[gaheel ja hunt] I never called it solitude.
Characters: Rishfee, Vincent Valentine.
Progress: In Progress
Summary: The hunt for Gaheel Ja begins.
Location: An oasis in the Figaro desert.
Date: December 12th.
Warnings: Angry angry angry mamool ja paladin. Giant wivres. Spear(s) to the face. Violence. ToAU spoilers. Blood. Lots of it. Preserved eye. Interesting body disposal techniques. Possible monsters.
Rishfee was not coping well with the environment. While it would be expected that the youth should adjust to the desert remarkably well, that was far from the case. Despite appearance, he'd never been in one in his life. The Empire of Aht Urhgan was surrounded by rainforest and woodland of all things; and to be frank the blue mage was starting to suffer such an inhospitable atmosphere. He'd barely touched down in Figaro on another death-defying airship ride before checking into the castle itself to learn of which direction the Mamool Ja paladin had taken off in.
Thankfully, he was able to track the giant and slightly omnious footprints of Gaheel-Ja's steed easily enough. They were too big to be ignored. He could tell by the tracks though that the beast wasn't in any pain. It had travelled the sands easily enough -- which meant that Gaheel Ja and it hadn't suffered at all through the arrival at Figaro and inevitable confrontation that had occurred. A shame. It simply meant less of an advantage for Vincent and himself. Fighting the Lancelord when he was worse for the wear had been a vague hope of the blue mage; yet it didn't seem that was possible. He kneeled at a particular track, and lightly ran his fingers through a patch of sand that was slightly... denser than the rest. It was where a water skin had spilled. Though it was not quite dry yet- it was evaporating fast. The fact it hadn't evaporated quite yet had meant that the paladin was close. He raised his head and squinted into the distance. An oasis.
Then he stood.
Yes...
Gaheel Ja had to be there. He would want to reprovision himself and allow his wivre the chance to take a long drink. The Mamool were creatures of the forest. Despite Gaheel Ja's lizard-like appearance he knew that the Mamool Ja did not share the more coldblooded traits of the species, much less the Wivre. The tracks were right toward it anyway. "Over there... Definately over there at the oasis." he half sighed; everything inside him telling him that he did not want another confrontation with the lancelord. Not after what had happened last time. The empty socket where his right eye once was almost thudded in pain at the recollection of that day, yet he forced it aside. There was Ovjang to consider after all.
Progress: In Progress
Summary: The hunt for Gaheel Ja begins.
Location: An oasis in the Figaro desert.
Date: December 12th.
Warnings: Angry angry angry mamool ja paladin. Giant wivres. Spear(s) to the face. Violence. ToAU spoilers. Blood. Lots of it. Preserved eye. Interesting body disposal techniques. Possible monsters.
Rishfee was not coping well with the environment. While it would be expected that the youth should adjust to the desert remarkably well, that was far from the case. Despite appearance, he'd never been in one in his life. The Empire of Aht Urhgan was surrounded by rainforest and woodland of all things; and to be frank the blue mage was starting to suffer such an inhospitable atmosphere. He'd barely touched down in Figaro on another death-defying airship ride before checking into the castle itself to learn of which direction the Mamool Ja paladin had taken off in.
Thankfully, he was able to track the giant and slightly omnious footprints of Gaheel-Ja's steed easily enough. They were too big to be ignored. He could tell by the tracks though that the beast wasn't in any pain. It had travelled the sands easily enough -- which meant that Gaheel Ja and it hadn't suffered at all through the arrival at Figaro and inevitable confrontation that had occurred. A shame. It simply meant less of an advantage for Vincent and himself. Fighting the Lancelord when he was worse for the wear had been a vague hope of the blue mage; yet it didn't seem that was possible. He kneeled at a particular track, and lightly ran his fingers through a patch of sand that was slightly... denser than the rest. It was where a water skin had spilled. Though it was not quite dry yet- it was evaporating fast. The fact it hadn't evaporated quite yet had meant that the paladin was close. He raised his head and squinted into the distance. An oasis.
Then he stood.
Yes...
Gaheel Ja had to be there. He would want to reprovision himself and allow his wivre the chance to take a long drink. The Mamool were creatures of the forest. Despite Gaheel Ja's lizard-like appearance he knew that the Mamool Ja did not share the more coldblooded traits of the species, much less the Wivre. The tracks were right toward it anyway. "Over there... Definately over there at the oasis." he half sighed; everything inside him telling him that he did not want another confrontation with the lancelord. Not after what had happened last time. The empty socket where his right eye once was almost thudded in pain at the recollection of that day, yet he forced it aside. There was Ovjang to consider after all.