Post by Tikoaztite on Nov 7, 2016 9:29:52 GMT -6
Chapter 1: Frostwood
The date? June 29th, the beginning of autumn in Nix.
The leaves on every tree looked like they had changed overnight- not a single plant, save for the grass below, was green. Instead, they were given a fiery paintjob of blazing reds and vibrant yellows, waiting for the moment where they would all fall in the last storm before the flurries and blizzards came.
The little town of Frostwood was built almost entirely from those trees, from the houses that lined the streets to the butcher-shop on the streetcorner to the one place in town that served gems along with regular food. It wasn't all too spectacular- except for one day, where the streets were bustling and the streets were decorated beautifully with streamers and flowers that would only survive a day or two more.
What for? It was the day of the Sending! Where an old maiden with the clearest of foresight tells ten young ones of their destinies to lift the curse upon Nix. And even for those who weren't meant to save a nation, there was always an extravagant festival to celebrate the beginning of their journey. In the town square, at least two hundred people- all above 18 but below 30- were gathered in a tight crowd.
For a certain woman, only tall by goblin standards, that wasn't a good sign. She was at least six inches shorter than the shortest person she could see! Preparing for this, though, she had lugged a literal fold-out stepladder that was almost as tall as she was to the square. It took up a good bit of room, but she didn't care at all. As long as she could see the little stage that the Sender was on, she was happy, and her tail kept softly swishing.
On that stage, a few feet in front of the Sender but not obstructing the crowd's view of her, were two guards. They didn't wear any sort of armor, but they each carried a halberd, staring out into the crowd. The one on the right, a rather tall fellow, seemed a bit uncomfortable with his current place, but hid it as best as he could. This was the Sending, a time of celebration- he couldn't be nervous! Hell, he should be overjoyed that the curse upon Nix could very well be lifted because of the people chosen. Adjusting his grip on his halberd, he straightened his posture and put on a brave-ish face.
The date? June 29th, the beginning of autumn in Nix.
The leaves on every tree looked like they had changed overnight- not a single plant, save for the grass below, was green. Instead, they were given a fiery paintjob of blazing reds and vibrant yellows, waiting for the moment where they would all fall in the last storm before the flurries and blizzards came.
The little town of Frostwood was built almost entirely from those trees, from the houses that lined the streets to the butcher-shop on the streetcorner to the one place in town that served gems along with regular food. It wasn't all too spectacular- except for one day, where the streets were bustling and the streets were decorated beautifully with streamers and flowers that would only survive a day or two more.
What for? It was the day of the Sending! Where an old maiden with the clearest of foresight tells ten young ones of their destinies to lift the curse upon Nix. And even for those who weren't meant to save a nation, there was always an extravagant festival to celebrate the beginning of their journey. In the town square, at least two hundred people- all above 18 but below 30- were gathered in a tight crowd.
For a certain woman, only tall by goblin standards, that wasn't a good sign. She was at least six inches shorter than the shortest person she could see! Preparing for this, though, she had lugged a literal fold-out stepladder that was almost as tall as she was to the square. It took up a good bit of room, but she didn't care at all. As long as she could see the little stage that the Sender was on, she was happy, and her tail kept softly swishing.
On that stage, a few feet in front of the Sender but not obstructing the crowd's view of her, were two guards. They didn't wear any sort of armor, but they each carried a halberd, staring out into the crowd. The one on the right, a rather tall fellow, seemed a bit uncomfortable with his current place, but hid it as best as he could. This was the Sending, a time of celebration- he couldn't be nervous! Hell, he should be overjoyed that the curse upon Nix could very well be lifted because of the people chosen. Adjusting his grip on his halberd, he straightened his posture and put on a brave-ish face.