalist.”
She interjected, stepping up closer to the cart. “And you?”

“Ginneon Woodensworn,”
Did he have a fancy title to add like she did? ‘Village Head’s Son’ was a mouthful. ‘Post Worker’ was accurate, but not relevant. “Your escort.” Well, that was at least better than ‘post worker’.

“Thank goodness,” She said, grinning widely up at him and resting a hand on the edge of the cart. “I was worried I’d missed you. It’s impossible to get through this town.”

“First time I’ve ever been late, and I still arrived first.”
Ginneon gave a strangled laugh, unable to resist the relief flowing through him. “Not that I could tell. I’d worried you gave up on us.”

“Not at all! Is this our conveyance?”
She patted the cart, where her hand still rested.

“Ah, yes,” Ginneon adjusted to offer her more space, then extended a hand towards her. “It’s three hours even with Charity’s help, double that if you try walking.”


~*~*~


Etta gripped his hand firmly, braced her foot on the lower edge of the cart, and allowed herself to be leveraged up into the seat. She shrugged off her pack, setting it gently next to the bag already sitting in the carts storage area. She hadn’t been expecting the cart, but it definitely made things easier for her. Once she had her footing, Ginneon flicked the reins. The cart began to roll slowly over the cobbled road, and after a few feet, the stones gave way to a dirt trodden path, angled slightly up into the trees.

“Charity is the horse?” Etta asked, settling into the seat.

“Yes, I bought her as a foal off a cranky old man that, when I tried to haggle him too low, exclaimed ‘this isn’t a charity, boy!’” Ginneon’s attempt at mimicking an old man's voice left something to be desired, but Etta laughed anyway.

“So you paid what he asked, but got the last laugh by naming the horse Charity?”

“Exactly. Ah, Sorry, I should be more professional, right?”
He reached up, pushing ineffectually at the hair in his eyes.

“Do you want to be?” Etta asked.

“What a question. I’m acting as your official escort in place of my father, so shouldn’t I—”

“— hup hup hup,”
Etta interrupted him smoothly, holding her hand palm out. “Let’s leave off ‘should’. If I wanted pomp and proper procedure, I’d’ve stayed in the capital.”

He fell silent, and Etta belatedly realized she was already treating him like she might a friend. How odd, that she’d be at ease so quickly with a stranger. Perhaps it was the way he’d looked just as rushed as she felt, or that he hadn’t hestitated to admit to being late as well, even though she’d arrived afterwards and wouldn’t have known. Or maybe it was the way he looked like he was hiding behind the black hair hanging in his face, like she’d done so long ago. Or maybe… Not so long ago. She tugged thoughtfully on the lock of hair that covered her eye.

There was a long stretch of silence as they traveled, that Ginneon eventually broke. “Then… what do you want, Miss Etta?” He asked slowly, like he wanted to take the question back even as it left his mouth.

“From you?” Etta asked, resting her chin on her hand, and bracing her elbow against her knee. “What a question. Honesty, I suppose.”

“Honesty?”
Ginneon asked, sounding shocked, though she couldn’t tell if her statement had offended him or not. He wasn’t making eye contact, focused forward on the road instead. Were they going faster?

“Yes. I’m going to be blunt with you, and I’d like some candor from you in return.” If Etta was going to gamble her trust on anyone, he seemed like a good pick. Honesty begets honesty, after all. “The listing for this job has been up at the guild for three months, and in that time, I’m the first to even inquire after more details. On top of that, because you set the request for E or D, I agreed to a wage below the average for my guild rank. You— the village of Axes Rest— probably feel tempted to lie and make this place seem more appealing, hoping to get me to stay. Don’t. The truth won’t scare me off, and I’ll likely appreciate your honesty.”

“I don’t— that is—”

“Don’t worry, I don’t expect the whole town to follow that request. From what I’ve seen it’s almost second nature to talk up your hometown to strangers. All I’m asking is at least one person I can trust to be straight with me.”
Etta held up a single finger, emphasizing her point. “And, Ginneon, I’d like that to be you. You were rather open about being late, after all.”

“I… then… then you should probably be less relaxed right now.”
He said softly, almost guiltily.

“Why’s that?”

“Monster attacks have gotten worse on this road, and I think Charity just heard something.”




DP! How do Etta and Ginneon handle the potential attacks? You can speak for either character or both~!


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PostPosted: Mon Aug 12, 2019 6:39 am    Post subject: We can't stop here, it's monster country. Reply with quote

Nice chapter! I liked the imagery of the markets, especially the herbs.

Not sure what we have at our disposal, but perhaps the herbalist has some kind of repellent? Some nasty smelling concoction intended to keep beasties away might be enough to dissuade attacks. If not, perhaps we can try meeting up with another group of travelers to get safety in numbers. If none available, perhaps just get ready for a fight. I'd be especially wary of attacks from trees and cliffs directly over us.
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PostPosted: Wed Aug 14, 2019 9:33 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thanks Lebrenth! I didn't want to introduce too many new herbs so I didn't do a complete list of what's for sale.

And noting down your ideas!

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PostPosted: Thu Aug 15, 2019 12:25 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

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Then he’d had to scold them, then he’d gotten scolded by their mothers, since he was ‘only a lad himself’ in their eyes.
This was a very pretty and well set scene.

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her hair was a light brown touched with sunset-bloom red.
Very nice

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Ginneon-- I guess its time for Charity to work off those apples, lets get some speed up and see if we can at least spot what we are getting into.
Etta -- Ask G what we might have for protection.
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PostPosted: Sat Aug 17, 2019 12:36 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I'd let Gideon take the lead in dealing with the monsters. If he's familiar with them he should know how they're usually handled.

I really like the name "Charity" for the horse.

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PostPosted: Sat Aug 17, 2019 4:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Key wrote:
I'd let Gideon take the lead in dealing with the monsters. If he's familiar with them he should know how they're usually handled.

I really like the name "Charity" for the horse.

Smile


Can I say I love the fact that (presumably because of some autocorrect) you got Ginneon's name wrong while complimenting what he named his horse?

I'm giving someone who requested I wait a little more time, but I'll be putting a poll up sometime within the next few days.



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Ginneon-- I guess its time for Charity to work off those apples, lets get some speed up and see if we can at least spot what we are getting into.
Etta -- Ask G what we might have for protection.

I hadn't even thought of it before, but I love the callback to Charity's extra snack earlier today. I'll probably end up incorporating that! and thanks as always for the specific lines you pointed out, I appreciate it.
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PostPosted: Sat Aug 17, 2019 8:51 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The new poll is up! For those curious, the third suggestion, "Ginneon wields a hidden weapon against the monsters, while Etta dodges them and thinks of strategies." was submitted off-site by Adryrn, who was unable to comment but messaged me their reactions. This is probably going to be a regular thing, so just trust me on this guys, I'm not throwing random options into the poll. Laughing
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PostPosted: Mon Aug 19, 2019 8:16 am    Post subject: Let your nose be your guide Reply with quote

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PostPosted: Mon Aug 19, 2019 11:50 am    Post subject: Re: Let your nose be your guide Reply with quote

Lebrenth wrote:
Voted not with the heart, but with the nose.


