68th of Zi'da, Arc 717
Immortal's Tongue
Late Morning
When one asked for a way to get closer to the immortals, Scalvoris seemed to have only a singular answer, ready on every local's lips. Immortals' Tongue was an island off the coast of Scalvoris, not too far by boat from the town of Scalvoris. Between the fishermen and the ferry boats, there were plenty of ways to get there. When asked what to expect of said island, the local Scalvorians also had a singular answer. Snow, frost and wind. Not a vacation spot anyone would choose for themselves. It was as if everyone in Scalvoris had agreed on the answer to the question Ronan had been asking. While there were people who did it in their own words, in the end the meaning always came down to the same things. So he had prepared, he had taken on the wisdom of the locals and prepared for the worst.
The boat slowly pulled up to the little dock at the southern end of the island. The captain, also the sole member of the crew, hooked them to the wooden pillars standing there and pulled them in to the docks. He held the boat in place while Ronan climbed onto the pier. Neither of them had spoken much on the trip, the captain too busy keeping them from running aground on the many icy spikes and Ronan not in the mood for talking. His wounds had fully healed and he'd finally managed to finish one of his trials to get into the Elements. Due to circumstances he'd taken much longer than anticipated to get through the Flame trial. But now he was healed fully, hungry to find answers on this immortal forsaken island.
Faith's words had raised a lot of questions for him, back when she'd saved his life. He still wasn't sure why they had gone their separate ways like they had but he understood. She owed him nothing. He owed her quite a bit. That was how things were for now. The dock was uneven and didn't seem too sturdy so Ronan moved up towards the solid ground of the island, making sure he didn't fall into the icy waves before even stepping foot on the island. "I'll come by in two trials, same time. I can take you back if you're here." The captain shouted over the wind. Ronan stopped and turned, raising his hand and nodding, not feeling like shouting over the wind. The captain raised his hand in return and pushed himself off of the pier, back towards the ocean.
The locals hadn't lied. Immortals' Tongue was indeed nothing more than snow, frost and wind. He was glad he had invested what little money he'd earned in the final trials of last season into a set of warm clothing, mostly cotton with some choice woolen items in the mix. The woolen cloak he pulled around him protected him from some of the elements bashing this island but the cold was everywhere, just cutting through everything. Ronan shook himself and straightened up, keeping his cloak closed in the front with one hand. His new backpack was filled with rations, enough to feed him for two trials. He had no idea how long he would need, no idea how long he would be searching for answers on this forsaken piece of ice. One of the locals had mentioned that there were caretakers here who could help him further, with more specific instructions, so he went in search of one of them.
Wind and snow constantly bashed into him, pushing him to the side if he didn't have a solid base. When he turned his head just right, the wind helped to keep the hood of his cloak up but otherwise it was constantly being sideways or off and more than once he had to reach out of the somewhat warm confines of his cloak to get his hood back up. It took much longer for him to find who he was looking for, to find anyone at all even. So far he'd only seen paths and snow, not a single shrine in sight yet. "Good morning to you." He shouted over the wind at a woman who just appeared around the bend. She didn't seem too bothered by the cold and the wind, walking down towards Ronan from one of the many intersecting paths that seemed to be all over this island. "And to you."
She didn't say anything else after that. There was a pause for a moment as Ronan waited for the woman to offer up anything else. Maybe welcome him to this slab of icy... ice or ask him how how he was doing. Nothing. "Do you work here?" He figured she did, she wasn't dressed like someone who had just arrived here to come pray. She did look like she was in charge, though, something that Ronan found weird to notice. "I do. Do you need help?" Now they were getting somewhere. "Yes. Which is your biggest shrine... or temple or whatever and how do I get there?" She looked him over for a moment and then turned to point back up the way she came. "Just follow this path, you can't miss it." Ronan nodded and pulled his hood forward once more before setting forth on the path she'd pointed him on. There was no response from the woman, who promptly got back to work, whatever that was.
