acquisitions


In the Archenland Forest
Eastern Archenland


You stand in the middle of a forest.  The trees are broadly spaced, the ground beneath you uncluttered by underbrush, giving the gently rolling landscape an almost parklike feel.  Dappled light filters down through the branches, leaves shimmering and translucent against the sunlight. A few birds flit by overhead while others sing in the trees, providing a merry counterpoint to the whispering of the wind.  To the south, you can see the mountains that separate Archenland from the Southern Desert.


Jana saunters through the trees, her expression particularly sour this evening.

Lanisen makes his way with some difficulty through the trees, a dead doe slung over his shoulders. He appears to be having quite a time of it, tripping frequently, but his expression is distinctly smug.
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peaches


In the Archenland Forest
Eastern Archenland


You stand on a well-trod path in the forest.  To the north, mountains separate Narnia from Archenland  To the south you see the continuing expanse of the Archenland forest. The path continues westward through the forest in one direction, and in the other, curves away to the northeast, toward Anvard.


Lanisen heads up the path, apparently wandering aimlessly. He has a half-eaten (incredibly juicy) peach in one hand, making an unfortunate mess of his sleeve.

Jana wrinkles her nose at the sight of Lanisen’s sleeve. “Hungry?”
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foiled


In the Archenland Forest
Eastern Archenland


Golden light filters down through the tree branches overhead, making the leaves glow translucently.  A gentle breeze stirs the leaves slightly, causing the light to shimmer on the grassy forest floor.  To the north stands a large stand of fir trees.


Jana sits at the base of the tree, touching up her make-up and looking put out.

Lanisen makes his way toward the peach tree from somewhere farther south in the forest. He pauses, blinking at Jana. “Hi,” he says, puzzled. “Thought you were off at the castle…?”
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the odd couple


Ziel’s Practice Grounds
Andale
Eastern Archenland


You stand in another bit of cleared ground, just off Vechter’s Field, and obviously a part of it. Ziel, a young Son of Adam, sits on his chair, generally snoozing unless he’s pestered for a target. Behind him is a pile of straw targets, some new, some half-made, some completely destroyed, ready to be taken apart and remade, if only Ziel would wake up and get to work. There are several stands at different hights, scattered across the clearing. It appears that the targets are affixed to these, once purchased.

The only easy way to leave is to go through Vecter’s Field to the east. The rest of the area is hemmed in by conifers.


Morrigan watches, once more quietly.

Lanisen is doing his best to tear up a target placed in an unobtrusive corner of the field. He’s obviously been at it for some time, as his face is beet red and glistening with sweat. He pauses, catches a glimpse of Shenzi, and turns with a scowl. “/What/?!”

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more blood


Cave Entrance
Western Archenland


You stand on a narrow ledge overlooking the pool below. A cool breeze blows off the spray of the waterfall, though it also makes the ledge quite slippery and dangerous. A narrow trail, littered with dirt and pebbles, goes behind the waterfall. The trail leads to a dark hole and looks to have been well travelled once upon a time.


Jana sits nearish the ledge, repairing clothes. She wears long sleeves despite the heat.

Lanisen climbs up the rope and slings his satchel up before hoisting himself over the edge. “Ugh,” he groans melodramatically, looking at his palms. “Are we moving on soon? ‘Cause I don’t think my hands will survive climbing that rope too many more times.”

Jana pulls a salve-sort-of thing of of her pack and tosses it at him. To him. A little of both, really. “Quit whining. Better hide-out than most.”

Lanisen lunges for the bottle and fumbles it. “Better’n a tree,” he concedes, picking up the bottle and unscrewing the cap. “Bleah! What is this stuff?” He sniffs suspiciously at the goop.

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editing


Cave Entrance
Western Archenland


You stand on a narrow ledge overlooking the pool below. A cool breeze blows off the spray of the waterfall, though it also makes the ledge quite slippery and dangerous. A narrow trail, littered with dirt and pebbles, goes behind the waterfall. The trail leads to a dark hole and looks to have been well travelled once upon a time.


Loc sits near the edge of the cave, allowing the water to sprinkle him from the waterfall.

Lanisen heads out to the cave entrance from somewhere farther inside. He nods to Loc and sits down just out of the spray of water. “Evening.”

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no rest for the wicked


Cave Entrance
Western Archenland


You stand on a narrow ledge overlooking the pool below. A cool breeze blows off the spray of the waterfall, though it also makes the ledge quite slippery and dangerous. A narrow trail, littered with dirt and pebbles, goes behind the waterfall. The trail leads to a dark hole and looks to have been well travelled once upon a time.


Loc hehs, “Well, you know the saying. There’s no place like home. We can always keep to a different part of town. It’s large enough…” He looks thoughtful, “Though Andale isn’t so bad either.”

Jana shrugs. “Or we find ourselves a new disguise. I heard something about lightening your hair that I’m apt to try.”

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solo


Carmichael Village Square
Western Archenland


You stand in the center of a quaint little country village, nestled in the foothills of the Western Mountains. There are a few shops surrounding the square, including Isfar’s blacksmith shop to the east, which is ringing with the sound of iron-on-iron. To the southwest is a small tavern, which smells of good home-cooked food. There is a traveller’s shelter to the northwest with a sign over the door that reads “Carmichael Lodge”. There is also a shop to the northeast.

The main road heads south toward the settlement, a collection of humble, neatly-kept homes to the southwest of the main town.


Myrd is standing in front of the inn. He looks impatient and his arms are crossed. He scans the square, apparently expecting someone.

Lanisen meanders into the square, glancing around at the passing people. He catches sight of Myrd and crosses unhurriedly to join him.

Myrd nods in the direction of the forest path, wordlessly indicating Lanisen should join him.

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first job


Andale Crossroad
Eastern Archenland


You stand at a busy crossroad outside Andale. The main road curves up from the forest to the southwest, heading into the town to the east. A less-traveled road winds up into the mountains to the west, and a smaller track descends into a canyon to the north.

South of the crossroads is heavily forested, the main path disappearing into the trees to the southwest. At the southeast corner of the crossroads stands a tall walnut tree.


Lanisen walks toward town, keeping to the side of the road, out of the way of most traffic. He watches the faces of the people passing by, but doesn’t attempt to engage any of them.

Loc leans against the tree, whittling an old branch.

Jana is beside Loc with… a patch of embroidery.

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gossip


Andale Crossroad
Eastern Archenland


You stand at a busy crossroad outside Andale. The main road curves up from the forest to the southwest, heading into the town to the east. A less-traveled road winds up into the mountains to the west, and a smaller track descends into a canyon to the north.

South of the crossroads is heavily forested, the main path disappearing into the trees to the southwest. At the southeast corner of the crossroads stands a tall walnut tree.


Lanisen is leaning against the walnut tree, people-watching. Not really scouting for a target, just… watching.

Jana saunters from the direction of the inn, chewing a nail and ‘accidentally’ brushing a few people on the way through the crowded crossroad. One brow quirks upward at the sight of Lanisen.

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