XD So I see. Currently you're the only person that voted, and If seems to be slowing down again. Wonder how long I should wait for.
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PostPosted: Mon Aug 19, 2019 12:30 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Sorry for being late...

Anything with the word 'foul' in gets my vote. So, voted...

And winning. Cool
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PostPosted: Thu Aug 22, 2019 4:22 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Gonna give the poll like 16 more hours, guys!
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PostPosted: Mon Aug 26, 2019 1:36 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Poll has been closed~! Things came up so it happened later than intended, but it seems the results still the same.

How do Etta and Ginneon handle the potential attacks
Etta uses a foul-smelling concoction to keep away the monsters, and both get ready for a fight.
50% [ 2 ]
Ginneon urges Charity to gain speed, while Etta asks Ginneon what their options for protection are.
25% [ 1 ]
Ginneon wields a hidden weapon against the monsters, while Etta dodges them and thinks of strategies.
0% [ 0 ]
Etta lets Ginneon take the lead in dealing with the monsters.
25% [ 1 ]
Total Votes : 4
Who Voted: Chinaren, Key, Lebrenth, Sapphire_Rayne


working on the new chapter now, should be up hopefully sometime soon~!
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Chapter Five



‘Monster’, he’d said, not ‘animal’. There was a frightening and very clear difference between the two. Animals, at least, only lashed out when desperate, and often would leave things well enough alone so long as they weren’t bothered either. Monsters weren’t quite so content to let things lie. Born of animals and plants, monsters were a twisted creation of enraged nature spirits. The same nature spirits that would grant humans with magical energy access to their domains if they impressed them. Such fickle, invisible things, it was impossible to guess their desires. Burning a forest might earn you fire magic, or might make beasts of the flaming trees.

Damnit! Etta forcefully cut off her train of thought.

Here she was, on a new road with a new life, letting her brain drift away with the teachings of the Mage Collective. Now was not the time to contemplate the cause of the monsters, or the nature of the spirits. This was the time to prove her worth, and solve a problem. Or at least make an attempt.

She twisted around, bracing her knees on the seat and her belly along its edge, and leaned over it. She dragged her pack towards her. At first she fumbled, the bumping road dislodging her hands. They were going faster. Ginneon meant to outrun them.

“What are you doing?!” Ginneon called out, as Etta got her pack open.

“This region’s known for its wolves,” Etta said, gritting her teeth as another bump dug the backrest of the seat deeply into her belly. “If they’re wolf-based, I have something to try!”

~*~*~


Ginneon kept his eyes forward, on the road. Not only because Miss Etta’s current posture had her derriere up in the air, but because the path was winding. It was safer to follow the natural slopes of the mountain, except in times like this. Rushing was as much a danger as the monsters behind them. Miss Etta was right, they likely were harrow-wolves. Slowed slightly by the malice that formed them, he and Charity had a better chance of outrunning harrow-wolves than regular ones.

But a far worse outcome if they were caught.

Leaning forward, Ginneon snapped the reins again, urging Charity faster. Damn, he’d forgotten that Miss Etta’s extra weight meant they’d go slower. Besides, harrow-wolves usually acted at night, precisely why he’d picked her up at midday. Rounding a curve, they faced down a long stretch of straight, slightly inclined road. Ginneon sent Charity to top speed, then reached under his seat with one hand, never moving his eyes from the road. Good, it was there. He pulled out a whip, uncoiling it with one hand even as the other maneuvered the reins.

“Got it!” Miss Etta twisted, plopping back into her seat the right way around, something clutched in her hands. He couldn’t look at her to check. “What is— a whip?!”

“Not for Charity,”
Ginneon said quickly, used to this misunderstanding. “For the monsters.”

It’d come with the purchase of Charity, and while he had no intention of touching his horse with the foul thing, it was the perfect weapon for him. It was long distance, but didn’t have ammo he needed to retrieve. Ideal for the mailman on the go. Practice hadn’t quite made perfect, but he was getting there.

“Well, hopefully we won’t need it,” Miss Etta said surprisingly cheerfully, lifting her voice over the clatter of the cart and thud of Charity’s hooves. Had she no sense of danger?

“Why not?” he started to ask, but he was interrupted by a foul smell so sudden it made him gag. “What—” His stomach lurched again, and for one deranged moment, he debated letting go of the whip to cover his nose.

“Wolfrot Syrup!” Miss Etta answered, her voice slightly nasally. Oh sure, she gets to cover her nose. He didn’t look to verify his guess, but it seemed most likely. “Oh look, they’re— wait, no, don’t look, keep driving.”

If things hadn’t been so tense, Ginneon might have laughed. “Tell me instead.”

~*~*~


The harrow-wolves, snarling beasts that emanated a distinct miasma even at this distance, were backing away. They were still keeping the cart and it’s occupants within their maddened sight, but they were no longer approaching. Had they been regular wolves, this scent would have sent them running. Fascinating! She’d had no confirmation, of course, that the syrup would have any effect on harrow-wolves at all. It made her wonder, how much of the beast remained after the spirits changed them? Their nature changed, growing more hostile and aggressive, but not, perhaps, all of their physical attributes?

“They aren’t following anymore, though they’re still keeping us in sight,” Etta said, answering Ginneon.

“Are they calm?” He asked.

“No, they’re pacing and lunging.” It was like the smell was an invisible wall they couldn’t broach but were butting against nonetheless.

“We’ll see if that lasts when we turn the next bend. We’ve got another hour of travel, at least.” He said.

Etta hadn’t realized how much time must have passed, before and during the attack. Was Charity going to be okay at this pace? “Do they usually follow you the whole way?”

“No, but when they reach the end of their territory they calmly turn back.”


Which meant that it had likely been the syrup, not that they’d happened to leave their territory right as she’d opened the ceramic jar. She was still gripping it tightly in her hand, the cork topper shoved hastily in a pocket so she could plug her nose. The guild listing had mentioned frequent wolf attacks being part of their reason for an herbalist, but not that those wolves were ever harrow-wolves. Seemed she’d been on the money about Axes Rest stretching the truth to look more appealing.

“What’s in that stuff?” Ginneon asked, breaking her line of thought. “It smells horrific.”

“That’s why it works, wolves hate it even more. It’s made of everrot and wolfin tree sap.”


Etta was excited to have someone asking questions, and wished she could go into more detail, but instead glanced back over her shoulder to check on the wolves. They turned a bend, Ginneon slowing Charity down for the winding roads.

