Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Mar 29, 2017 12:55:47 GMT -5
Fyrra was not afraid of going into the city alone. She was not afraid of what the bandits and troops would do to her because she would be happily ignored by them. She intended to use a glamour to change her colors to the point where she would pass for human. So long as she didn't smile a lot and didn't speak a lot her teeth and accent wouldn't give her away.
Merrake and Fyrra made camp by a bunch of piled rocks close to the Tesiak. The rocky mound was large enough to obscure the glow of a cookfire come nightfall. There the Kalimbra changed into a Cruic types clothing. Leather breeches, shirt, gloves, boots, cloak with a hood. All of these were one shade of brown or another varying from dirt to tanned leather.
"I don't know how they live like this. These clothes are so tight and uncomfortable."
"You get used to tight. I did."
"I've never worn clothes like this before."
"Sure you have, Fyrra. In winter."
"No. Never. I tend to stay inside like a sane person in winter. It's too cold. Cozied up to a fire. With a blanket and some wine."
"Well... I guess you haven't then. But you are hardly every.dressed fully anyway. So I can't blame you if you're not used to it."
"Exactly."
"How is the scar?"
"Itchy and uncomfortable. I should be back in a couple days. First I'll order the materials. Then I'll try to find Countess Allenmorde."
"Trust no one Kalimbra. They will kill you."
"I know. They can try. I won't let them. I'm off now."
"Come back safe."
Fyrra would leave Merrake at the camp and engage the glamour. Her skin would become the same color as Thrawn's, her hair turned black, and her eyes turned blue. Now she just looked like a cruinthian traveler instead of a wanted fugitive.
She would then travel west to Sorath's eastern gate to try to gain entry to the city there. The eastern gate had less traffic. She expected fewer guards.
Spell used: All Dolled Up.
Looks: Cruinthian.
Merrake and Fyrra made camp by a bunch of piled rocks close to the Tesiak. The rocky mound was large enough to obscure the glow of a cookfire come nightfall. There the Kalimbra changed into a Cruic types clothing. Leather breeches, shirt, gloves, boots, cloak with a hood. All of these were one shade of brown or another varying from dirt to tanned leather.
"I don't know how they live like this. These clothes are so tight and uncomfortable."
"You get used to tight. I did."
"I've never worn clothes like this before."
"Sure you have, Fyrra. In winter."
"No. Never. I tend to stay inside like a sane person in winter. It's too cold. Cozied up to a fire. With a blanket and some wine."
"Well... I guess you haven't then. But you are hardly every.dressed fully anyway. So I can't blame you if you're not used to it."
"Exactly."
"How is the scar?"
"Itchy and uncomfortable. I should be back in a couple days. First I'll order the materials. Then I'll try to find Countess Allenmorde."
"Trust no one Kalimbra. They will kill you."
"I know. They can try. I won't let them. I'm off now."
"Come back safe."
Fyrra would leave Merrake at the camp and engage the glamour. Her skin would become the same color as Thrawn's, her hair turned black, and her eyes turned blue. Now she just looked like a cruinthian traveler instead of a wanted fugitive.
She would then travel west to Sorath's eastern gate to try to gain entry to the city there. The eastern gate had less traffic. She expected fewer guards.
Spell used: All Dolled Up.
Looks: Cruinthian.