Immortal's Tongue
Late Morning
When one asked for a way to get closer to the immortals, Scalvoris seemed to have only a singular answer, ready on every local's lips. Immortals' Tongue was an island off the coast of Scalvoris, not too far by boat from the town of Scalvoris. Between the fishermen and the ferry boats, there were plenty of ways to get there. When asked what to expect of said island, the local Scalvorians also had a singular answer. Snow, frost and wind. Not a vacation spot anyone would choose for themselves. It was as if everyone in Scalvoris had agreed on the answer to the question Ronan had been asking. While there were people who did it in their own words, in the end the meaning always came down to the same things. So he had prepared, he had taken on the wisdom of the locals and prepared for the worst.
The boat slowly pulled up to the little dock at the southern end of the island. The captain, also the sole member of the crew, hooked them to the wooden pillars standing there and pulled them in to the docks. He held the boat in place while Ronan climbed onto the pier. Neither of them had spoken much on the trip, the captain too busy keeping them from running aground on the many icy spikes and Ronan not in the mood for talking. His wounds had fully healed and he'd finally managed to finish one of his trials to get into the Elements. Due to circumstances he'd taken much longer than anticipated to get through the Flame trial. But now he was healed fully, hungry to find answers on this immortal forsaken island.
Faith's words had raised a lot of questions for him, back when she'd saved his life. He still wasn't sure why they had gone their separate ways like they had but he understood. She owed him nothing. He owed her quite a bit. That was how things were for now. The dock was uneven and didn't seem too sturdy so Ronan moved up towards the solid ground of the island, making sure he didn't fall into the icy waves before even stepping foot on the island. "I'll come by in two trials, same time. I can take you back if you're here." The captain shouted over the wind. Ronan stopped and turned, raising his hand and nodding, not feeling like shouting over the wind. The captain raised his hand in return and pushed himself off of the pier, back towards the ocean.
The locals hadn't lied. Immortals' Tongue was indeed nothing more than snow, frost and wind. He was glad he had invested what little money he'd earned in the final trials of last season into a set of warm clothing, mostly cotton with some choice woolen items in the mix. The woolen cloak he pulled around him protected him from some of the elements bashing this island but the cold was everywhere, just cutting through everything. Ronan shook himself and straightened up, keeping his cloak closed in the front with one hand. His new backpack was filled with rations, enough to feed him for two trials. He had no idea how long he would need, no idea how long he would be searching for answers on this forsaken piece of ice. One of the locals had mentioned that there were caretakers here who could help him further, with more specific instructions, so he went in search of one of them.
Wind and snow constantly bashed into him, pushing him to the side if he didn't have a solid base. When he turned his head just right, the wind helped to keep the hood of his cloak up but otherwise it was constantly being sideways or off and more than once he had to reach out of the somewhat warm confines of his cloak to get his hood back up. It took much longer for him to find who he was looking for, to find anyone at all even. So far he'd only seen paths and snow, not a single shrine in sight yet. "Good morning to you." He shouted over the wind at a woman who just appeared around the bend. She didn't seem too bothered by the cold and the wind, walking down towards Ronan from one of the many intersecting paths that seemed to be all over this island. "And to you."
She didn't say anything else after that. There was a pause for a moment as Ronan waited for the woman to offer up anything else. Maybe welcome him to this slab of icy... ice or ask him how how he was doing. Nothing. "Do you work here?" He figured she did, she wasn't dressed like someone who had just arrived here to come pray. She did look like she was in charge, though, something that Ronan found weird to notice. "I do. Do you need help?" Now they were getting somewhere. "Yes. Which is your biggest shrine... or temple or whatever and how do I get there?" She looked him over for a moment and then turned to point back up the way she came. "Just follow this path, you can't miss it." Ronan nodded and pulled his hood forward once more before setting forth on the path she'd pointed him on. There was no response from the woman, who promptly got back to work, whatever that was.
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