Gamble in the Commonwealth
Kira and Jesse had technically arrived to Ecith sometime in late Frost. They’d wandered around the continent somewhat aimlessly, looking for signs of civilization. It had not been a good time. On top of the constant rains, they had to deal with a sickness that was causing their aether to constantly drain. Kira’s wards were the only thing keeping them from dying out in the wild so she was never at full power with hardly enough spare energy to fly them any meaningful distance. The sickness affected Jesse even more; he no longer felt confident in inter-continental teleportation… which meant no more trips back to their home continent to get supplies.
But they’d made it, somehow. They’d spotted Drathera from the skies and managed to trudge their way to Lowtown at about mid-day. It was the first day they could remember that it hadn’t rained since they’d arrived and it looked like the locals were putting on some kind of celebration, though it was hard to tell since neither Kira nor Jesse knew much about Ecith customs. For all they knew, this was simply how they lived every day.
“Kira… I need food,” Jesse told the woman beside him as smells hit their nostrils.
“It’s Zorela now,” she replied with a haggard cough. “Wonder if our money’s even good here.” That'd been the least of their worries up until that point.
“Oh right, Zorela,” Jesse said with an exasperated wave of his hand. “With any luck they accept banknotes here. If not...” He still blamed her for their current situation. It was her mark that had gotten her chased out of town and he’d been guilty by association. He’d considered abandoning her on several occasions but could never bring himself to do it. They had a relationship of sorts, but romance had been nonexistent for the last season.
As they got closer, Zorela wondered if they’d face any issues. They’d gone out of their way not to interact with anyone so far and nobody had come to bother them yet. Still, they were from the imperium. The two of them stood out like sore thumbs. She carried guns, ammunition, and dressed like she was a foreigner. Then there was the mark on her hand that had gotten them into this whole mess; she couldn’t even hide it because her gloves had gotten ripped off weeks ago. She certainly hoped it wouldn’t cause any issues here either.
Glade 1, 124th Year, A.o.S.
Kira and Jesse had technically arrived to Ecith sometime in late Frost. They’d wandered around the continent somewhat aimlessly, looking for signs of civilization. It had not been a good time. On top of the constant rains, they had to deal with a sickness that was causing their aether to constantly drain. Kira’s wards were the only thing keeping them from dying out in the wild so she was never at full power with hardly enough spare energy to fly them any meaningful distance. The sickness affected Jesse even more; he no longer felt confident in inter-continental teleportation… which meant no more trips back to their home continent to get supplies.
But they’d made it, somehow. They’d spotted Drathera from the skies and managed to trudge their way to Lowtown at about mid-day. It was the first day they could remember that it hadn’t rained since they’d arrived and it looked like the locals were putting on some kind of celebration, though it was hard to tell since neither Kira nor Jesse knew much about Ecith customs. For all they knew, this was simply how they lived every day.
“Kira… I need food,” Jesse told the woman beside him as smells hit their nostrils.
“It’s Zorela now,” she replied with a haggard cough. “Wonder if our money’s even good here.” That'd been the least of their worries up until that point.
“Oh right, Zorela,” Jesse said with an exasperated wave of his hand. “With any luck they accept banknotes here. If not...” He still blamed her for their current situation. It was her mark that had gotten her chased out of town and he’d been guilty by association. He’d considered abandoning her on several occasions but could never bring himself to do it. They had a relationship of sorts, but romance had been nonexistent for the last season.
As they got closer, Zorela wondered if they’d face any issues. They’d gone out of their way not to interact with anyone so far and nobody had come to bother them yet. Still, they were from the imperium. The two of them stood out like sore thumbs. She carried guns, ammunition, and dressed like she was a foreigner. Then there was the mark on her hand that had gotten them into this whole mess; she couldn’t even hide it because her gloves had gotten ripped off weeks ago. She certainly hoped it wouldn’t cause any issues here either.
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