Crossed Lines || Iunia May 11, 2018 17:38:58 GMT -7
Post by Ellis Danton on May 11, 2018 17:38:58 GMT -7
|Ellis had precious little time to continue being conflicted, or depressed, or-- worried about Xanthe. It had come to a point now where he needed to pull himself up by his bootstraps, and get to work. Or, someone had told him something of the sort when they'd set him on this mission. It was meant to be encouraging, he was pretty sure. Whether it was, or wasn't, it was not as though Ellis could rightly refuse. |
Well, he might have been able to refuse. The brand, that sigil of the Gold Leafs Pelagia had scarred onto his hand was evidence enough that he suddenly held a strange modicum of power. Yet this was still Ellis Danton, and he most certainly wasn't going to stand up to a general.
No, it was true. Ellis had precious little time for things like being Ellis.
Ellis was dressed in a strange uniform that was not quite like the camouflage he had worn in Atton until it was worn right through; it was not a thing similar to the leather Attonian garb that Xanthe's people had given him; No, here was a different person indeed. His uniform was a pressed and enchanted dark blue, built to resist dirt so that it would maintain its brilliancy. The coat of it was well fitted, and bore the symbol of a willow tree in golden stitching across one pec. The arms were well-insulated, and lead to tan gloves, which were tight, and made to reveal the mildly stinging brand with a bead-embellished cut out. The uniform was finished with a lilac scarf, the colour of the Tree of Life itself, which Ellis had tied tight, and stuffed into the neck of the jacket for warmth. The night was icy cold, bringing out a fog from each breath.
Ellis' task out in the biting night air was to locate a missing Corporal from their army. It was a scouting job, which was something Ellis was good at, so he at least knew that even if he wasn't here as Scout Ellis Danton, that Gold Leaf of Lord Pelagia Xista Ellis Danton could likely do just as well a job. The man he was searching for was the half-orc Evard, who had last been seen in an area Ellis had already investigated on his way here. The trail had lead to a new territory, one that was neither controlled by Aurcaele, Peacekeepers, or Atton. Territory that wasn't peaceful yet. Malscure-Rielcia territory.
Even after Feofil had spoken to him about the potential positives of the Malscure-Rielcia purpose, Ellis knew he wasn't safe here. He was wearing Aurcaele colours, Aurcaele symbols, and that meant he was an enemy. As such, he had been keeping to brush as much as he could, and had stayed well out of sight. That plan was ruined as he came to the end of the dryer bushes however, and looked down upon an almost swampy valley, where trees and bushes were broken up by dramatic expanses of algae blanketed waters.
Still-- There was likely no one around. This was Malscure-Rielcia territory, yes... But he hadn't seen any soldiers yet. This was their territory, and he had come upon no patrols. At this point, Ellis almost had to think that he was perfectly off of their pattern, and if he kept in the right direction he'd make it through just fine. He definitely had to think it, because there was no other choice. Not if he wanted to succeed, and please Lord Xista. Which meant--
With minimal squelching of his boots on wet grass--
And only a slight slosh as his legs pierced through the water--
Ellis was crossing the swamp.