Of those who came before. (Open)

[Ignis Glaciesque]

The bleak skies were blanketed with ash. Meloncoloy was her default emotion as she looked up. Huddling in a hooded cloak wrapped around her thin person, she looked from the sky to the staff laid against the bitterly cold boulder she sat on.

She felt as if she had chosen the wrong time to travel to.

Then again, it was the volcanic eruptions and meteor shows which jump started the person she came back to stop. She had no idea when and where he was; she just knew she had to stop him...

She needed to get off this island.

The island was dying anyways. Grasses were brown, trees were withered and leafless. She sighed as she slid off the rock. Taking up her staff, she continued to shiver as she made her way towards the ruined place of a town called Stonevale. She knew it was abandoned. Maybe, just maybe, she could salvage some supplies and a bite to eat from the rubble before making way to the closest active harbor. She needed to move.

She stepped into the ash coated town. It collected dust. It appeared as if a tornado of severe power rolled through and left this place dead. She sighed, singling out the first discernable ruins. She pulled off her cloak, revealing a gamberson and light clothes. The staff was dropped as she started to climb some boards, hoping to get to a seemingly collapsed kitchen. She struggled to balance as her curled, blond hair limited her vision.

She was off guard and vulnerable up on the collapsed beams.