"Even a bad day is just 24 hours."
The town of Grendale was full of humans. The sun shunned down on the town as people walked around. A hooded figure walked among them. She walked into the guild hall of the village, Tall, with a lean, athletic build. She wears a brown cloak with a hood. Taking their hood down revealing that she have pointed ears, like thin, long petals sprouting off her head. In just the right light, they bordered almost on translucency.
Her eyes are the brightest of greens, shining almost like emeralds.They are almond-shaped, pointed upwards at the outside corner to give her a mischievous and inquisitive glance. Her eyes pierce, as if they can see right through to the heart of someone.
A tangle of green hair cascades down her back, likened to a river of verdant silk. The color is so bright, almost unnatural, yet perfect in its place, matching the bright green of her eyes. It falls in a long braided 'tail'. Wavy hair plays around her face.
The brown cloak wrapped around her, seeming to be weathered and beaten by time and the fact that she spends much of her time outdoors. With the folds falling to her ankle. While the cloak itself is quite practical in function, it still flows out behind her like some dark cloud, adding to her mystery.
She is the quiet confidence and assurance, knowing full well her beauty. Her appearance almost commands attention silently without a word-an inescapable magnet that draws the eye to her. Her piercing emerald gaze may speak a thousand secrets and tales.
Some whispers emerged, but she heard them all with her immaculate hearing. "Is that a high elf?"Does she think she owns the place or what?", "I'd take her on an adventure.", and another from someone named Lumi: "Wow, she's cute." His party member elbowed him. Everyone soon re-engaged in their conversations. The elf walked towards the front desk. "How may I help you? The quest board is to your left, and it's pretty full." The receptionist said.
The elf scanned the board and selected a one fit for her experience level. Around her neck, she wore a medallion showing what rank she was. The medallion glistned in the light of the guild hall. It was sanded from a high-quality sliver, making it very shiny. One of the highest ranks of the guild. The elf took the quest paper off the board and slid it to the receptionist. "This one." She said. "Perfect! Sign here, and I assume you know the rest?" The receptionist replied. They nodded and signed the paper. It read "Cassyt L."
Cassyt read over the quest paper one again and marked the location in her head. Thanking the receptionist, Cassyt turned towards the door. Making her way towards the door, she put her hood back up, hiding her ears on hair. The sunlight blared in Cassyt's eyes as she opened the door. Children ran amuck as pets flew and walked beside their owners. The sound of a bard played in the distance. A song about "Arri 'The Rider of Lightning'"
Making her way to the enterence, Cassyt would in-vision the route to her destination. Dodging all the children running around, Cassyt finally reached the entrance. Walking out into the wilderness, she breathed a sign of relief.
As Cassyt stepped into the forest, it would seem the soft earth itself whispered secrets of the ancient land below her feet. Above, the kaleidoscope of emerald and olive leaves filtered through the sun, sending dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air was alive with the sweet, melodious chirping of birds, their tweets weaving a tapestry of sound that filled Cassyt's heart with wonder.
With every step, the treetops were rising higher and higher above her, and the underbrush thicker until Cassyt had to push aside curtains of vine tangling her at every step into thorny clumps. The soft layer of fallen leaves and ferns covering the ground beneath her feet muted the falls of her footsteps so that she could move in stealth through the wilds. The smell of dampened earth and decaying leaves wafted into her nostrils.
On her left, a flash of iridescent blue slammed into her vision, and she looked back that way to see a bird on a branch dressed in feathers of azure and green. His song was a series of piercing crystal-clear notes that heaved and shattered the air. The bird looked at her, and in that one moment, they stared at each other, Cassyt jolting at the connection with this small feathered animal. It flew away with a mere flick of its tail and disappeared into the leafy canopy above.
The trees thinned out as she walked further, and through the haze, she could see the outlines of what appeared to be remnants of a city-ancient relics, really. Accumulations of stone walls with vines and moss on them stretch to the high heavens, as bony hands whose surface features are washed away by time and abandonment. The atmosphere hums with the weight of ages, and heavy air carries cautious whispers of a forgotten civilization over the woodland.
Cassyt was walking down the path around the ruins. All of a sudden, she heard rustling from within the trees. A cackling scream let loose from what appeared to be a tree as an arrow barely wizzed by Cassyt's ear. After the miss, a group of cultists popped out from behind a tree, and a ranger hopped down from a higher branch. The party consisted of kobolds, goblins, and a kobold cheiftan.
