Last time, the four elves met with Ogden Stonehealer and explained the reason for their arrival. Ogden gave them a good number of suggestions, and the four went off to settle into life on Tyria.
I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive
The Highwayman, as performed by Willie Nelson, Kris Kristofferson, Waylon Jennings, and Johnny Cash
1305 AE, Fort Salma, Kessex Hills
It had been seven years now. The four elves had mingled in with Krytan society, even managing to hide their elven heritage with four broaches that Pania had made. Naturally, they’d have to have them recharged every so often, but as Pania noted, magic was strong in this world.
Abisayo had become a shop keeper, setting up a repair shop for any and all weapons. Plus, she helped repair any of the placements along the walls of Fort Salma.
Wren had joined the local constabulary, mostly as a medic. She also tended to the needs of those grieving loved ones who had passed away either by natural causes or by some tragedy.
Pania travelled back and forth between Fort Salma and Divinity’s Reach, where she managed to concoct stories about the four of them, and even managed to get herself on the lower rung of the nobility. Always good to have connections.
Shani became a guide, a hunter, and would often go into the woods to gather or track or observe what she could. Sometimes she’d be gone for a week or more, having travelled as far south west as Rata Sum.
“Don’t try an’ trade with Asura,” she said coming back one day. “They will rake ya over the coals an’ stiff ya fer product. They don’t trust many outsiders.”
Life continued on as usual. No one bothered them much, though they did provide a few good services, in thanks to the fact they had horses. Shani and Pania would often ride letters to the communities surrounding the Reach and even further east into Gendarran Fields and Lion’s Arch. It was in the Arch she noticed that Charr and humans lived freely among each other. Most of those humans claimed Elonian, Canthan or Krytan ancestry. The humans of Ascalonian ancestry, however, were another matter.
On one particular day, on a rare occaision, an Asura showed up in Fort Salma. Everyone noticed him because it was a rare spectacle to see an Asura this far west (at least, outside of Lion’s Arch). But this Asura, it was soon discovered, had rather larcenous reasons. It didn’t take long to figure out just who was stealing from the people of Fort Salma, and it was enough to rile Shani something awful. Especially when she caught him inside her own house.
There was a shout, followed by three shots, followed by an Asuran carrying a rucksack bolting for the bridge and beyond Fort Salma to escape.
“STOP THET PECKERWOOD!” Shani screamed as she raced after the frantic Asura. He wasn’t stopping any time soon, and Shani wasn’t stopping to explain things to the constabulary. The Asura only became more frantic as he looked back to see Shani mounting her horse. He bolted as fast as he could onto the trail that lead into the Brisbane Wildlands.
Even as fast as Shani’s chestnut mare was, the Asura knew the terrain better, and lead the elven gunslinger through treacherous territory. At one point, she had to fight off the Risen to continue on. She’d heard about them, but had no clue they had travelled so far north.
She gave chase through the Wildlands, south into Metrica Province and back east into the Caledon Forest. With trolls, Risen, Krait, and Hylek giving chase when Shani’s horse came thundering through. At least the Hylek decided a woman on horseback really wasn’t a major threat. Still, Shani had been hit, injured, and nearly stunned several times. Her vision was blurring, it took all her strength to focus on staying in the saddle.
It was near the Hamlet of Annwen that Shani finally caught up with the Asura. Her vision had become blurry, and she couldn’t tell straight away, but she though she could see others around the Asura. “Alright ya godsdamned peckerwood,” she called out as best she could, nearly sliding out of the saddle a couple of times. “I damn well caught up with ya now…” Before Shani could finish her sentence, the Asura just dropped the rucksack and took off, leaving Shani to watch with bewilderment. “Thet’s right, y’all take off ifn ya know what’s good fer ya!” She looked to her left and right, finally noticing the … people who began to gather around her. Gippsum, her horse, was beginning to feel fenced in, stomping her feet as a warning.
Shani said only one thing before falling out of her saddle. “Now who the hell is y’all doin’ out here?”