"Peachy title... ooh peaches. I wanna eat those too..." Apparently she had culinary catching up to do after being dead.
"Interesting.. so there's almost like an equilibrium, but if that's true.... alright perhaps finding a goblin leader is a bad idea.. well.." She read on and then mused:
"You're gonna need a bigger fence.. hmnn.." She mused, barely noticing when she toppled over!
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"Hoooh... hoooh.. what's up Carol? You smell trouble on the horizon?"
She chuckled, steadying her war-horse, as she spoke calmly to her companion, a well-trained, well bred canine with a fair bit of wolf within. Another assasination attempt? It was no suprise, she'd been a thorn in the sides of the dark forces that considered themselfs in charge for a while now. She'd tried to upgrade herself to whatever came after thorn, recently. She looked over to the approaching shepherd. Really, she though.
"Oh, 'ello there fair lady is thi--ghaaah!" The mans eyes widened, as a blade blossomed in his chest.
"Misty Step." Cyra mused, twisting her blade viciously, causing the crature to growl out in pain.
"There are no shepherds in these parts, they fled long ago. .. what are you growling about.. oh yes, hurts, doesn't it? This is The Victors Blade... going by your expression you don't even know what I'm talking about or who I am, do you? .. just a pawn send to assasinate me..hrmn.. well, lets end your suffering.."
She shook her head and kicked the man off of her sword.. who despite his massive chest-wound turned around and hissed, teeth to long, eyes burning with unearthly fury as he pounced.. only to grimace and whimper, driven back by a small, wooden, harmless looking carving in Cyra's hand, presented with a confident grin.. before the holy blade cleaved him apart, his body withering away to dust.
"M'lady are you alright?" Cyra heard and turned ot the source of the voice, weapon already drawn.. hot tempered as ever. She only slooowly lowered it.. Cyra was still hoping to... soothe the womans hot temper. Well, for the most part.
"I appreciate the enthusiasm, but it was just a recently turned spawn... on the plus side, they're getting desperate if that's their answer.. on the other hand.. I really don't like that they're sending the common people after me... What is this, trying to exhaust me after their beast-alliance failed?" She chuckled, whilest the asian woman stepped to her side.
"I will do whatever it takes to protect you from this danger.. as will Argon and Kyu."
Cyra chuckled.. and then smiled.
"Don't worry about me, really.. plus heh, you are faster, Argon is stronger,Kyu is.. Kyu. I'm just the person everyone seems to consider the most important.. and don't worry, nothing is a threat to us.. these are just desperate efforts of the new Countess, to try and drive us back." She grinned and patted her sword, sheating it and whistling for her faithful dog-companion.
"We'll ride.. upon Pretzels!"
Wait that was odd.. she looked down to her horse.. it was an armored pretzel that neigh'ed at her whilest shaking a bit of salt out of its mane.
And then, Cyra opened her eyes.
"Fuah.. uh.. oh... how long did.. I?.."
Well.. she didn't want to disturb the witch so.. she might as well learn a bit more about history.. knowledge is power and she was curious if there was mention of her.. although, considering the state her body was in, she felt like she had failed just barely.. after all, a bodies aging could not be undone be reviving magic, she was pretty sure of that...
After that, if the witch was still asleep, it was time for her (and her trusty stick) to go find the Blacksmith.. couldn't be hard to miss in such a relatively small village.