Of Inky Needles & Bloody Axes

Prolog

"The edge of my axes is the pen to write my history. The tip of the inky needle is the way I memorize it."

- Rowzog'ka Sweetvoice, Tattoo Artist apprentice and Berserker.

The sound of a pen laid down onto a book and the book, wrapped in brown leather, with no title engraved in it yet, clapped shut before the Half-elf looked up to the crackling warm campfire in the middle of the camp. Around the camp stands four tents, for each of the members of this party owns one. Something the group had been working on for quite some time. Sio recalled the time they shared a bigger bed and she ended up squished in between the muscular, tall Orc and the equally tall, but athletic dark elf. A warm smile spread over her lips, a feeling of fond memories washed over her, as she took her notes for the last time. She went through them once more, letting the memories of their adventures play again in her mind. Reminiscing of times when they had almost either of their members to arguments and disagreements, or simple and foolish death. While a sad memory, she recalls all of them fondly and is happy to have had this experience. Poetry and drawings are what she enjoys the most. "This night, however, is different," she said to herself, her gaze wandering over the camp and those inhabiting it. A tall, muscular, green-skinned orc lady, bearing several tattoos, some of which, Sio fondly remembers tattooing into her skin. A strawberry blonde gnome lady in leather attire which is surprisingly always fashionable, good looking, and useful, and with a staff to her side. Last but not least a tall dark-skinned elf with long hair, an acrobatic muscular build as well, and tattoos Sio recalls bringing onto the skin. Their names are known as Deedi the gnome and Misty the dark elf. The half-elf herself has pale skin, with tattoos all over it, white side-cut hair, and blue glowing eyes. Sio let her gaze wander once more before she let out a soft sigh and rested back a bit. Her hand wanders over the back of her notebook, as she then lets her hands wander over the uncovered skin of her arms, striving along the lines of the art she has immortalized in her skin, the scars she has suffered, all she recalls with those memories she received and made herself. A sigh is released from the elf as her chest rises and lowers gently before she speaks calmly and low. "One more time and I leave this life behind."

"So you bring it in motion, eh?" The Orc leaned up and gave a slightly tired smile towards Sio, as she asked low to not wake up the others. The Orc lay half in her sleeping bag, with her head out of the tent as she looked up at the half-elf.

Sio returned the smile to her with a hint of discomfort, knowing she told Row about it, only because she read her notebook once. Which the half-elf still is a bit mad about, but just jest about mostly in current times. It was true, she wanted to leave the life of adventuring behind herself, she grew tired of it, despite being quite young for a half-elf still. Row got up and pulled herself out of her sleeping bag only to stand in small clothes next to Sio. She sat down next to Sionia. Her arm wrapped around the Half-elf to give her a gentle squeeze.

"I am sure you will do great and hey... I think I'm going to come with you." Row said calmly, as she looked down at Sio with her red eyes slightly glittering in the light of the campfire, looking even more fiery red than before. Sio had always found those eyes fascinating and now having them so close once more to her, made her unwillingly flush up red on her cheeks, though only momentarily. Sio looked up with her glowing, icy blue eyes at the tall orc. Row recognizes this gaze. A gaze of fondness from those half-elven eyes with a hint of unwanted guilt over what she is about to do. Sio said calmly. "You know... perhaps I could use a helping hand out there." The half-elf leaned into the Orcess who answered by squeezing her side gently.

"Well, I know you are lost without me, eh? So I will just help ya out." Row chuckles low after she speaks in almost a whisper. When she flashed a grin.