This caught Cassyt by surprise, but she managed to notch and arrow on her bow quickly. Cassyt stood poised, bow drawn, her emerald eyes piercingly set upon the targets before her. The kobold chieftain, a snarling scaled thing with cruel glint of eye, let out a shrill cackle as he brandished his crude spear. He was flanked by a pair of goblins and kobolds, their warty skin seeming to drink in the faint light about them.
With one fluid movement, Cassyt drew back the string of her bow. The stretched wood and cord hummed with energy. Her fingers loosed the string, and the arrow flew, its razor-keen head slicing deep into the kobold chieftain's shoulder, just above the joint, where its scales were the thinnest The effect was preceded by the dull, moist crunch of something popping, and the kobold's manic cackle ceased as it tumbled, vision blurring.
The sudden violence surprised the two goblins, which for a moment paralysed them, then one turned and ran. Cassyt's second arrow was nocked and drawn; it flew straight and sure. It bit into the back of a goblin's knee, bursting through the joint and shattering the bone, and the goblin crashed to the ground screaming. The remaining goblin spun about in a mad dash for cover, beady eyes wide with terror, but Cassyt's third arrow cut him down with deadly precision, catching him in the chest, the force of the impact lifting the goblin off the ground, twitching, convulsing, crashing to earth, motionless.
Cassyt put her bow back, took her daggers out, and faced the kobolds. The first had been caught off guard and fell with a quick slash from one of Cassyt's daggers. The body crumbled to the grassy ground with a faint gurgle.
But the other two were not, and they ran to each other really fast with their small round eyes shining furiously and in fear at Cassyt. Kobold two and three dived at her in a simultaneous manner; their crude blades, glinting in the poor light, hoped to overwhelm her with just numbers.
Cassyt, however, was not easily intimidated. In one swift movement, she evaded the clumsy attack of the kobold; her daggers wove in and out of the shadows cast from trees above as she struck back with deadly precision. Kobold two received a dagger in its throat, its eyes wide with stunned shock as it tumbled backward, clutching its ruined neck.
Its fellow's fate did not deter Kobold three; it pressed the attack, and Cassyt was ready for it. In one swift, violent stroke, she jammed her second dagger deep into the kobold's chest, her blade tearing deep into his scaled flesh. A faint squeak escaped the kobold's mouth as it slumped to the floor, its body twitching weakly as life fled its fatal wound.
With the final kobold fallen, Cassyt stood tall, her chest heaving slightly with exertion, while her emerald eyes gleamed with a fierce, triumphant light. Her blades dripping a deep red blood its color, almost like claret wine.
The kobold ranger nocked its arrow and screamed in hopes to hit Cassyt as he let the arrow go. The arrow flew towards Cassyt, but she had already dogged. Throwing one of her daggers. It hit with a thunk in the kobolds head right between the eyes. The kobold's vision blured as its eyes turned bloodshot. The kobold collapsed as if it had no bones.
Cassyt took note of her surroundings. She didn't bother to take the cultists' stuff. Though curious, Cassyt quickened her pace, looking around at the ruins.What was once proud, towering villages lay in ruin, their stones worn smooth by the unstoppable march of time Cassyt wandered through the clearing; her footsteps echoed off the walls as she made her way deeper into the ancient town. She saw the ruin of a temple, its main entrance flanked by two stone statues, their features rubbed off by the elements, and the foundation of a great hall with its walls cracked and broken, the roof long since tumbled in.
And then, as she turned the corner, there it was: an entrance to the dungeon which the quest was telling her to clear, a huge stone doorway with ancient carvings and some sort of ancient symbols inlaid into it. The door itself was covered in dust and cobwebs, and it really did look as if it had not been opened in centuries; Cassyt felt a cold clammy shiver run down her spine as she approached it. The air seemed to grow colder, the shadows deepening and twisting around her, as if the very presence of the dungeon were some dark and malevolent force.
Cassyt's heart bobbed up and down in her chest as her hand reached out and swept over the door, outlining the prolific carvings inscribed within its surface. Unyielding, cold, it was as if the softest murmur of the weight of secrets and mysteries beyond count crushed in that dungeon seemed to lean on her finger. Taking a deep breath and nerving herself, she opened the door. The creaking whine of the hinges sounded boisterously then, as it were the echo of the very knell of death, across the forest. The creaking open of the door let out a musty smell; Cassyt stepped forward as her eyes adjusted to the interior darkness. This was the dungeon at last, and she prepared herself.
