The alchemist's journey.

The roads less traveled.

  It's the morning now, smells of smoldering ashes drift into his nostrils. The pit where the fire was overnight was barely glowing, giving off a vague warmth that swayed with the slightest of breezes. The others were finishing strapping their armor back on. Luna was the quickest since her armor was light and made of the richest of leathers. Her bow was sleek yet strong. Markus was taking a bit longer but he also wore armor that could withstand more, and his weapon of choice was of course a longsword. Whilst heavy by itself it seemed to easily dance in his hands.

  Magnus had a mix of armor types. His chestplate was of fitted yet non polished steel, his left arm from shoulder down, was fitted with a modified plate armor sleeve with pauldron. His right arm wore two separate but complimenting leather pieces. Artimus had basic boots, leather gauntlets and his cloak. "Not much to look at" he thought. Magnus spoke with his thunderous voice and we all started to move.

  The road was seemingly never ending to Artimus. No familiar sounds but the occasional messenger cart and trading cart rolled by. He spotted some marigolds and knew he was needing to grab some for the future. "Such a useful flower! I can't believe how many there are!" Luna glanced over her shoulder to see Artimus picking the flowers in a way she hadn't seen. Almost as if he was looking for the right ones, yet to her they all looked the same. "What are you doing?" She asked curiously. "Why I'm just gathering some supplies for a later date, I hope that's alright." She looked away with neutral interest now.

  The group came upon a small farm where there was a family tilling their land. Mother and daughter on a plot on the side of the home, and the father glancing upwards towards them. He came over, wiping his hands of dirt and grime. "How can I be of service dear traveler's." He said with a kind of cheer in his voice. Magnus stepped forward as to speak for the majority. "We'd like some water if that isn't too much, maybe some place to rest?" He said in his booming yet calm voice. The man nodded and smiled. He waved the group towards the barn area where there were plenty of places to sit and rest. He told his wife to grab some water for their guests and she made haste.

  Artimus looked around at the farm, almost in envy of it. The solitude was deafening but he loved it. Nearby was a small river. The farmers made use of it's natural power with some added help from stones placed to divert the water into a narrow funnel. After a few hours at the farm the group re embarks on their way. Hours passed and finally it was time to make camp once more. Magnus got the fire going, Luna was maintaining her bow and other equipment, Markus just sat down and began to hone his blade. Once again sleep was imminent, and Artimus soon drifted into unconsciousness.