#tibia mariners

The sun was hanging high in the sky, and the lush scenery changed as the tarnished galloped along the road of Stormhill on her trusted steed Torrent to her next destination. She had just got done buying ashes of war from a random knight she had just met at a grace the young Tarnished found near a shack. He had been very pleasant to talk, the man known as Bernahl. At first the tarnished wasn't so sure about the random man she had just found standing in a ruined shack. The woman was for the better word weary of the man at first, but she now could call him an acquaintance.  How could she not be after having just woke up, to find herself at war with others to be the Elden Lord.  Not to mention her encounter with a not so friendly creature that was all so happily -what felt like moments ago- stabbing her repeatedly. Don't get her started on the weird surgeon covered in blood that she met up with at the first step grace.

     He was more than willing to talk up a storm. The tarnished wished he didn't though. She had gotten a bad feeling about the man who called himself Varre, but feelings are feelings and as long as he didn't draw a weapon to harm her, then there was no cause for concern.  He did have a smart mouth on him though. A smart mouth that really pissed her off.  The shady bastard had the nerve to call her maiden less. I mean she was a first, but she's not anymore. She has sweet Melina to thank for that. Melina is now her maiden even if she's only pretending to be one, but none of that matters. What matters now is that she's got one, and Varre can suck it in a ditch somewhere. That smug piece of dung almost got killed for that maiden less comment. The tarnished was not in the mood for the disrespect. Good news for him though, the little Tarnished as he likes to call her, decided to reign in her sudden burst of anger and allowed him to live another day.  He could be useful to her later down the road, but if he makes another off the wall comment to her about being maiden less all bets are off, and he's done for. With that last thought in mind the Tarnished had Torrent go a little faster, as they both made their way down the deserted road.

      The farther they went the creepier the road seemed to get. Until at last she had Torrent slow to a complete stop. Just up ahead from where the two had stopped looked to be a ruined gravesite. The tarnished wasn't sure if that was what it was or not. Taking out her telescope the tarnished was indeed able to confirm that it was in fact a graveyard.

  "Alright Torrent, I'm afraid were going to have to part ways for now." Getting off the spirit steed, the tarnished rubbed her hands through his mane. "Things are about to get dicey. I have a feeling that little gravesite isn't empty." With that said she sent Torrent away, but not without a little head nudge from the steed.

      The sound of her clinking armor echoed as she walked steadily toward the ruined graves. Her pulse quickened with each step she took. Quickened with the anticipation of an oncoming battle.  A battle that she knew for a fact would happen now that her warrior instincts were kicking in. A few more steps are all she had left before she would be upon her enemies, and a few they were for as soon as she made it to the first gravestone, a horde of the undead came to life. With fast reflexes of those of a cat, the tarnished was able to whip out her shield to block the sword of one of the undead. She rolled out of the way of another strike and then another. Having gotten back on her feet the female warrior whipped out her trusted great sword and swung it at the first undead closet to her.  Having felled the skeleton, she repeated her actions until at last all of the undead were no more. The tarnished let out a sigh of relief.  Now that was done, she put away her sword and shield and began to wipe the sweat off her brow.

    "Glad that's done.", but before she could relax to soon, the warrior heard someone talking. It sounded like the voice of a man. Lured by the sound the tarnished made her way past the gravestones, down the path where she came a upon a man dressed in beautifully crafted armor.  He was tall she could tell that much, as she continued to inch closer. The armor he wore was of a gold and silver color. One of his arms the left to be precise was holding on to the silver body connected to his armor by the eyes, as the other arm which was silver held his sword.  A sword in which was just as beautifully unique as his armor was pointed tip first into the ground. The man in question was hunched over the corpse of someone she did not know, maybe he did, for he seemed to be grieving the loss of this person. She knew that she was in no danger. He was not a threat to her at all. She knew this based on her instincts alone. Having made it closer she was able to make out what he was saying.

      "There's no mistake, is there?" He continued on, "Death has left its mark once again. I'm sorry, I cannot give you your proper rites...But at least you did not join Those Who Live-in Death. Your soul will return to the Erdrtee, in time.  Honeyed rays of gold, deliver this spirit." He finished his words with a pray. The tarnished took this as her sign to approach him.

    " Hello!", she called out quietly so that she didn't startle him. She did this as a way to also let him know that she was not a threat to him. "Do you have a moment?"

    The man turned to the side so that he was now giving her his full attention.  " Ah, a tarnished, are you?"

    The tarnished was absolutely awestruck. The man who she still did not the name of spoke in voice laced with honey. His voice alone could rival those of the gods, and she was absolutely smitten with him. It was a love at first sight type of thing. Something she as never in her life experienced up until now. As bad as she hated to admit this, but his voice was making her feel all kinds of things. Things that she would not to mention to him. She barely even knew the guy, but here she was completely struck in frozen admiration for someone, from just their voice alone. She had to get to know him, for her sanity she just had to. Finally getting over stupor with the help of soft hum for her attention, the tarnished answered him in a way that only she would be brave enough to do so, and that was to flirt.

   "Yes, of course. You know us tarnished seemed to be attracted to each other. We seem to always migrate together. I'm Y/n by the way all beautiful one. May I have your name, for thy voice is like the soft caress of water in stream. "   It took him a few moments to answer.

    "Hmm it seems so. I'm known as D. I hunt down Those Who Live in Death and weed their Deathroot." He stated to his fellow tarnished. She wasn't sure if he got what she was saying or if he ignored her bad attempt at flirting with him. His helmet made it hard for her to tell, but she would like to assume that she might have flustered him, with the amount of time it took him to answer her. Either option did not help her frantically beating heart. Was it beating out of embarrassment o maybe it was because she might have just flustered him, or maybe it was for the fact she was in love. If she was a betting person, she would say that it was all of those things together.  She didn't get the chance to dwell on it to much for, his which was like music to her ears started up again.

   "Heed my warning. The village here has been touched by Death. And worse yet, it is home to a mariner. If you value your life, then go no farther. Turn back while you still can."