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2 Years. 2 Years as of this orange sunrise since she had left home and started wandering. This day marked the day she had turned her back on the village of Hirant and it's sideways glances and muttered oaths.
Lounging in a tree at the end of another contract for enough gold to put her feet on the road again, Lieze Swanhild was free to do as she pleased though this close to the empire's capital that was always a... riskier decision. What with the new policies involving indentured servitude, legal slavery to pay a debt, people were being more cautious, or predatory, then ever and a lot of it had to do with the sudden release of all the original slaves 5 years prior.
Being infernal blooded herself, Lieze knew full well that most humans would simply treat her as inferior and look to put her in chains somehow, while further south along the line of islands called the Screaming Isles, the demihumans there wouldn't even raise an eyebrow at her parentage.
But she needed gold to make that journey. 1500 miles was not a trip taken lightly and without funding, and that said nothing as to the cost of the ship's passage itself to reach the archipelago proper. She sighed, and the wind sighed with her, whistling gently through the boughs in which she rested, the rough bark of a hard oak to her back and all around her in this border forest.
She could see the capitol from her perch nearly 45 feet up in the goliath tree, a sand and gold colored towering city named Fair Hold, the seat of the Ciran Empire and the heart of it's trade and commerce away from the coastline. Oi! Swan! You riding in with us or parting ways here? Gerrald called up to her, riding on the back of a midnight stallion in his full gear.
Gerrald led the group of mercenaries she had signed on with this time for a 3 month contract, and she had been paid well for her work pushing back goblins of all things to the northwest. 100 gold pieces a month plus an extra gold piece a head she took personally. As it stood she had made a good account of herself and Gerrald's word would see her to more work. But with the 490 Gold pieces she had from this job resting safely in her pack, and her own 50 left from the last... she had other options and time before she needed another job. Time to wander.
She had entered the Empire proper from the west and met Gerrald at the border with his group of some 30 men and women before accepting the contract which had been publically posted. Many of them were parting ways after the week long hard ride across the empire itself without much rest and then the 93 day contract itself, but it had been well worth it in the end. What she did now with an entire Empire to explore was up to her, but Gerrald had promised her something useful the night before. If she spent this day with him as a guide through Fair hold, he'd give her an accurate map of the empire itself.
Looking down at him, he was not an unattractive man, maybe 6 years her senior and well built, sturdy and wide. He kept his auburn hair close cropped and his face clean shaven above his leather armor and steel plate sleeve, his shield resting across his shoulders, a wide kite, and his long sword on his hip as he looked up at her with hazel eyes and curiosity, wondering if she'd accept his offer now or part ways here.
Lounging in a tree at the end of another contract for enough gold to put her feet on the road again, Lieze Swanhild was free to do as she pleased though this close to the empire's capital that was always a... riskier decision. What with the new policies involving indentured servitude, legal slavery to pay a debt, people were being more cautious, or predatory, then ever and a lot of it had to do with the sudden release of all the original slaves 5 years prior.
Being infernal blooded herself, Lieze knew full well that most humans would simply treat her as inferior and look to put her in chains somehow, while further south along the line of islands called the Screaming Isles, the demihumans there wouldn't even raise an eyebrow at her parentage.
But she needed gold to make that journey. 1500 miles was not a trip taken lightly and without funding, and that said nothing as to the cost of the ship's passage itself to reach the archipelago proper. She sighed, and the wind sighed with her, whistling gently through the boughs in which she rested, the rough bark of a hard oak to her back and all around her in this border forest.
She could see the capitol from her perch nearly 45 feet up in the goliath tree, a sand and gold colored towering city named Fair Hold, the seat of the Ciran Empire and the heart of it's trade and commerce away from the coastline. Oi! Swan! You riding in with us or parting ways here? Gerrald called up to her, riding on the back of a midnight stallion in his full gear.
Gerrald led the group of mercenaries she had signed on with this time for a 3 month contract, and she had been paid well for her work pushing back goblins of all things to the northwest. 100 gold pieces a month plus an extra gold piece a head she took personally. As it stood she had made a good account of herself and Gerrald's word would see her to more work. But with the 490 Gold pieces she had from this job resting safely in her pack, and her own 50 left from the last... she had other options and time before she needed another job. Time to wander.
She had entered the Empire proper from the west and met Gerrald at the border with his group of some 30 men and women before accepting the contract which had been publically posted. Many of them were parting ways after the week long hard ride across the empire itself without much rest and then the 93 day contract itself, but it had been well worth it in the end. What she did now with an entire Empire to explore was up to her, but Gerrald had promised her something useful the night before. If she spent this day with him as a guide through Fair hold, he'd give her an accurate map of the empire itself.
Looking down at him, he was not an unattractive man, maybe 6 years her senior and well built, sturdy and wide. He kept his auburn hair close cropped and his face clean shaven above his leather armor and steel plate sleeve, his shield resting across his shoulders, a wide kite, and his long sword on his hip as he looked up at her with hazel eyes and curiosity, wondering if she'd accept his offer now or part ways here.