“Are they following again?” Ginneon asked after a moment.

“No, I don’t see them.”

“Charity is starting to calm down, too.”


They kept a brisk, alarmed pace up for another fifteen minutes to be sure, before Ginneon relaxed back to the moderate speed they’d begun with. He still sat focused, whip at the ready and reins gripped in only one hand. Etta didn’t know much about horse riding, but surely it was skillful to steer a horse and cart with one hand? After another few minutes passed, he relaxed enough to look at her.

“... Having second thoughts?” He asked, voice soft.

“Not even slightly,” Etta replied firmly. “I haven’t even gotten to Axes Rest and I’ve already learned something new.”

“Weren’t you scared?”

“I probably should have been,”
Etta allowed, “but you had things in hand, and I had an idea. Panicking can come when the wolf is at our throat, if you’ll pardon the too apt idiom.”

“Certainly,”
Ginneon said, smiling. “Especially if you’re staying.”

“Certainly,”
Etta quipped, returning his words once more.

~*~*~


Unlike its neighbor Peltagrow, Axes Rest didn’t have fancy archways, or a wide road welcoming in tourists and customers. Its road was wide enough for two carts, maybe three. There was a no-frills wooden wall, built of logs, that stretched around it’s entrance and presumably around the rest of the village as well. Reasonable, if they suffered from wolf attacks, and even more so if it was a leftover from the war. The gate seemed to have a basic watchtower built beside it, but as it was behind the wall, Etta couldn’t be sure of its quality from here. Their gate was left open, presumably there were people on the ground to close the gate at the watchman’s call. Despite the gate being open, and Axes Rest being Ginneon’s home, he still paused his cart outside the village. The watchman leaned out and grinned, clearly recognizing him.

“Ho, Ginneon! Is that young thing truly the herbalist?”

“Ho, watchman!”
Etta called back, before Ginneon could answer, “It is!”

He burst out into laughter, shaking his head. “Well now, you’ve more spark than Odelron, that’s for certain! C’mon in, then.” He motioned them inwards.

The cart moved forward, passing through the gate, and Etta got her first good look at the town that would be her home for her foreseeable future. The mountain path had been made of dirt, but once within Axes Rest proper, the road was made of stone. It wasn’t quite a tightly fitting proper cobblestone path, but someone had hammered flat slabs of stone into the ground in a pleasing pattern, at least, with the grass gaps between small enough for even a child to step over. Most of the buildings looked the same, simple square affairs built of wood, though a few were larger than others. She wasn’t surprised to see their windows lacked glass, instead there were wooden shutters built into the wall to close out the elements.

“Well, rudimentary tour time,” Ginneon said, lifting a hand to point towards buildings as he pulled his cart to a stop just inside the village. “Most of our buildings are just homes. The big exceptions are the tavern, the Offices, the lumber mill, and the herb warehouse. Though, uh, don’t get any grandiose ideas about that.”

“Don’t worry, your father was clear in his letters,”
Etta reassured him, “I already know it’s small.”

“Well, that’s Axes Rest for you.”
Ginneon smiled affectionately, though, even as he spoke ‘disparagingly’ about his home. “It’s small. It’s plain. But for us, it’s home. Hopefully— hopefully you like it. On its own merits.”

Etta smiled at him, then glanced back towards the buildings he’d pointed out. The tavern was closest, a large two story building situated close to the front gate. She could hear some idle chattering pouring out of its open windows, even though evening had yet to fully set in. She could even smell the beginnings of dinner being prepared drifting on the wind. At least, she supposed that roasted meat smell was coming from the tavern.

‘The Offices’ was a large, square building farther into the village, situated in what Etta would guess was roughly the center of town. She knew from her letters with the Village Head that this building held the post office, the guild office, and the Office of the Village Head, as well as the records storage for the town and the guild. With so many purposes crammed under one roof, no wonder the town was simply calling it ‘the offices’. She had accepted the long-term quest position of In-town Herbalist from the guild hub in the capital, but she won’t have officially taken the job until she registered herself at Axes Rest’s Guild Office. Until she did so, the quest was open and she was under no obligation to remain.

The lumber mill was actually out of sight, from here only a small edge of its roof visible. Axes Rest processed and exported the rare-growing wood from this mountain forest, and used the river to send it downstream to Peltagrow for sale. That was likely the major hub of work and activity, when the lumberjacks weren’t out gathering the wood in the first place.

And the herb warehouse. Her herb warehouse. She hadn’t even been inside and she was staking a mental claim. From what the Village Head had described, it was separated into two small, connected buildings. One was a kitchen with a loft bedroom, the ‘home’ portion. The other was the room where the previous herbalist had stored his records and herbs, and taken patients.

Plus there was a farm in the distance, the houses of the villagers themselves, surely somewhere was a blacksmith, and a handful of artisans that specialized in working with the lumber Axes Rest produced. The town was small, but it was full of new places to explore.

“Where would you like me to take you first?” Ginneon asked, and Etta glanced over at him. “I am your escort, after all.”



DP: Unleash Etta upon Axes Rest! Where does she go first? You can throw out suggestions that seem reasonable for a small mountain town, even if I didn’t explicitly list them. ^^
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PostPosted: Tue Aug 27, 2019 9:43 am    Post subject: Breezy Reply with quote

Well done! I enjoyed the bumpy ride and a look at the dangers we have to worry about around here. While we have Ginneon around to help introduce us, seems like the tavern would be a good place to get acquainted. I'm also tempted to take a peek at the graveyard to see if there are a lot of fresh graves so we know what we're getting into.

As a suggestion for the writing, I would like to get a better feel for the land. We're in a forested mountain area with a winding slightly-inclined dirt road and a small mountain town with a palisade and there's a river somewhere. I'm hungry for more details than that. As a lover of nature, I am inspired by descriptions of majestic peaks, misty waterfalls, green glens, and such. I like to imagine grazing deer and hawks floating on updrafts. Talk about wildflowers crowded with butterflies and seeds caught in the breeze. Help us fall in love with this place. Especially as an herbalist, we're going to need to know a lot about the wild areas.
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PostPosted: Thu Aug 29, 2019 6:20 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Let's visit the places where we'll see the most people. Thats probably the tavern, but also maybe the offices or the mill? Where do people get their food in this place, anyway? Does each household grow, find, and catch most of it themselves, or is there a store they get it from?

Great chapter by the way, this story is really coming into its own, and Etta's characterization is quite good, both hinting at personal depth while still leaving future development wide open.
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PostPosted: Thu Aug 29, 2019 6:36 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I'll be completely honest with you Lebrenth- somehow, 'where they put their dead' is one of the few worldbuilding things I completely forgot about. XD thank goodness for your suggestion.

Thanks Ten! I really like Etta, and I'm hoping to reveal the big dramatic things she's hinting at sloooowly, but it's also hard. Glad it's at least having a good effect!

