Ilexlio

'A few lilies, please! I need them for my mother!' That's what was asked of the trio. A simple task… If the specific lilies the little girl wanted weren’t also the kind that only grew on the highest, most scraggly cliffs. Somerset, Hyacinth, and Sans had set out on this quest early in the evening, it was quite a trek afterall. Especially since their objective had a time limit. Moon lilies; beautiful stark white flowers that are said to sprout only after the light of a full moon has graced the unbloomed buds. Their medicinal properties make them an invaluable ingredient in healing ailments. Thus why the three Reoseans were currently climbing up steep cliffs, backs saddled with camping gear to wait out the night once they’d gathered enough flowers. Hyacinth had taken the lead with her pack filled with the tools needed to preserve the lilies, followed by Sans who had all of their camping gear, and lastly Somerset, who was tasked with helping the two ahead should their feet slip or they

The sun was barely up in the sky and it was already warm. The recent weather deemed today would be particularly muggy. Warrenfall was also rather bluster, though it stands to reason after a large thunderstorm had run through the area. The storm had been rough, causing multiple trees to fall and debris to knock into things. The overabundance of thunder and strong winds had caused many of the local farms’ livestock to get spooked and break out. While the predator population is kept at bay by the constant influx of hunters and patrolling guardian dogs, it’s still not ideal to let them roam outside the boundaries of the usual valleys. The town sent out requests for anyone who could lend a hand or paw to assist. Zerash, Verbena, and Somerset were one of the groups sent out on livestock recovery mission. Their current objective? Find and herd a flock of lost sheep. The trio begin at the edge of the ranch, at the fence break that was being repaired. “We should split up, I’ll see if I can

A message had gone out to all nearby guild, there would be a large storm rolling in from the north. The mages predicted it would be quite dangerous due to the sheer energies they felt in the air. As such, warnings were sent out across the continent to those that would be in the path of the oncoming storm so the proper precautions could be taken. Which is why Somerset, Sans, and Verbena were out wandering the woods. Along with that message, a nearby town had posted that a child had gone out in the woods earlier before the warning was made. So it was up to the trio to find them before the storm got bad. Sans put his nose to the trail, huffing away the dirt as the wind ruffled his mane. “It’s faint, and the wind definitely isn’t helping, but the scent is there.” Verbena walks over to where Sans is pointing. It led deeper off the trail. She closes her eyes, concentrating, using her mage-sense to narrow down the possible area the child stumbled along. “Little girl, around nine, brown