Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 9:48:30 GMT
The outside had yet to break Emerson. He had lost count of the days and weeks had spent outside in the wilderness but that didn't even matter to him anymore. Using the skills had he gained from being a part of the Ground Unit, along with stuff he had learnt in books or from school, Emerson had not just survived but he was at a point of thriving. His main food source had become fish, using a spear of rock and wood to fish in the rivers and streams he came across. Sometimes he would make camp near a river, stay there for a longer period of time but otherwise, Emerson was always moving. While some might try to find a life in the outside, Emerson wasn't quite ready to do that. There was only one thing on his mind at that point and it was plain and simple: revenge. He wanted Clarke to feel his pain and know, as best as she could, the pain that Emerson went through when she irradiated Mount Weather and killed everyone he knew and cared about. It couldn't be said that Emerson was completely sure how he might do that but he had a feeling he knew of which Outsiders might help him. Being in the position he had in Mount Weather did something good for this situation. Emerson had been one of the most knowledgeable people in Mount Weather when it came to the subject of Outsiders. While he knew that all the Outsiders loved war and loved revenge, there was one clan in particular that Emerson thought might be willing to help him, if only because of their dislike to the current Commander, whom Clarke had made alliance with. Emerson had no way of knowing if that alliance still held, especially when he had played such a big part in trying to break it, but he could still hope that it would be enough of a way to get an audience with the leader of the Ice Nation's leader. And to not be killed by them. So Emerson had been walking north, using the brightest star in the sky to guide him and had now come across land that was much colder than anything he had experienced before. Wind blew and seemed to move through him, leaving an icy chill in his bones. The clothes he had on were not warm enough to protect him. During his travels, he had rarely attempted to hunt large prey and when he had managed it, had very little idea how to correctly skin them for their fur. This left him very little protection other than the clothes he had been wearing when he left Mount Weather. They were not clothes made for the north and so, he was cold. Eventually he came across a village, sneaking inside it to steal a coat and gloves for his hands. That was when he was caught, a large man coming up behind him and managing to catch him by surprised, to get him into a headlock and demand why he was there. After all of Emerson's thought onto how he might get to speak with the Ice Nation leader, it hadn't been that difficult in the end. Just the mention of the fact that he was a Mountain Man had sparked surprise and fear into the man that had been questioning him. Which was quite a feat, Emerson assumed, knowing that the man was large and likely a soldier like Emerson himself. He had been tied up and pulled along from the small village into a much larger place, one he recognised from photos to be the main city of Azgeda. It was where their leader, whom he thought he remembered to be a Queen, would be. Further questioning about where he was going once they had arrived in the city didn't get him anywhere, only leading to him being gagged. While Emerson wasn't particularly scared of death by that point, he would be disappointed in a large degree to die without getting his revenge. He could only hope now that he was important enough to see the Queen and to get a chance to talk with her.  CARL EMERSON ------------ Emerson's first post <3 |