That's a few options so far, probably gonna give it another two days before I put up a poll~!

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PostPosted: Sat Aug 31, 2019 12:40 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The tavern sounds good. But for the sake of variety, another good possibility would be to go to the Offices first and officially accept the job. Doesn't seem like anything is going to change our mind, and you never know if something might change theirs.
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So it's overdue because life comes at you fast and sucker punches you hard, apparently, but ta da! The poll is up~! I'd like to keep it up for 48 hours, but if anyone would like me to wait I shall.
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PostPosted: Wed Sep 04, 2019 7:55 am    Post subject: Take it! Reply with quote

Voted to officially accept the quest. Unlikely as it might be, I'm too worried that somehow someone else will snatch it up and uproot us.
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PostPosted: Tue Sep 17, 2019 9:54 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Sorry I'm late Noni

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Such fickle, invisible things, it was impossible to guess their desires. Burning a forest might earn you fire magic, or might make beasts of the flaming trees.
I enjoyed this tease about how the magic and monsters work. I really liked the part of the possibility of making beasts out of trees just by conjuring a fire, it captured my imagination.

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“Ho, watchman!” Etta called back, before Ginneon could answer, “It is!”
A nice small moment to very clearly highlight her personality.

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And the herb warehouse. Her herb warehouse. She hadn’t even been inside and she was staking a mental claim.
This made me chuckle! Nice.
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PostPosted: Tue Sep 17, 2019 12:34 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Not late at all! Thank you! I'm being beaten with a finely crafted RL stick, so it's been hard to make my creative juices run. This was just what I needed! I'm so glad you enjoyed the magic teasing! It's been literally killing me not to tell you guys all about the magic one glorious info-dump, and instead trickle it out bit by bit.
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PostPosted: Tue Oct 01, 2019 11:57 am    Post subject: It's an innocuous bump Reply with quote

When do we get another chapter, Ninjagirl? Smile
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PostPosted: Sun Oct 06, 2019 8:28 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Soon, hopefully! Been struggling both with hefty writers block and also to make rent.


((by the by, edited in poll stuff))




Where does Etta go first in Axes Rest?
Tavern, to meet the most people!
33% [ 1 ]
Offices, to officially accept the quest.
66% [ 2 ]
Lumbermill, to examine the most common injuries she'll be treating.
0% [ 0 ]
Graveyard, to see how many fresh graves there are.
0% [ 0 ]
Total Votes : 3
Who Voted: Lebrenth, Sapphire_Rayne, ten11

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Lebrenth wrote:
I'm really feeling the affection these adventurers have for each other. Pity we're getting to know them just to leave them behind.

DP-wise, graciously accept it and when she's out of sight of the others, tuck it away. Keep it secret, keep it safe... sorry couldn't help myself... but seriously, I don't think she wants a high profile where she's going, but she may need it if she gets into trouble.

Nice chapter! Looking forward to more!


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Chapter Six


“To the Offices.” Etta said firmly, capping the wolfrot syrup with a decisive gesture.

“Really?” Ginneon glanced skeptically at her. “You’re ready to commit five years of your life to a village you’ve only seen a glance of?”

“Absolutely.”
He had a point, of course. She should make sure the house was livable, as Sabella would. She should check the stores in the warehouse, make sure the herbs weren’t all rotted, like Praxton would suggest. She should check the defenses of the village, take a page out of Holden’s book. She should meet at least a few villagers, that would be Jaetyn’s first action.

All these things she should do. The wise things, the careful things, the cautious things. The things her friends would do, the steps they would take if they were all together. They weren’t, though. Etta was on her own, and just because she knew what they would do didn’t mean she had to do it too. She’d joined them by mistake, committing herself to a battle she hadn’t understood. She’d left the Mage Collective at thirteen without more than the clothes on her back and hastily grabbed papers. Even earlier than that, a whimsical search for restricted herbalism books had led her to the records containing those very papers.

The thing Etta would do, what she would do, was trust her gut. She was where she was supposed to be, in this moment. Which meant she couldn’t give the fates that be even the slightest chance to put her somewhere else.

“Alright,” Ginneon mumbled, flicking the reins. Charity walked sedately towards the Offices. “I’ve got mail to deliver, so this works well.”

“Have a thought to spare?”
Etta asked gently, wondering if she was reading him wrong.

“Huh? I… I suppose—” He grimaced, like he’d sucked on something bitter, then sighed. “I shouldn’t be discouraging you. Axes Rest needs you here.”

“... But?”

“But you’re… aren’t you being rash?”

“Sure,”
She looked away. “I do that.”


~*~*~

She wasn’t looking at him, or at anything else. He couldn’t see much of her face from this angle, not with her hair hanging in the way, but she looked… sad. Distant. There was a wall there, for all she spoke of honesty and openness. Then she blinked, and it was gone. She smiled at him, and he jerked his gaze away, hoping she hadn’t realized he was staring. Hadn’t realized he’d been trying to understand the bleakness he’d just seen. Ginneon pulled on the reins, bringing Charity to a sudden stop.

“Let me show you something, first.” Crap, now he was acting rash?

“What?” Miss Etta actually looked confused, mouth agape and everything.

“I won’t have it said, if something goes wrong later, that you jumped into this with your eyes closed.” He took a deep breath, then turned in his seat to meet her eyes directly. “I want to show you a reason to leave, and a reason to love Axes Rest. Then I’ll take you to the Offices.”

This wasn’t the plan. His father had been very clear, when he’d assigned this task to Ginneon. He was supposed to downplay the dangers of Axes Rest, and enthuse about anything even slightly positive. It was his job to make sure that the herbalist didn’t leave, that no matter what they decided to stay. Miss Etta’s decision to go straight to the Offices was all that his father could have wished for. He couldn’t let her.

Axes Rest was worth more than that, and so was she. His town was a wonderful place to live, with dangers and flaws, and for all that they needed any herbalist, what they deserved was one who would see everything and still love them. He thought that could be Miss Etta. She deserved the chance to be that person, not to be known as a reckless young woman. Not even to herself. She’d gone as far as researching common threats and prepared a jar of syrup in advance. What other eventualities did she have solutions for, tucked away in that pack?

“Let’s return the mail, first,” she finally said.

“... What.” Ginneon blinked, then tilted his head.

“I’ll stay in the cart, if you’re concerned I’m going to vault a desk and start signing papers,” Miss Etta said, clearly teasing him with the light note in her voice.

“No, I—” Ginneon stopped, and then asked in a soft, wondering voice, “Is… Is that the kind of thing you would do?”

“If it is, today isn’t the day we find out,”
she said. “I want to see what you’d like to show me.”

That was a good sign, right?

