24 Wintumber, Year 5, Sixth Age
Thorvar Crittersmash came early this year. It was as though one of her father's colorful stories had come to life; Lumbridge was the spitting image of the Ice Mountain in her dreams.
Heavy snowfall had all but enveloped the sleepy town that was her new home. Her brothers and sisters were busy at work building snowmen and gathering snowballs, no doubt eager to show the outlanders here how to celebrate Christmas the Fremmenik way.
Ingithora had other plans.
Being the middle child meant a lot of things. On a day like this it meant freedom. Let the hunt begin.
Her quarry was small, fast, and desperate. She was none of those. Large and ponderous just like her father, Ingithora knew the odds of catching her prey were slim at best. But that made it all the more exciting.
Go against the surf. Those were her father's words, and she took them to heart. People looked at her and only saw a giant of a girl who might one day make a great warrior. They never saw the cunning look in her eyes or the dexterous flick of her wrist that cut loose their coin purse.
Her quarry made the same mistake. Instead of running, it thought to try and hide from her in a thick copse nearby. Ingithora's sharp-sightedness caught its movements through the trees. She began her careful approach. There will be no escape for you now.
Just like that and it was over. Ingithora stole upon her unsuspecting prey with more stealth than the snow impling thought possible for a girl her size. It roared petulantly, but couldn't deny her its treasure and a congratulatory "good game."
With the snow impling gone, Ingithora examined her loot. It was a ring, unusually warm and glowing softly. Such an ugly thing. It was hewn from an unfamiliar metal, beaten unevenly, and unadorned... yet there was power within this ring. Power both thrilling and frightening.
What are you?
Ingithora didn't expect to receive an answer. "Ptolemos, the friendly, informative Mahjarrat."
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Role-player and proud owner of eleven Capes of Accomplishment.
Thorvar Crittersmash came early this year. It was as though one of her father's colorful stories had come to life; Lumbridge was the spitting image of the Ice Mountain in her dreams.
Heavy snowfall had all but enveloped the sleepy town that was her new home. Her brothers and sisters were busy at work building snowmen and gathering snowballs, no doubt eager to show the outlanders here how to celebrate Christmas the Fremmenik way.
Ingithora had other plans.
Being the middle child meant a lot of things. On a day like this it meant freedom. Let the hunt begin.
Her quarry was small, fast, and desperate. She was none of those. Large and ponderous just like her father, Ingithora knew the odds of catching her prey were slim at best. But that made it all the more exciting.
Go against the surf. Those were her father's words, and she took them to heart. People looked at her and only saw a giant of a girl who might one day make a great warrior. They never saw the cunning look in her eyes or the dexterous flick of her wrist that cut loose their coin purse.
Her quarry made the same mistake. Instead of running, it thought to try and hide from her in a thick copse nearby. Ingithora's sharp-sightedness caught its movements through the trees. She began her careful approach. There will be no escape for you now.
Just like that and it was over. Ingithora stole upon her unsuspecting prey with more stealth than the snow impling thought possible for a girl her size. It roared petulantly, but couldn't deny her its treasure and a congratulatory "good game."
With the snow impling gone, Ingithora examined her loot. It was a ring, unusually warm and glowing softly. Such an ugly thing. It was hewn from an unfamiliar metal, beaten unevenly, and unadorned... yet there was power within this ring. Power both thrilling and frightening.
What are you?
Ingithora didn't expect to receive an answer. "Ptolemos, the friendly, informative Mahjarrat."
Member of the
Godless
and an advocate of
Moia
Zamorak
.
Role-player and proud owner of eleven Capes of Accomplishment.
23-Dec-2017 00:00:07 - Last edited on 23-Dec-2017 00:18:56 by Ptolemy Dean