Standing in the dark, old room, thick with dust and the stench of decay, Cassyt suddenly found herself face to face with two snarling orcs. Their eyes gleamed with a feral light, and their jagged teeth seemed to be bared in perpetual snarl. The orcs, their muscle bodies, a mass of scars and tattoos, "Small creature, before you die by our hand. I introduce myself. I am Gorthok, your killer." One of the orcs said. The other one said, "No! I will be your killer. Remember my name, I am Korga." The orcs charged at Cassyt with a fierce battle cry, their crude swords flashing in the faint, flickering light that filtered through grimy windows.
Cassyt, with her emerald eyes blazing in a cold determination, rapidly raised her long bow and drew the string back to her cheek, an arrow nocked, ready to fly. Releasing it, the arrow flew straight, hitting the larger orc, Gorthok, in the chest. Grunting in pain, he did not fall but instead continued to charge at Cassyt.
The second orc, Korga, was quicker, and he dodged to the side, avoiding the arrow by mere inches. He swung his sword in a wide, powerful arc, aiming to cleave Cassyt in two. Cassyt, however, was no stranger to combat, and she swiftly drew another arrow from her quiver and released it, striking Korga in the arm. The orc yelped in pain, but he did not stop and instead continued to press the attack.
Cassyt, realizing her bow was not going to be enough to take down the two orcs, slung it over her shoulder and drew her two daggers. The orcs, sensing victory, charged at her with renewed ferocity, their swords flashing in the dim light. Cassyt readied her daggers, preparing to meet the orcs' attack.
Gorthok, his chest wound bleeding profusely, swung his sword in a wild, powerful arc, aiming to crush Cassyt beneath his blade. Cassyt, her eyes locked on the orc, dodged to the side, avoiding the blow by inches. She swiftly counterattacked, her daggers flashing in the dim light as she struck at Gorthok's exposed flank. The orc grunted in pain, but he did not fall and instead continued to press the attack.
Bleeding from his arm wound, Korga was the quicker of the two, lashing out in a swift, precise blow to catch Cassyt off guard. Cassyt was no stranger to close combat, though, and she promptly parried the blow with one of her daggers, which chipped the blade of the dagger, her other dagger flashing in a swift, deadly strike that bit deep into Korga's side. The orc yelped in pain but did not stop, continuing with his attack.
The battle continued, the two orcs and Cassyt exchanging blows, all of them determined to see themselves on top. Cassyt's daggers flashed in the dim light, striking time and again, but the orcs were relentless, continuing to press the attack. Gorthok's sword sliced through the air, striking Cassyt's shoulder, and she grunted in pain, her vision blurring for a moment.
Korga sensed victory and struck at Cassyt with a swift, precise blow, seeking to catch her off guard. Cassyt gritted her teeth to ease the pain, and she recovered in a flash, her daggers flashing in a swift, deadly strike that bit deep into Korga's chest. The orc stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock and pain, and Cassyt took advantage of the momentary distraction to strike at Gorthok.
The bigger orc, his chest wound welling with blood, fell back, dropping his sword. Cassyt was still standing over him, daggers clutched in her hands, her chest heaving. She looked up, locking gazes with Korga, who, still tumbling backward, had his eyes wide with shock and pain.
Cassyt, with a blur in her sight due to exhaustion and beating, knew she had to be done with the fight. So, with a forward stride and her daggers at their usual strategic positions, she stroked Korga with her quick, precise blows. Korga attempted a parry, but the agility of Cassyt outmaneuvered him as deep within his neck, the blade bit. Wide-eyed, he buckled rearward, with a crash of his body onto the floor. The might of the slash shattered the chipped dagger in pieces.
Gorthok lay on the ground, his chest bleeding profusely, looking up at Cassyt with eyes full of pain and hate. Cassyt stood over him, a dagger still clutched in her right hand, heaving with exertion. She looked down at the orc, her eyes locked with his, knowing that the fight was not over yet. She raised her dagger, struck in a swift, quick cut, and the orc's life ended.
Cassyt stood over Gorthok, her chest heaving with exertion, her vision blurring with exhaustion and pain. She knew she had to get out of the room and find a way to tend to her wounds. She looked around, her eyes scanning the room, and spotted a door on the far side. With the rest of her strength, she limped over to the door. Suddenly she heard "Boo" behind her. Quickly turning around, she saw that Korga was now wielding a giant club.
Korga swung with much force and hit Cassyt directly on. Cassyt went flying into the air and was launched back before catching herself. She dropped her only dagger. She had to use her bow. With the last two arrows, she quickly nocked them and fired them, but her vision was blurry, and she missed both.
The orc ran up to Cassyt, club in hand, and swung the heaviest he could. With a thwaak, Cassyt was launched backward into a stone wall. Ringing in her ears as blood trickled down from her head as her vision darkened until she finally blacked out.