~*~*~
When Ginneon stepped into the Offices, Etta took that chance to return the jar of wolfrot syrup to her pack. Back there, he’d stared at her so directly she’d felt frozen in place. Not just because his eyes were pale blue, either. His eyes had conveyed in one look the sheer measure of importance he placed on Axes Rest. It was just one little town, on one little mountain, but he’d looked like it was a matter of life and death. She couldn’t dismiss that. To see someone that impassioned and then belittle it with a statement like ‘I’ve got a good feeling’ would be the height of insults. Especially when he was going against someone’s wishes, likely his fathers.

Oh. Etta turned abruptly, glancing back at the closed door to the Offices. He was offering her an honest look at Axes Rest. Not the blind optimism of her gut, or the dour realities that his father wanted to hide, but the truth. When she’d asked for honesty, she hadn’t expected this. Had she even expected honesty? With a thump, Etta dropped back into her seat. Startled by the sound, Charity swiveled her head back to look at her.

“Oh girl, I don’t think I took him seriously,” she mumbled to the horse, bracing her chin on her palm.

As if on cue, Ginneon stepped out of the Offices. He glanced back into the doorway and said something she couldn’t make out to the person inside, then walked over. With a practiced grace, he hefted himself onto the seat and picked the reins back up. He wasn’t looking at her. Perversely, she leaned forward, breaking into his line of sight. He jolted, looked away, then slowly glanced back at her. Satisfied, she leaned back.

“So where are we heading first? The reason to leave or the reason to love?” Etta asked.

“... Leave,” he answered. “To the northern cliffside.”

Etta fell silent, not willing to ask questions. If this was a sight that would scare her off, she suspected it was something painful for Axes Rest. As such, something Ginneon wouldn’t wish to speak of.

The northern cliffside was at the top of the village, east from the entrance they’d arrived at earlier, nearly all the way to the river. She could hear it now, nature’s melody serenading them, beckoning them closer. It wasn’t their destination, though. Ginneon stopped the cart at the base of the cliff, next to a staircase that had been dug out of the cliff and set with light grey stones. At the edge of the steps were candles, unlit now but all showing signs of having burned for many nights. She reached towards one, then pulled her hand back. Candles weren’t difficult to make, but they were hardly something a small town could afford to throw away. That meant this place was likely a place of reverence.

Oh no. What would scare an herbalist away from a small, quiet town? Etta glanced over at Ginneon, who pointedly ignored her gaze. He kept his own firmly on the ground as he got off the cart, unhooking Charity and releasing her to graze. He intends this to be a long visit, then. Etta swallowed, glancing up the stairs. She couldn’t see the top of the cliff from here, but suspected she knew what she’d find.

Etta got out of the cart, took one step towards the stairs, then looked over at Ginneon. He stood watching her, one hand resting on Charity. When their eyes met, he lowered his gaze, but stepped towards her. She breathed an unanticipated sigh of relief. At least whatever he had to show her wouldn’t be seen by her alone. Holding her breath now, she took the first step. He fell into pace behind her, following her up the staircase.

The northern cliff was a wide plateau, an expanse of green grass and wildflowers ruffling in the mountain breeze. Directly in front of them the grass and wildflowers were abundant, a rippling sea of color. In the far distance, along the edges of the cliff and side of the mountain, she could see towering trees, grown densely together in a uniform pattern. And in the middle of the two was a wide stretch of saplings, planted in the same pattern, tied to wooden posts with names carved into them.

“This is a graveyard,” Etta whispered, shivering as a cool breeze blew over her.

“Yes,” Ginneon said, walking slowly to a sapling that Etta thought was two years old. The post it was tied to had the name ‘Leighton Woodensworn’ carved into it. “It is.”

“These… these are all new graves.”
Funny, where had all her bravado gone? Death was one thing, a familiar possibility, but to be faced with the evidence of the pain left behind was another. How much must you care for someone, to leave a monument to their existence when they left? How much had Axes Rest lost, to have this many gone?

“Nearly all,” Ginneon corrected, resting his hand on the top of the waist-high post he stood next to. “The majority are within the last five years. Odelron, our herbalist, died. The closest medical care was Peltagrow, at best three hours away. Then we had two years of war with Ospor.”

A war that had only officially ended five months ago, when Praxton signed the peace treaty he and Jaetyn spend a month hammering out with Ospor. A month she’d spent locked in memories of the last battle they’d fought, the one that won it all. It hit her again without warning. The sensation of her hands, tightly gripped around a dagger as blood poured over her hands and lightning dashed painfully through her veins. Deep breaths. She had to get out of the memories, Ginneon was still talking. She flexed her hands, reminding them that they weren’t gripped around a daggers hilt. Her ears echoed with the sounds of battle, but faintly enough she could focus on Ginneon’s words instead. She had to.

“Our warriors left, and by the time they, those that returned, came back… The forest had grown more wild. The animals are angrier, the spirits have made more monsters than we can handle. We’ve broken men and untrained boys to defend ourselves. Our way of life relies on venturing into the forest for lumber, and traveling frequently to Peltagrow to trade. So we still go, and this,” Ginneon bitterly waved a hand over the graves. “Is the cost. For every successful trip, we have one where someone is injured. And sometimes… sometimes worse.”

“You think this is more than an herbalist can handle.”
It might even be right. Even if a healer couldn’t operate in Axes Rest without a source of purity, a fully trained physician might be a better choice.

“It’s all we can afford. We’ve been trying to get a guild affiliation since before Odelron passed, so we could replace him.”

Wait, Odelron hadn’t been a guild herbalist? That raised more questions than it answered, but Etta shoved them aside. This was hardly the place or time. She stood in the wildflowers, unable to approach the imposing graves. She managed one step towards Ginneon, then sank to her knees.

“I… feel like I’m trespassing.” Etta murmured, her gaze riveted on the grave nearest to her, a post with a mound of dirt and a two month old sprout. ‘Daisy Dewhammer’. The latest to die of many, apparently. She would be holding the hope of a town, they’d all look to her to keep more trees from growing on the northern cliff. A reason to leave, she mused, sadly. This kind of pressure would definitely be a reason to leave.

“I do, too,” Ginneon admitted, kneeling next to her and staring at Daisy’s grave. “This isn’t a place meant for the living. Now,” He reached for her hand, Etta noticed, before hesitating and pulling back. “A reason to love Axes Rest—”

“Wait,”
Etta murmured, reaching out and taking Ginneon’s hand. “Thank you. This… this had to be painful, showing me this. I think you were right, though. I needed to see it.”

“You need to see this, too.”
Ginneon stood, using their clasped hands to lift her to her feet. “The reason we bury our ancestors on this cliff.”

He turned her around, so that her back was to the graves, and she looked out to the south. Below her, the village stretched around the curve of the mountain, and to the east the river sparkled vivaciously as it cascaded down, partially flowing through a large building that must be the lumber mill. Past the lumber mill was the farmland, settled into another cliff plateau. She could make out the shape of a few villagers, hard at work. Below the village she could see rolls of hills and cliffsides, covered in the lush green of the forest. Even the plains at the base of the mountain were visible, just barely, through the leaves.

