OOC Note: I thought I had been posting these to BDO RP but I guess I had not. I'll correct that mistake now.
Meronar’s breath was ragged. She had been running and climbing, running and climbing, endlessly now. Yet the voices behind her were still within earshot.
She heard a distant voice. “Here! Sign! Up this ravine!” Then another voice. “Keep your bows at the ready! Do not let the Ahib abomination escape!”
She turned and climbed the rocks to the next waterfall then began running down further uphill along the stream but the voices didn’t fade. They still pursued her.
Ahead the ravine began to widen into a large mountain meadow. She continued running, glancing back as an arrow thunked into the dirt near her. While the Ganelle hunters were still distant, she was within range of their bows. She ran.
Turning right and up a short slope cut her off from the line of sight of the archers behind her and less than a hundred meters later she was looking at a long slope of loose rock going downwards. She began running, leaping, and sliding down the slope as fast as she could hoping to widen the distance between herself and her pursuers.
A few hundred meters further down the slope and she hit a dirt road that appeared to follow the mountain face southeastward. Another arrow thunked into the dirt near her, from atop the slope above her. She broke into a dead run, again.
The angle of the mountain cut off the archers from line of sight but a few more arrows struck into the dirt not far from her. They were guessing now but did not seem to be following. She continued running along the mountain through meadows, even as the dirt road turned away into the forest.
Turning and looking back, then up hundreds of feet at the mountain top above, she saw no further signs of pursuit, yet she continued running. In the distance she saw this huge figure of a one eyed looking man, a veritable giant, but he seemed to not notice Meronar.
And then suddenly she was near a small lake, amid a group of otters who were talking to her.
One otter who stood fishing near the lake asked, “Lost are we?”
She looked around. “Where am I?”
The otter gave what she thought was a grin, nodded its head, then said, “Yes, lost you are. This is Crioville. It’s our town. But you human folk will want to go to Trent, or maybe Behr, or maybe even Calpheon.”
Meronar’s eyes widened at a name she recognized. “Calpheon? The human city?” She looked all around herself then back at the otter. “I am in the territory of Calpheon?”
The otter nodded. “You wish to go to Calpheon?”
Meronar nodded back. “Yes, but…” She hesitated, then spit it out. “Can I avoid the Longleaf sentry outposts? I don’t get along very well with them.”
The otter nodded yet again. “Oh, that’s fine! Not everyone does, you know? Here, let me tell you how to reach Behr, then the road north from there will take you to Calpheon.”
Meronar listened attentively, then began briskly walking in the direction that the otter had pointed. On the other side of the lake, she looked back at the rising mountains to the south. She thought to herself, “I’ve escaped you for now, haven’t I?”
She turned northward once again, entering a land she had heard about, even been taught bits and pieces about, but had never before seen. A land where, if her mother had been right, she might even find cousins.
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