Re: Broken Blade Hill (ToC PvP Arena)
It had been a long time since Raisa had been to a place like this. She couldn't see it now, but had caught a brief glimpse of the mountainside through the powers of sight her mother had taught her to use. That brief glimpse was enough to evoke feelings of longing and nostalgia, even though she had never truly laid eyes on such a place, and as young as she had been when she had last set foot in one. Her father had lived on a mountain like this one, and she had to, until he banished her and her mother, refusing to tolerate her "weakness" in any child of his. Would he still believe her weak, if he saw her now? She wasn't certain she knew the answer to that.
The sound of footsteps in the snow and the clanking of plate alerted Raisa that she was not alone before even one with the gift of sight would have seen the stranger. The sound was distant and faint, but Raisa's hearing was impeccable. She did not know why she had been brought to this place, but she understood the rules of this world, or so she thought. They were surprisingly simple. She had spent most of her time here so far simply exploring, occasionally tapping into her powers to truly "see" her surroundings, but mostly just experiencing all the varied environments of this place, most so different from the monastery in the jungle where she had lived most of her life.
She understood that this meant that she would need to fight, and though she had not yet sought out any challenges she would take any directed to her. So far, none had done so. She wasn't certain if those she had met were simply busy or uninterested, or if it was her blindness which had dissuaded them. Had she been in a more confrontational mood she might have corrected such an assumption, proven that she was a capable warrior in spite of her handicap, but she had been more interested in exploring this place at the time. Now, however, another opportunity had presented itself.
"Hello." She called out, her voice still somewhat soft despite its volume, unused as she was to ever needing to shout. She did not know who it was she was hearing, only their direction and that they sounded fairly large and well-armoured. Both of those things might make for a difficult fight for someone like her, but she remained undaunted. With no fear of death, it would simply be a test of how far she had come, after all. She planted her staff in the light snow at her feet as she spoke, her tone respectful but firm as she had been taught, and facing her opponent-to-be despite being unable to make eye contact "I hope I an not interrupting anything, but you are a warrior, yes? I am seeking an opponent."