Alera sighed loudly as she trudged through the mud. Collecting herbs was difficult enough but the fact that it had just rained was making matters even worse. A lot of perfectly good plants had been washed away by the heavy rain and this mud was making walking extremely difficult (and messy).
Ah finally there was something. Up on a rock covered hill was some Chamomile. Not much good for healing but it would make some nice tea at least. These rocks were pretty lose and slippery. After a bit of difficulty she scrambled to the top. There almost had it. Just as her fingers brushed the leaves of the plant the rocks and damp soil beneath her feet gave way. With yelp the shape shifter tumbled into a hole.
"Ah..ow...ok that hurt. Stupid rocks." She muttered, annoyed at her own carelessness. Thankfully she had only fallen a few feet. Getting out would not be too difficult. But what exactly was this place. She glanced around at her surroundings. It looked like a small cave..but the walls were smooth. This looked more man-made than natural. And what the heck was she sitting on? Alera scooted over. It was a small metal box. It looked pretty old but it was really too dark in here to get a close look. She stuffed the box into her bag and clambered out of the hole.
It would be best to go home. She was covered in mud and had nothing but an old box to show for her efforts.
Back home Alera fumbled with the box. Blasted thing was rusted shut. "Come on already open up. Open." In frustration she slammed it into the wall. With a pop the lid flew off and a small scroll tube rolled out. "I don’t believe it. All that work for a scroll." She pulled the scroll out and carefully unrolled it. It had to be pretty old. None of this writing made and sense. Gently she put it back in the tube. Something felt odd about it. She would have to find someone who would know more about it. The shape shifter had a feeling there was something more to this scroll.
Ah finally there was something. Up on a rock covered hill was some Chamomile. Not much good for healing but it would make some nice tea at least. These rocks were pretty lose and slippery. After a bit of difficulty she scrambled to the top. There almost had it. Just as her fingers brushed the leaves of the plant the rocks and damp soil beneath her feet gave way. With yelp the shape shifter tumbled into a hole.
"Ah..ow...ok that hurt. Stupid rocks." She muttered, annoyed at her own carelessness. Thankfully she had only fallen a few feet. Getting out would not be too difficult. But what exactly was this place. She glanced around at her surroundings. It looked like a small cave..but the walls were smooth. This looked more man-made than natural. And what the heck was she sitting on? Alera scooted over. It was a small metal box. It looked pretty old but it was really too dark in here to get a close look. She stuffed the box into her bag and clambered out of the hole.
It would be best to go home. She was covered in mud and had nothing but an old box to show for her efforts.
Back home Alera fumbled with the box. Blasted thing was rusted shut. "Come on already open up. Open." In frustration she slammed it into the wall. With a pop the lid flew off and a small scroll tube rolled out. "I don’t believe it. All that work for a scroll." She pulled the scroll out and carefully unrolled it. It had to be pretty old. None of this writing made and sense. Gently she put it back in the tube. Something felt odd about it. She would have to find someone who would know more about it. The shape shifter had a feeling there was something more to this scroll.
