Asteriums Conquest

Quiet as a mouse

Calming breezes flows between the trees around a hooded figure. Dancing around their anckles picking up small leaves along with dirt. A deep red cloak sweeping of the floor and shifting in the wind looks like its alive. Cobbles and stones littler the small path the mysterious figure is clambering down. Villages are always peaceful at night. Silence and calm.  This stranger seems to be content in silence and solitude by their movements. Slow and confident, like water cutting its way through rock. Yet their steps silent, almost inhuman. Its like they carry a silence with them where ever they go. While this stranger is venturing further down the path something in the near distance comes into veiw. Further down the path a small glowing lantern flickers in the darkneess, lighting up a small building with ralinings. Beaming the light gets brighter as the stranger draws closer, the small shack creeps more into veiw. No bigger than a guards post. The stanger is close enough to see a figure slumched over  a small table thar creeps into veiw , the stranger can almost see who it is. and  why they are slumched over. Ominously the stranger stalkes closer. So close the figure has taken the same of a guard hunched over a peice of parchment, his thoughts completly  absorbed into whatever he seems to be writing. Shaggy messy hair rests on top of the guards head, his helm left to his left side. A shabby steel helm that would sit upon his head, with an ajustable eye sheild.  Casting a shadow on the shack, the guard continues to scribble on the parchment with a small wood pencil.  directly behind him the pastety white wall glows even into the window, setting a blue-ish tint on the inner wall. The stranger stands at the bottom of the steps of guard station, coated in silence. Waiting.

"Ahem" the stranger clears their throat, their patiece growing thing,  trying to grab the attention of the guard. The etherial voice emmits like lights from the cloak. Jumping back the guard is cought of guard. Clutching at his hilt, the flicker of his sword shining in the lantern light; sat on the table holding his parchment in place againts the winds. After composing himselg the starger speaks

" For a guard on duty your not paying close attention to your surrondings." The voice so clear but soft, yet again like water. Her voice could calm even the roughests of men even within the far north. A pale hand pertruds out of the cloak and reachs for the hood. She pulls it down to reveal something less than human.  The guard stands to look at the stranger wearing the cloak.

A demi-human stands before the guard. Quite common in this time, people of magicks and races alike. Within this world mixes of humans and magicks beasts are respeted or shunned depending on the reagion you reside in. The north are more excepting, most belive if you do hard work, you deserve respect no matter your race. The south is a diffrent story.Luckily for our mysterious demi-human she stumbled upon a small town in the north.

The stranger can get a better look at the village now without the hood obscuring her view. Small streams of moonlight and lanterns  shine over the village , touching anything it can, illuminating the straw roves and white plaster walls. Lighting up splotches of the dingy path. Furnishing everything in a thin layer of light. Making it seem enchanted yet eerie. Crickets chirping in the grass tufts beside the houses. Freshly burned coal clogging the air indicating most had gone to bed. But not all.As the hood rests on her shoulders the guard adjusts his eyes. Salmon curly bounds out of the hood, almost like a fire in its prime, untameable. Her left eye covered by black eye patch, her right glowing a bright teal colour, if that wasnt unusual the markings under her eyes would defenitly raise an eyebrow. her cheeks are adorned with small scales, gold, dark red and brown. looks like make,up from a distance. Making her face shimmer in the lanten light . But the most perculiar part of her was upon her head. Small horns pertruded out from her bouncy hair.  Crossing her arms politly a basket pokes it way out from beneath her cloak. A small furry face peers out of the basket investigating the area. A small white cat wirh diffent coloured eyes- the left a deep red, the right a cool teal- stares at the guard then back at its owner. Satisfied they retreat back into the small basket once again.