“From here, they can watch out for us. They see the sunrise in the east, and watch it ‘til it sets in the west, and see all that we do underneath it’s glow.” Etta felt Ginneon looking at her as he spoke, even as she kept looking out at Axes Rest. “A reason to love Axes Rest. If you’re one of us, they’ll look after you too. And so will the rest of us.”

“... If I’m one of you.”
Etta murmured, wondering if such a thing were possible.




DP: It’s fairly open ended, and I’m sorry bout that, but the DP for this (LONG overdue) chapter is: What does Etta do next?
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PostPosted: Tue Oct 15, 2019 3:05 pm    Post subject: Ruffling wildflowers Reply with quote

Beautiful chapter. I was there, enjoying the sights of nature, holding a hallowed candle in my hand. I could see the lay of the land, and feel the piercing memories. The gravity of what she was involved in became more real. Fantastic chapter, worth the wait.

I might have missed something, I didn't know we were signing up for a whole five years! I definitely would have chosen to look around more first... an obligation like that doesn't get snapped up in a day. Say, if they're so desperate, what makes them think they can dictate the number of years we stay? I'm still thinking we should go accept the job, but I'd be tempted to negotiate some kinder terms. Some kind of exit clause, or just a limit to say 3 years instead of 5 would make me feel better about the situation.

Nonetheless, this is a place she can definitely learn and be useful. We should still take the job.
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Thank you! Most of this chapter was written after midnight, in between whining messages about writers block being sent to anyone awake and willing to listen, but I'm still really proud of how it turned out. I really do owe you, Lebrenth, for that comment earlier about checking out a graveyard.

No spoilers about negotiations and all, but remember Etta has been in correspondence with the Village Head.

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As a long time D&D nerd this tickled my fancy. Thinking about the things my characters do AFTER the campaign is over is half the fun. The world isn't defined but the little details clue us in on the important, the characters are the focus and so far they're rounding out nicely.

There is one thing though, Etta clearly suffers from PTSD and she signed on for five years in a remote location her gut told her had something wrong. That's a desperation move. So I have to agree with Lebby on this one: five years is too long. She's doing something incredibly rash and foolish and she's just trying to paper over the cracks in her mental health doing it.

My suggestion is certainly, take the job, but don't be surprised when your first letter back to your friends brings a certain someone up all by their lonesome to 'check' on you. After all, Jaetyn has part of their heart set on you and was the group's people person. Etta's bluff ain't getting past their sense motive.

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PostPosted: Wed Oct 16, 2019 12:30 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

First let me say, great job and brilliant writing. I'm hooked already! While my instinct is that she would stay, perhaps now that she knows that her gut was right, and how desperate they truly are, she might ask to be shown 'one more thing'. Or perhaps even rather attempting to shorten her term there agree to an unofficial trial period of say a month before officially taking the position, meanwhile she writes to her friends.
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PostPosted: Wed Oct 16, 2019 6:48 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I know the worlds not defined yet, I'm trying very hard to avoid info-dumping with exposition, but I might be going too far the other way to compensate.

Thank you! I really appreciate that. It's funny, I'm getting so much praise on a chapter that gave me so much trouble. Maybe writers block isn't all bad.

I really like the being shown one more thing suggestion, so that's def. going in the poll, but your second suggestion, about the month trial period, doesn't really work with the way I have the guild system set up. (And I know that's my bad for not yet fully explaining that.)

That means that right now the suggestions are:
Take the Job. (With the implication that Jaetyn may be in town soon)
Take the Job, negotiate for shorter stay.
Ask to see one more thing.
Ask for specific info on how the villagers died. (A suggestion from Adryrn!)


Gonna give it another day or two, but the poll will be out soon!

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PostPosted: Sat Oct 19, 2019 3:40 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Yes, very nice chapter, and I agree with all the DP suggestions so far. But I wonder if there's something else we could negotiate for in addition to/instead of a shorter stay. Maybe an assistant? A guaranteed of herb supply? A place to stay?

I'm just thinking it would be good to ask for something that would make the villagers feel like we want to be closer to them, instead of something that makes them feel like we have one foot out the door.
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PostPosted: Mon Oct 21, 2019 8:54 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Caught up! Nicely done.

However, I'm afraid my poor, sober, brain can't think of any additional ideas, so I'll just hang on to Lebby's shirttails and say the same, if that's okay. Shocked
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PostPosted: Mon Oct 21, 2019 8:34 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thank you Key, Chinaren!

Poll is officially up! Gonna run it for at least 24 hours, maybe longer if it doesn't seem like mostly everyone got a chance to vote.

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PostPosted: Fri Oct 25, 2019 5:12 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Usually I check the poll votes so I can identify ties and break them, but I didn't this time so it appears you have a 4 way tie. Sorry about that.
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PostPosted: Fri Oct 25, 2019 7:33 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Lebrenth wrote:
Usually I check the poll votes so I can identify ties and break them, but I didn't this time so it appears you have a 4 way tie. Sorry about that.


XD It's... okay. I'll just wait a lil longer and hope for a tiebreaker. Thanks for voting!
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PostPosted: Sat Oct 26, 2019 12:42 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

OK, broke the tie (though I was tempted to make it a five-way tie instead Wink )

Just to be clear, my suggestion of negotiating for additional benefits wasn't meant to suggest we couldn't negotiate for a shorter stay also.
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PostPosted: Sat Oct 26, 2019 8:07 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

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OK, broke the tie (though I was tempted to make it a five-way tie instead Wink )

Just to be clear, my suggestion of negotiating for additional benefits wasn't meant to suggest we couldn't negotiate for a shorter stay also.


I decided to separate them out because of Etta's personality— doing both would be a little out of character for her. Thanks for breaking the tie! Genuinely torn between leaving it to see if I get more votes, since it'll be a day before I can work on the next chapter, or closing it now while the tie is broken.
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PostPosted: Sat Nov 02, 2019 4:25 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Alrighty, finally got around to closing the poll! Admittedly while I lazed around it looks like I went and got another vote, but this time the tie is something I can work with!


What does Etta do next?
Take the Job. (With the implication that Jaetyn may be in town soon)
28% [ 2 ]
Take the Job, negotiate for shorter stay.
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Ask to see one more thing.
14% [ 1 ]
Ask for specific info on how the villagers died.
14% [ 1 ]
Take the Job, negotiate for additional benefits.
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Total Votes : 7
Who Voted: Adryrn, Chinaren, Kalanna Rai, Key, ladyinatower, Lebrenth, ten11


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PostPosted: Fri Nov 15, 2019 2:25 am    Post subject: Chapter Seven Reply with quote

Chapter Seven


Ginneon held his breath, watching Miss Etta. She was still staring out, looking upon Axes Rest from the feet of their ancestors. There was something wistful and distant about her, but it wasn’t the yawning chasm of unidentifiable emotion she’d had earlier. No, this wasn’t the bleak desperation of someone acting rash. She was thinking, now. By the spirits, he hoped that that was a good thing. She squeezed his hand, jolting Ginneon out of his thoughts and reminding him that he was still holding it. He let go hastily, and she pulled her hand back, holding it in her other one.

