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Port Bruce; Llewdor; Saturday [05/11].
May. 11th, 2024 04:51 amThe journey between Daventry and Llewdor was a bit of a long and treacherous one, involving dangerous mountains, deadly deserts, and potentially sea travel, although the geography of this world was generally highly subject to change and up for debate. Which was exactly why Amaya and Irene would be traveling there with portals, as much as Amaya would like to see how Irene might fare in an arduous journey through the wilderness.
But, in the aftermath of the Tournament, Sir Graham had already proven himself to be an asset to the kingdom by settling the dispute with the Bridge Trolls, and it became very clear to Amaya that the money that had been so liberally promised to her was drying up quickly. Funny, that, considering the legend about the Royal Family of Daventry having in its possession a magical never-emptying chest, but Amaya wasn't going to dwell on that for too long. She followed the money, and if the money in Daventry was drying up, then it was time to go back to Fandom.
After a brief stop in her hometown, anyway. So she made the arrangements so that she and Irene could just portal right into the small seaside hamlet of Port Bruce, under the shadow of a lone spire of a mountain with a menacing castle atop it. And while the town was usually rowdy with all its passing pirates and merchants, the land of Llewdor itself was quite quite and pastoral, great field and rocky terrain and old oak forests, the kind of place that, once they were settled in at the inn, had Amaya offering Irene an apologetic sort of smile.
"Not exactly as many good places for sightseeing here as you'll find in London," she admitted, tempering her worry about what Irene might make of the place Amaya grew up in with the reminder that, well, this was probably quite a bit like what Irene would have expected, especially after a week in Daventry.
[[ for the fellow traveler, though can also be open for calls and texts! NFB for distance as well, obvi! ]]
But, in the aftermath of the Tournament, Sir Graham had already proven himself to be an asset to the kingdom by settling the dispute with the Bridge Trolls, and it became very clear to Amaya that the money that had been so liberally promised to her was drying up quickly. Funny, that, considering the legend about the Royal Family of Daventry having in its possession a magical never-emptying chest, but Amaya wasn't going to dwell on that for too long. She followed the money, and if the money in Daventry was drying up, then it was time to go back to Fandom.
After a brief stop in her hometown, anyway. So she made the arrangements so that she and Irene could just portal right into the small seaside hamlet of Port Bruce, under the shadow of a lone spire of a mountain with a menacing castle atop it. And while the town was usually rowdy with all its passing pirates and merchants, the land of Llewdor itself was quite quite and pastoral, great field and rocky terrain and old oak forests, the kind of place that, once they were settled in at the inn, had Amaya offering Irene an apologetic sort of smile.
"Not exactly as many good places for sightseeing here as you'll find in London," she admitted, tempering her worry about what Irene might make of the place Amaya grew up in with the reminder that, well, this was probably quite a bit like what Irene would have expected, especially after a week in Daventry.
[[ for the fellow traveler, though can also be open for calls and texts! NFB for distance as well, obvi! ]]
