Outskirts of Yarras - Ryglaga
The sun blasted down on the Untreaded Plains, north of Lake Thoka, south of the Ormur Mountains and the strange country f Kaldur. Not much grew here, except for yellowed grass beaten by the blazing sun and occasional shrubbery. Water was scarce, and fresh meat was even scarcer... Especially to a team of explorer heading East towards Lake Skrimsli to find out whether these mysterious tales of a lake monster was real.
Amongst the group was a young woman named Ria Cadence. She was a striking figure on horseback, with long lanky legs accentuated by the tight pants made out of dried cow leather. She wore a beige robe on top of a pink laced shirt. Her hairs were wild while she rode the horse, a mass of black and slight hints of red flowing about in the wind. Her sapphire-like eyes were almost enchanting.
On her back was a black case suitable for holding a guitar. And it did, it did hold a guitar inside. Ria was a musician, travelling all over and beyond Ryglaga to perform. Despite being very young, she is already the stuff of some legends. Some say that she was able to send The Six Kings of a distant land to a very long sleep with her flute. Others say that she was able to tame a dragon and still its' plundered gold with a single pluck of a harp. Still others say that she carries with her the power to create thunderstorms whenever she plays the violin. Bah! Let the wishful thinkers think, Ria was none of those sorts. What she controlled wasn't weather, rich, or narcolepsy, but emotion.
"What do you see, lad?" Ria asked a young goblin boy riding on a donkey in front of the group.
"I see a blackened tree with still-burning leaves, gNarz-gRull." The goblin boy replied, using the goblinese honorific for a female leader. The answer satisfied Ria, as she hoisted up her rein and shouted to her merry band of travellers.
"Step it up boys!" Ria said. "We're almost here."
"We're almost at Yarras."





