Post by ceraton on Aug 7, 2013 0:27:03 GMT
(Anyone can join in as long as you were or could have been between Blackwater and Veiðimaðurheimian some time before the in-RP time started)
Chapter 1; The long road ahead to Some Where
Long after I returned back from port at the end of the river from somewhere afar, I had traveled quite a distance southwest. I could feel the heat of the sun on my exposed drow hands through my hide armor, and at the current time the wind would blow my long white hair silently. my face expression may be very dark and vile, but at the same time I had carried a mellow and calm smirk. And walked through the plains until I reached a point where he could see what I can as an outline of my destination, which would be a nearby independent inn. My eyes burned as the sun shone bright down, only to be able to squint at the gritty earth. Covering my hands over my eyes, I would do what I can to get myself to an inn before getting ready at night. As I reached the inn, I jogged up to the door, put my hands down, and walked into the inn. The inn was loud with a mix of the sounds of instruments, drunk fighting, and the crowd's volume. I finally opened his eyes and walked down the steps to the nearest open table and relaxed a bit. I had been surprised that the inn would be packed at this time only to remember that the inns only get this busy when it comes to local parties or traditions. I could care less about some silly petty party unless I was invited to it.
Chapter 1; The long road ahead to Some Where
Long after I returned back from port at the end of the river from somewhere afar, I had traveled quite a distance southwest. I could feel the heat of the sun on my exposed drow hands through my hide armor, and at the current time the wind would blow my long white hair silently. my face expression may be very dark and vile, but at the same time I had carried a mellow and calm smirk. And walked through the plains until I reached a point where he could see what I can as an outline of my destination, which would be a nearby independent inn. My eyes burned as the sun shone bright down, only to be able to squint at the gritty earth. Covering my hands over my eyes, I would do what I can to get myself to an inn before getting ready at night. As I reached the inn, I jogged up to the door, put my hands down, and walked into the inn. The inn was loud with a mix of the sounds of instruments, drunk fighting, and the crowd's volume. I finally opened his eyes and walked down the steps to the nearest open table and relaxed a bit. I had been surprised that the inn would be packed at this time only to remember that the inns only get this busy when it comes to local parties or traditions. I could care less about some silly petty party unless I was invited to it.