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Walking on the crushed shell path, Savacea made her way through different people, heading towards the depths of the Swamp. Reactions of individuals differed depending on their station in Kenash. Some would sneer at her, others looked upon her with fear, then there were those who were curious of her. The Symenestra reacted as she usually did. With a deathly glare and a sneer planted on her face, at all individuals she passed. Her head never went down, her eyes stayed ahead of her. She would not be ashamed of her race, who she was, or her appearance.
Once off of the path, away from the bodies and sneering faces, she breathed easier. The sun hung in the sky, giving moderate warmth below. The Swamps were more wooded however, making it a bit more chilled, except when tendrils escaped through the trees and in that moment there were patches of warmth in the darkened Swamp. Willows swayed in the breeze, the lichen dancing to a ghostly tune on the air. Inhaling deeply, the Swamp smelled of rotted vegetation and murky waters.
Savacea kept walking, deeper and deeper she went into the Swamp, leaving the city of Kenash further behind her as she searched for something she could craft into a poison. Various plants looked promising, however she was searching for a swamp fungus. Assuming the fungus would be promising, as it grew in toxic conditions, she had high hopes. However, she would not know how the poison turned out, until she tested it on someone first.
Her bare-feet sunk into the moist ground, leaving puddles in her wake as she traversed the bog like land. Nearing a body of water, she looked around the edges. Among the swamp leaves sprouted out a bright yellow fungus. It was not very larger, perhaps her index finger long. The cap was slender and shaped like a club. The stalked appeared white with a slight hue of pink to it. Getting on her knees she gave the shroom a closer observation. It cropped out as one, with smaller fungi surrounding it. Looking around there were many, like little beacons in the swamp. Swamp Beacon had to be the mushroom she was looking at, she had heard about them briefly, but never really studied them or used them before.
Shrugging off her kit, she delved inside, putting on her leather gloves and pulling out a jar and tweezers. Taking the tweezers Savacea placed it at the very base of the mushroom, plucking it from it's muddy haven and depositing it into the jar. She was careful with the harvesting of the mushroom, as she did not know all of it's properties just yet or how fragile it could be. So far, the stalks and caps seemed sturdy enough. Exactly how toxic, or if at all, was yet to be determined as she continued her harvesting of the tiny beacons. She filled the jar half-way, capping it and placing it back into her kit, she set back on her heels gazing around her.
This place gave off an energy of warning and danger. However, it had a wildness to it that Savacea appreciated. Though, not as eerie as the Black Marsh, the Swamps of Kenash still had a eldritch air about it. Savacea breathed in deeply, her body relaxing for once since she had been in Kenash. She had been on guard the whole time, as there were too many living bodies around. Her days in Sunberth had taught her to trust no one and to always expect a knife in the back. Out in the Swamps however it all drifted away and a small semblance of peace entered her.
18th Spring 516av
Little Slices of Death
Little Slices of Death
Walking on the crushed shell path, Savacea made her way through different people, heading towards the depths of the Swamp. Reactions of individuals differed depending on their station in Kenash. Some would sneer at her, others looked upon her with fear, then there were those who were curious of her. The Symenestra reacted as she usually did. With a deathly glare and a sneer planted on her face, at all individuals she passed. Her head never went down, her eyes stayed ahead of her. She would not be ashamed of her race, who she was, or her appearance.
Once off of the path, away from the bodies and sneering faces, she breathed easier. The sun hung in the sky, giving moderate warmth below. The Swamps were more wooded however, making it a bit more chilled, except when tendrils escaped through the trees and in that moment there were patches of warmth in the darkened Swamp. Willows swayed in the breeze, the lichen dancing to a ghostly tune on the air. Inhaling deeply, the Swamp smelled of rotted vegetation and murky waters.
Savacea kept walking, deeper and deeper she went into the Swamp, leaving the city of Kenash further behind her as she searched for something she could craft into a poison. Various plants looked promising, however she was searching for a swamp fungus. Assuming the fungus would be promising, as it grew in toxic conditions, she had high hopes. However, she would not know how the poison turned out, until she tested it on someone first.
Her bare-feet sunk into the moist ground, leaving puddles in her wake as she traversed the bog like land. Nearing a body of water, she looked around the edges. Among the swamp leaves sprouted out a bright yellow fungus. It was not very larger, perhaps her index finger long. The cap was slender and shaped like a club. The stalked appeared white with a slight hue of pink to it. Getting on her knees she gave the shroom a closer observation. It cropped out as one, with smaller fungi surrounding it. Looking around there were many, like little beacons in the swamp. Swamp Beacon had to be the mushroom she was looking at, she had heard about them briefly, but never really studied them or used them before.
Shrugging off her kit, she delved inside, putting on her leather gloves and pulling out a jar and tweezers. Taking the tweezers Savacea placed it at the very base of the mushroom, plucking it from it's muddy haven and depositing it into the jar. She was careful with the harvesting of the mushroom, as she did not know all of it's properties just yet or how fragile it could be. So far, the stalks and caps seemed sturdy enough. Exactly how toxic, or if at all, was yet to be determined as she continued her harvesting of the tiny beacons. She filled the jar half-way, capping it and placing it back into her kit, she set back on her heels gazing around her.
This place gave off an energy of warning and danger. However, it had a wildness to it that Savacea appreciated. Though, not as eerie as the Black Marsh, the Swamps of Kenash still had a eldritch air about it. Savacea breathed in deeply, her body relaxing for once since she had been in Kenash. She had been on guard the whole time, as there were too many living bodies around. Her days in Sunberth had taught her to trust no one and to always expect a knife in the back. Out in the Swamps however it all drifted away and a small semblance of peace entered her.