JustKim
First Post
It was getting harder to play hero. The slave pens were under better guard, and Cimarron guessed that the Tyrannies had finally put aside their politics to deal with the Heroine. Maybe that was just her ego talking. She had no real ear to the ground among the dragonborn- she had tried, once, to infiltrate them, but there was something about the reptiles she couldn't duplicate. A scent, like a musk or pheremone, that she couldn't produce. It was too dangerous to walk among them. But it was more fun out here with the rebels, anyway. Now this was adventure!
Cimarron lapped the sticky nectar of a ripe fruit from her fingers, chased a rivulet halfway to her elbow, and discarded the seed-laden flesh. She heard the first volley of arrows hit the slavers. Her heart started to race as she donned the white cloak and physically changed from that rake of a young woman into the Heroine. Her hand touched the wand that had been carved from a young dragon's leg bone, to conjure the Heroine's sword into her grasp.
She pounced into the fray as a stylish white streak, like lightning from a dark sky. She showed no fear. The Heroine feared nothing, and people needed to believe in the Heroine.
Cimarron lapped the sticky nectar of a ripe fruit from her fingers, chased a rivulet halfway to her elbow, and discarded the seed-laden flesh. She heard the first volley of arrows hit the slavers. Her heart started to race as she donned the white cloak and physically changed from that rake of a young woman into the Heroine. Her hand touched the wand that had been carved from a young dragon's leg bone, to conjure the Heroine's sword into her grasp.
She pounced into the fray as a stylish white streak, like lightning from a dark sky. She showed no fear. The Heroine feared nothing, and people needed to believe in the Heroine.