[center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/34957/posts/ooc?page=22#post-1581957]Elrbetrt Westfeld[/url]
Liveria - Heaven's Haven[/center]
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It was exciting to say the least.

To be finally free of the house, and take in all these new things. It was intimidating at first, as she had no idea where to go, what to do, or even where the roads were. Elrbetrt, or El as those who were close to her called her, was very grateful for the presence of her personal maid. She would be lost somewhere, being prey to bandits with no handsome prince to save her if her maid had not been there to guide her, and comfort her when she grew doubtful of her cause. After several weeks on the road, El had honed her senses to a such a degree she could hear a leaf crackle from far away, she could smell the oil used to maintain weapons at close range, and even through the infernal bumping and jostling of her destrier, know what sort of ground it was stepping on. Incidentally rocky terrains inflict much more pain upon her maidenly rear than soft ground or paved roads.

The sound and smell made up for it however, they had stopped upon a most heavenly open place, where she could feel the sun shining upon her unhindered, and the most fragrant smell came to her nose. Her maid told her it was a meadow blooming full of flowers. What she wouldn't give to see the light. 

They had finally joined the Queen's Blade a few weeks after the meadow, where a group of knights who seemed to bear the same purpose as the Westfelds were. Not surprisingly, she had taken up the quest for the angels supposedly hiding out near the Liverian mountains. El had resigned herself for another long trot back to Liveria, with Janli, her maid, beginning preparations for such. Thus the introduction of the mage tunnels, or corridors came as a surprise to her.

In mere minutes, they were back on the soils of Liveria, her destrier seemingly excited at the smell of fresh air, and presumably at being back in its homeland. Janli's palfrey however, was more interested in the grass that grew, judging from the sounds of spirited chomping upon a patch of grass nearby.

The journey to the foothills themselves were pleasant, but the smell of decay and blood kept Elrbetrt from enjoying the ride. A slight hollow whistling of the winds and a distinct dusty smell told her all she needed to know. They had stopped in front of some sort of skulls on a stick, the wind making a slight noise every time it blew through the sockets. There seemed to be something else at the skulls, most likely some writings from the faint smell of ink, but reading was beyond her ability.

As hey moved deeper into orc territory, she could hear some pitter patter of small feet behind them, as well as heavier footsteps.She looked around, trying to hear more, wondering if she should have told the other knights. The other knights seemed aware of the threat however, judging from how they were going on with evil and malevolent things from the Nine Hells itself. Then they should have no problem detecting those people who came behind them. Who else but people have those sort of steps?

A while later, they stopped in a small clearing, where the smell of fresh earth was prevalent, though there was still that smell of filth underlying it. Her maid mentioned there were a collection of boulders ahead, looking very suspicious with their placing and arrangements, as if funneling them into a trap.

‘’If you do not mind having me putting my opinion on the matter…’’ He had a very thick accent, further strengthening his identity with El, who before, had only his scent to remember him by. ‘’It would be best we do not wait for them to strike. It would let them time to adjust to our position and possibly make a better ambush. Worst, they could have time to send people behind us and block our exit route. We could try to provoke them instead, have them be forced to come out. If these are truly savages, then they will answer our lure, even if they have a strong chief.’’

This must be a foreign knight, come to help the land against evil. She did not see much flaw in his plan, but... what if the traps were made not by savages? And what if those people behind them were..... She looked around again, a frown forming beneath the featureless faceplate helm. Orcs were orcs, and were supposedly big and scary from what she heard from the stories they tell her. If so... who were the ones behind them?

"Perhaps.... another route would be an option? If not, there is no other choice save to wait here, or to charge straight ahead through what may be a trap." She blushed horrifically at that, grateful her helm hid her face. Mustering up the courage to speak to what seemed to be a company of hardened, veteran knights was hard to say the least, not to mention they might take that as insolence towards one's betters.