Bree barely qualified to be a city, Arutha thought to himself sourly, trudging along the muddy streets. The sky was getting darker with the approaching evening, but it was hard to tell from the grey thick clouds that had blanketed the sky for days, the constant chilling drizzle just adding to the miserable air. The streets themselves were bustling, and the mercenary drew his thick travelers cloak around him, on his guard to pickpockets and other thieves. Over 6 feet, and with the lean muscle that comes from the hard life as a mercenary, he had little to worry about from the common opportunistic thief, but was kept wary by the size of the crowd pressing around him. Although little more than a mudhole in his mind, Bree was near overcrowded with activity, having recently become the makeshift hub for recruitment in the latest little skirmish. All around him were other men, and women, seeking the so called fortunes of war.
Although Arutha would sometimes find himself almost sneering at them, he knew he was no better. Like them, he was just another mercenary, willing to risk his life and fight in exchange for the means to keep himself fed. He took no pride in it though, and now was fighting back a feeling of shame at signing on for this current company. He'd heard this was a good opportunity, but those had been -magicians- talking to the Captains; those subhuman black-robed bastards couldn't be trusted, and made him worry just what the hell he'd gotten himself into. No one liked the Magicians’ Guild, always pulling the strings behind the scenes, but Arutha -hated- them. He'd once devoted his life to finding ways to kill the bastards, and took great care to keep his arms well covered under their gaze. Under scrutiny they’d recognise the blue woad tattoos that spiraled and looped all over his body for what they are, runic magic for the sole purpose of countering their own spells. To be caught with them would be certain death; all other forms of magic other than the Guild’s own were strictly outlawed. With a weary sigh as he inspected a rather ramshackle inn, he fought down another worm of shame gnawing at him. Now here he was excepting work from them. He’d certainly hit a new low this time. Passing on the already overcrowded looking inn, he continued on down the street looking for lodgings, reasoning soon that anywhere he could lay his head would do.
((Seeking one female to play, well, whatever you like really. Fellow mercenary, slavegirl, camp follower, noble, even one of the enigmatic magicians. Sort of a fantasy adventure/maybe romance kinda scene, but nothing really set in stone, so just reply with a character and a bit of a post and we’ll see how it ends up. If you want to discuss characters and setting or anything else in more detail, feel free to PM me))
Although Arutha would sometimes find himself almost sneering at them, he knew he was no better. Like them, he was just another mercenary, willing to risk his life and fight in exchange for the means to keep himself fed. He took no pride in it though, and now was fighting back a feeling of shame at signing on for this current company. He'd heard this was a good opportunity, but those had been -magicians- talking to the Captains; those subhuman black-robed bastards couldn't be trusted, and made him worry just what the hell he'd gotten himself into. No one liked the Magicians’ Guild, always pulling the strings behind the scenes, but Arutha -hated- them. He'd once devoted his life to finding ways to kill the bastards, and took great care to keep his arms well covered under their gaze. Under scrutiny they’d recognise the blue woad tattoos that spiraled and looped all over his body for what they are, runic magic for the sole purpose of countering their own spells. To be caught with them would be certain death; all other forms of magic other than the Guild’s own were strictly outlawed. With a weary sigh as he inspected a rather ramshackle inn, he fought down another worm of shame gnawing at him. Now here he was excepting work from them. He’d certainly hit a new low this time. Passing on the already overcrowded looking inn, he continued on down the street looking for lodgings, reasoning soon that anywhere he could lay his head would do.
((Seeking one female to play, well, whatever you like really. Fellow mercenary, slavegirl, camp follower, noble, even one of the enigmatic magicians. Sort of a fantasy adventure/maybe romance kinda scene, but nothing really set in stone, so just reply with a character and a bit of a post and we’ll see how it ends up. If you want to discuss characters and setting or anything else in more detail, feel free to PM me))
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