“I’m staying,” She said, and Ginneon internally quaked with relief, but she wasn’t done speaking. “Honesty for honesty, though. This might be more than I can handle. I’ve not been a village herbalist before.”

“No?”
The single insufficient word slipped out despite himself.

She nodded, and looked back to the graves. “No. I’m new to the guild, ranked well because of recommendation letters, good testing, and experience during…” She swallowed, a flash of pain and panic rocking over her expression as she fought for words. “During the war with Ospor. I’ve battle experience, and experience traveling with a party and treating them. I know war wounds and travel sores best.”

Ginneon tried to think of something to say, but the words froze in his throat. What could he say? Trying to encourage Miss Etta without actual knowledge of her skills would ring hollow. He couldn’t try to reassure her without words, either, not so soon after he’d just let go of her hand. The breeze ruffled the hair hanging in her face, pushing and pulling at it daintily. Oh. The mark of the war lingered there, written into her face.

~*~*~


As Etta stared at the graves, she was consumed with questions. Who had these people been, who now rested on the Northern Cliff? It had only names, not ages. Had Daisy been someone's grandmother? Or a sweet little girl, clinging to the legs of her family? Leighton Woodensworn, how were they related to Ginneon? A sibling? A grandparent? Etta gripped her intertwined hands so hard they began to numb. She needed to know them, these people that had been lost. She needed to know what was lost before she could begin to protect what remained.

She couldn’t just ask the townspeople. It wouldn’t just be rude, it’d be cruel. A stranger waltzing into your home, demanding to know things about your loved ones that had passed away? It would be like Etta was personally ripping open their wounds to store her salt supply. No, she needed to be kinder about it. Perhaps… Perhaps if she did what she did best. Read, and remember. She could fill in the rest as she went, with personal experience.

What to read, though. The previous herbalist— Odelron, Ginneon had called him Odelron— might have left records, might not. Even those would end five years ago with his death, though, so that wouldn’t help. Records were a good thought, though. An idea sparked, and she whirled around to face Ginneon again.

“I have a request.” She asked, eagerly, as she took a step towards him.

“Oh, u-uh,” Ginneon stammered out, taking a step back, “What is it?”

“I’d like to read the town records. I want to know these people, not just their graves. Who do I ask for that?”

“Uhm,”
Ginneon paused, thoughtfully. “My dad would definitely have the power to approve that, but Lehla, my sister, might too. She’s the guild affiliate and the clerk responsible for town records.”

“So back to The Offices it is, then?”
Etta asked.

“If you’d like. I’ll go hook Charity back up to the cart.”

“Thank you. I think I’d like to stay here a moment longer while you do, if that’s alright.”
Etta turned back towards the graves.

“Of course.”

~*~*~


Ginneon headed back down the steps, feeling relief and nervousness rush into him in twin currents. Relief because Miss Etta had decided to stay. Axes Rest was one signature away from having a formal herbalist again, and despite what she’d said, Ginneon had faith in her abilities. Nervousness because now that his rash actions were done, he wasn’t sure what to do next. Well, beyond the obvious of getting Charity hooked back up to the cart. He whistled softly, and she ambled over towards him, butting her head against his chest. He laughed, the tension in his belly unwinding, and he looped his arms around her neck for a quick, loose hug. Such an aptly named horse, always so generous with her affections.

When Miss Etta’s voice drifted to him on the breeze, he turned to call out to her, let her know he could hear her. At the last second, his intention died on his lips. What words did Miss Etta have for the dead? Ginneon was overcome with the desire to know. He’d promised honesty, and so if she later asked if he listened in, he’d tell her the truth. That he did.

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Lehla Gael Woodensworn was a woman of many hats. She had trained under her mother as a postworker, was taught by her father to be a town clerk, had earned access to the domain of communication magic and gone through the testing and training to become a guild affiliate, but first and foremost, she was a sister. A worried older sister, to be specific. Hopefully Ginneon was doing alright. Their father had picked him for this task because of his genuine love for Axes Rest, if there was anyone that would make their village shine its brightest it was him. That didn’t mean anything, though, if the herbalist wasn’t willing to listen.

Lehla was nervously adjusting the guild paperwork on the right desk when the door opened. The sight of her brother, shaggy black hair hanging in his eyes in that way she hated, was a relief. He wouldn’t have been able to mask his emotions, if things had gone wrong. Which meant…

Sure enough, as he stepped inside, a young woman followed him in, setting her pack down by the door. Lehla had already known Etta Burnes was only 23, 3 years older than her but young for an herbalist, and yet reading the guild paperwork hadn’t prepared her for the actual sight of her. She couldn’t help but compare her to Odelron. He’d been tall, but constantly stooped, with straight dingy grey hair and a matching listless beard. She, in contrast, stood at least half a head shorter than Lehla, with ginger brown hair. Her eyes were the biggest difference, though, and the only similarity, all at once. Odelron’s had been brown too, but a dull, dirt-colored thing, tired beyond even his advanced years. Etta Burne’s were the deep reddish brown of fresh Thauye clay, and lit bright with a curious vitality. Lehla bit her tongue, though, about the marks on the right side of her face.

“Lehla, this is Miss Etta, our herbalist.” Ginneon said, with a hopeful smile and a gesture towards her.

“Pleased to meet you, Lehla!” Etta said cheerfully, bracing her hands on Lehla’s desk and leaning forward slightly in excitement. “I’m told you might be able to help me with a request.”

“Oh? I thought you’d already done the negotiations with father through your letters—”
Lehla began to reach for the contract, already all written up and waiting on the desk.

“Yes, but I wanted to ask for one more thing. It’s really simple, and no, my answer isn’t contingent on it. I’m signing that paper today either way.”

“Then… What is it?”
Lehla wasn’t sure what else Axes Rest could offer her.

They’d set up the contract as fairly as possible. Axes Rest was getting a five year ` commitment from Etta Burnes to be their town herbalist, backed by the Guild to ensure both her skills and that neither party would back out of the contract before the five years were up. Etta Burnes was getting a small monthly wage, paid mostly by the guild out of the fee Axes Rest paid them to commission the long-term quest, with the remainder issued by the town of Axes Rest itself. To supplement a wage that was lower than the average for this sort of profession, Axes Rest was also providing firewood, without limit but within reason, and a set amount of food from the farms and hunters.

