The world around her was a cacophony of sound. In fairness, it seemed sometimes that the restless continent of Uleses rarely wasn't. At even the darkest of nights and the loneliest of cities, the sound of voices, or a distant spar, or even the simple murmuring of the wind could spell promise for a wayward adventurer if they let it. Adorned with handfuls of bustling marketplaces, a few dozen established cities, villages, and the occasional kingdom, stifling deserts, vast grasslands, hulking mountain ranges, and more undiscovered territories than a colonizing explorer could reach in a lifetime, it was a land full of opportunity for those with the skills and smarts to reach out and seize it.
However, Jasmine Wallart-Lastly probably felt on the side of the seized rather than the seizing when she finally awoke. Her arms and wings were bound behind her back, and she lay like an animal on the floor of a rusty cage. The cloth sheet that had been thrown over the top effectively obscured any sense of her surroundings through sight, but the movements she could feel below the base of her cage and the animalistic grunts that came with them made it clear she was being carried. Whatever beasts she’d been hefted up on the shoulders of were a mystery to her, but she got the sense that, from the ease and speed in which they toted her along, the creatures were very strong, very big, and from the foreign tongue they used to communicate, possibly didn’t speak english.
During the duration of the captive’s voyage, the bristling of tall grass and the tromp of heavy footsteps on packed dirt was replaced with the dizzying downpour of rain and the distant screeching of howler monkeys. She had been brought into a jungle, no doubt about it, and any soul who knew a thing or two about the lay of the land would be white in the face with the realization of where they were. Tarondam Jungle: a massively uncharted, ravenously deadly plot to the far southeast of the mainland that even the bravest explorers would have paled at the thought of travelling.
A hushed call sounded behind her, frantically vying for Jasmine’s attention. As if she were headed anywhere anytime soon.
"Psst! Hey! You see anything?! You— yeah, you in front— hey!"
However, Jasmine Wallart-Lastly probably felt on the side of the seized rather than the seizing when she finally awoke. Her arms and wings were bound behind her back, and she lay like an animal on the floor of a rusty cage. The cloth sheet that had been thrown over the top effectively obscured any sense of her surroundings through sight, but the movements she could feel below the base of her cage and the animalistic grunts that came with them made it clear she was being carried. Whatever beasts she’d been hefted up on the shoulders of were a mystery to her, but she got the sense that, from the ease and speed in which they toted her along, the creatures were very strong, very big, and from the foreign tongue they used to communicate, possibly didn’t speak english.
During the duration of the captive’s voyage, the bristling of tall grass and the tromp of heavy footsteps on packed dirt was replaced with the dizzying downpour of rain and the distant screeching of howler monkeys. She had been brought into a jungle, no doubt about it, and any soul who knew a thing or two about the lay of the land would be white in the face with the realization of where they were. Tarondam Jungle: a massively uncharted, ravenously deadly plot to the far southeast of the mainland that even the bravest explorers would have paled at the thought of travelling.
A hushed call sounded behind her, frantically vying for Jasmine’s attention. As if she were headed anywhere anytime soon.
"Psst! Hey! You see anything?! You— yeah, you in front— hey!"
