A Village in Need!

The sound of metal on the cobbled road echoed through the deserted streets. A dappled horse strode between the houses. Within the tall saddle said a slender knight with a blue cloak fluttering softly in the wind. The Platte armour of the knight was made of silver steel, decorated sparsely with azure email. A sallet helmet, with large plums of white and blue ostrich feathers, hung from the saddle. The hair was long and auburn and gently swayed by the movement of the horse. The knight wore a large arsenal of weapons on a dozen leather belts, a rapier, a dagger, and some revolvers as well as other useful tools and pouches. The rider was not just some knight, no she was the daughter of the Marques of Niedermarck, a nobleman from Minstrel. Her name, Amalia Maximiliane von Niedermarck.

Amalia was looking for work and travelled around Fiore. She was part of Silver Wolf and did not necessarily have to live as a hired sword, but occasionally it was great to get out of the dusty library or away from the ‘acquisition’ of artefacts. The Oak Town was strange, most towns were lively, but this town seemed deserted, but a keen eye would notice that there was life but hidden within the houses. From some houses, one could see a light, and behind some windows, she believed to have seen a pale face look with sober eyes at her as she passed.

She travelled farther into the town until she reached its core, where the market would be held. There was a noticeboard, which usually contained news and jobs for mages and mercenaries. She dismounted and walked to the board to take a look. And lo and behold, there were jobs to be done but most of the papers were covered by a large sheet upon which was written in large red letters.

“The inhabitants of Oak Town are sick, and we are in dire need of medication. I am sick myself and besides that too frail to acquire the missing ingredient. Please, get the horn of the Kureno. Bring it to me, the tower house beside the belfry of the town hall, you will be richly rewarded.
Sincerely, Dustin the Healer.”

A second document was pinned on the bottom of the sheet, it was a piece of parchment torn from a book. Amalia took it from the board to take a closer look, the style of writing suggests an early printing press, and so did the emblem of the creature. She then heard a voice and turned around on her heels.

”Ow mai, what a surprise,” exclaimed Amalia, ”Yingvi, what are you doing here? Yes, I am Amalia. The one and only.” She pointed to the large sheet with its crimson letters, ”Everyone is sick, and we are going to get the ingredient that cures them.” She waved the smaller paper in front of Yingvi’s eyes, ”This one describes where we can find the creature.”

She did not wait for a response of Yingvi and grabbed the lead of her horse and walked ahead, studying the paper meticulously.