Not to mention that for more serious medical matters, she would be compensated in a case by case manner by the villagers themselves. Her lodging, the warehouse, and Odelron’s possessions within each were hers for the duration of her stay, as well. She even had, as the guild required, a small budget for restocking herbs she couldn’t grow herself. What could Etta ask for further?

“I’d like to be able to read the records of the townspeople. Especially the ones that have passed on.”

Lehla blinked. Once, slowly. Then she looked over Etta’s shoulder at Ginneon and said in a clear, impassive voice she reserved for keeping calm, “What did you do?”

“I took her to the northern cliffs.”
Ginneon said, and though his voice was small, Lehla recognized a bit of steel within it. He stands by that decision.

She closed her eyes, sighed, tilted her head, then sighed again, straightened her head, and opened her eyes. Rested both her hands, palm down, on the desk in front of her. “Miss Etta, something like that would possibly be an invasion of our townspeople's privacy. May I ask what you wish to do with that information?”

“In order to protect those that remain, I wish to know more about the ones who were lost,”
Etta said, “And I want to learn it without digging into memories that may still be too raw to discuss.”

‘Protect’, she’d said. How odd. Lehla didn’t know many healers, herbalists, or physicians, but she’d met a few when she’d studied in Peltagrow. They didn’t refer to their practices as ‘protecting’ their charges, they said ‘treating’. Perhaps Etta was already invested in Axes Rest, then. She had said that she was signing the contract, whether or not Lehla agreed to this request. She had the power to do so, after all. Her father had said he trusted her to do whatever was within the towns means to entice Etta Burnes to stay. This was entirely up to Lehla.






And by that I mean, up to you! The DP: Does Lehla agree? Does she not? Do you have a reason why? (Does she drag her father in and make him decide?)

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PostPosted: Fri Nov 15, 2019 2:48 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

It's a reasonable request and as a reader I'd love to say yes, to dig into that juicy history.

But that's why I think the answer should be no. To the people of Axes Rest, these were human beings. To Etta, no matter how compassionate her heart, they're words on paper. It'll mean more to her to hear it from the survivors...and it'll force her to get closer to these people and earn their trust to the point they volunteer it or give her the opening to follow a gentle line of questioning to its end.

The best way to learn the secrets of a community is to become a real part of it. There's only so much records can tell you.

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PostPosted: Sat Nov 16, 2019 3:44 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Yeah, I kind of agree with Kalanna. Etta clearly has good intentions, but getting to know the townspeople by reading through old records seems a little misplaced. If she's looking for more technical information about the course of illnesses, effects of herbs, etc., that's different, but it seems like the best way to handle that would be on a case by case basis, and after starting with Odelron's records, if there are any.

I'd put her off gently, and suggest she get to know the townspeople personally first. If the need for specific records comes up as she has those conversations, she can ask again.
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PostPosted: Sun Nov 24, 2019 8:43 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thank you both! I was hoping to get more options for this and kept putting it off, but for now I'm going with the three (Don't forget my off-site beta reader, Adryrn!) options I have so far, with 12 hours from this post before I put up a poll, in case there's any last minute additions.
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A blunt no, because these are people, not words on paper.
A gentle no, as well as advising her to get to know the townspeople personally first instead.
Offer a redacted version, if given the time to compile it, that only has age of death and cause of death, as any more is irrelevant to Etta's job and likely an invasion of privacy.


I am amused that allowing Etta access to the records hasn't become an option, as were this a regular novel, I think that's the route I'd've been most likely to take! I'd also like to add that the result of the poll is going to have an influence on Lehla's personality and initial relationship with Etta. Thank again for your input! 12 hour countdown til poll, and then likely a short 24 hour poll after that, starting now~!
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 25, 2019 11:53 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

And with that the poll is (belatedly) live! Gonna give it 24 hours to run, so I can hopefully get working on it soon.
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I would have made the "Yes, of course" suggestion. If this village is as desperate as it seems to be, I don't think privacy is that high on their list of needs and the records were already shared with someone that wasn't involved in their care if some guild affiliate has access to them. I'm also not excited about the suggestion to redact them because this is an age where everything has to be written by hand... can't photocopy them and mark out the bits you want to keep secret, someone will end up putting in days of work and likely valuable materials in terms of paper and ink just for the formality.

Perhaps a compromise that is a combination of the two, since I'm about the tie the options up anyway? A gentle no to getting access to any record that belongs to anyone living that she hasn't treated yet. She can access their records when a relationship of care has been established or if they have died.

Looking forward to the next chapter! I would like some idea of where we're going with the job, and the idea of getting sort of forensic style reports is exciting.
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Appreciate you reading! Life's been tough on my end lately so not sure if the chapters coming soon

I did want to mention, as Ginneon did, that Lehla isnt just some guild affiliate. She's also the clerk responsible for town records.

Also the town records are of things like marriages, births, deaths. We'll have to rely on Odelron, the old herbalist, taking thorough notes for there to be forensic style stuff.(but I do plan on exploring that thought too!)

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Firstly, honesty: no new chapter yet.
The past few months have been the busiest of the year for me in both my private and professional life, and as of four days ago, included the death of a loved one. But I haven't forgotten or given up on If or Etta. Currently in the process of rereading all the stuff I already have noted down, (just finished rereading all your lovely comments! Thank you again for your support, guys!), and as soon as that's finished I'll be working on the next chapter. No estimate yet, but hopefully it'll be up soonish. I'm giving the poll until I'm done rereading to be closed, though I don't truthfully anticipate any new votes.

Thank you again, guys!

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Thanks for the update and please accept my sympathies for your loved one.
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My sympathies Noni.
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PostPosted: Sat May 02, 2020 9:42 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Time for some honesty. A large part of Etta's tale includes addressing her PTSD, trauma, and anxiety. It's not the whole of the book, but it's enough that I'm no longer comfortable writing in our current real world environment. I have too much of the three of those on my own plate right now to safely explore hers. Thus it's with a heavy heart that I officially mark this story as 'to be written at a later date'.

I'm sorry for those of you excited to come on this journey with me. I hope one day, when things calm down and my headspace is less chaotic, I can channel Etta and her story safely with all of you again.


Right now I'm not thinking of writing anything else, but I'm going to try to get back into active reading on If. I may come back with a much... fluffier piece than After The Adventure.

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We understand Noni. Come back to us soon!
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How does Lehla respond to Etta's request to see town records?
A blunt no, because these are people, not words on paper.
0%
 0%  [ 0 ]
A gentle no, as well as advising her to get to know the townspeople personally first instead.
50%
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Offer a redacted version, if given the time to compile it, that only has age of death and cause of death, as any more is irrelevant to Etta's job and likely an invasion of privacy.
50%
 50%  [ 3 ]
Total Votes : 6
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