Walks Through Quests
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7/8/2025, 2:10:42 AM No.6271455
Your hazel eyes scan across the golden brown frontier, tumbleweeds drift and hop along to the winds tune. You pull on the reigns equipped to your horse and come to a full stop as she neighs loudly and snorts at your sudden pulling, "easy there girl," you tell her, brushing your hand across her mane to help relax her. Your left hand reaches for the binoculars, bringing them to eyesight
RIVERTON TOWNSHIP
That's what the sign you catch a glimpse of says off in the distance. The rays from the sun cast a hazy mirage over the whole town, as if conjured by your own imagination. You attach your binoculars back onto your belt, and you make the heels of your feet cause impact with your steeds ribcage, clicking your tongue with the roof of your mouth to signal for her to get a move on . She kicks up both her front hooves and announces her effort with a crying neigh, when all hooves are back on the ground they kick up dust and you both make haste for Riverton.
The distance between yourself and Riverton steadily closes, the dusty plain clouding the trail behind you as your reliable girl runs like the winds blessed her hooves.
You finally make it to the entrance of the town, the middling populated township has some hustle and bustle going on from the locals here, though it seems there's nothing more than miners and law enforcement scouring through the town. The local law itself takes notice of your entrance and he saunters his way slowly over to you and your ride, his hands clutched to the sides of his waist and gripping his belt.
"Not often that we get visitors round these parts fella," he says, his unkempt salt and pepper beard drifting to one side from the wind blowing against it. "What's your business here, stranger?" He asks you, his cloudy blue and aged eyes scanning your every movement.
"Reckon I just went on a ride and came adrift here, there a saloon somewhere nearby?" You ask him, you take off your brown rimmed hat and put it flat against your toned chest, revealing your sweaty and slicked back dark hair.
RIVERTON TOWNSHIP
That's what the sign you catch a glimpse of says off in the distance. The rays from the sun cast a hazy mirage over the whole town, as if conjured by your own imagination. You attach your binoculars back onto your belt, and you make the heels of your feet cause impact with your steeds ribcage, clicking your tongue with the roof of your mouth to signal for her to get a move on . She kicks up both her front hooves and announces her effort with a crying neigh, when all hooves are back on the ground they kick up dust and you both make haste for Riverton.
The distance between yourself and Riverton steadily closes, the dusty plain clouding the trail behind you as your reliable girl runs like the winds blessed her hooves.
You finally make it to the entrance of the town, the middling populated township has some hustle and bustle going on from the locals here, though it seems there's nothing more than miners and law enforcement scouring through the town. The local law itself takes notice of your entrance and he saunters his way slowly over to you and your ride, his hands clutched to the sides of his waist and gripping his belt.
"Not often that we get visitors round these parts fella," he says, his unkempt salt and pepper beard drifting to one side from the wind blowing against it. "What's your business here, stranger?" He asks you, his cloudy blue and aged eyes scanning your every movement.
"Reckon I just went on a ride and came adrift here, there a saloon somewhere nearby?" You ask him, you take off your brown rimmed hat and put it flat against your toned chest, revealing your sweaty and slicked back dark hair.
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