Post by Sythe on Jun 30, 2005 3:05:06 GMT
Ic: With each measured step, the orange rays of the fading sun glinted off the metal disc set in the man's shield. With half of the great solar disk behind the horizon and glowing a smouldering umber, the light causing the blue and green halves of the wooden shield to appear tainted and strange. Across from the coloured shield, a rough hand was resting easy on the pommel stone of a rather plain broadsword, the knuckles cracked and split from a recent scuffle.
A pair of clear blue, stern eyes stared out from a face that seemed to be covered in dried blood. Turning his head ever once and a while, the tall man seemed to have a sense of paranoya about him. Though piercing and blue, the eyes of the man seemed hollow, as if he had seen things a man should not. A dark red-black line across his forehead showing where the man had been deeply cut a few days ago, lines in the dried blood showed where the man had scratched at his face. Just above the red-black line was the bolted lip of an iron helmet, which showed a clear but small dent in the side along with a a fair scratch in it. In truth, everything about the man spoke of a battle long past. Three arrows stuck in the shield, all snapped and frayed on the end. Another arrow, this time only the head and about two inches of shaft stuck out of the man's thigh, will blood having stained a large patch of the blue leg. Finally, three long scratches, having ripped both fabric and flesh corresponded on the man's back with the frayed ends of one of the man's pack straps.
Licking dried lips and looking around still, the man, obviously a soldier by his torn uniform, walked with at a brisc pace, his moment strict and straight backed. If the arrow sticking from his theigh gave him any pain, the stern looking Soldier did not show it.
Looking rather dour and solemn, it seemed quite strange as a wide an heart-felt smile cracked the man's features. Before him, a while down the long and dusty road, the boundry wall of Raphoe was framed by the setting sun-light. It's iron door glinting in response to the metal disc of the Soldier's shield, the man began to walk march even faster. Quickly subliminating the wide smile, the unshaven looked stern once more as he headed forward.
Almost an hour later, with the sun just down and the air slit dimly lit, the Soldier came upon the gate of Raphoe. With insects chirriping in the humid air of the fresh summer night, the man walked up to the gate and brought out his right hand. Rapping three times solidly on the gate, the Soldier ignored the pain as the cracks and scrapes on his knuckles re-opened. Stepping back three times, the man stood and waited.
Moments later, the gate creaked open and a Gaurd looked out. The look of bordom that was splayed on the man's face was quickly wiped off as he saw the state of the Soldier. Looking astonished as the beat up state of the man, it took a few seconds before the Guard spoke.
"uhh......what the 'ell happened to you?"
Looking sternly at the man with his ice blue eyes, the Soldier answered bruskly.
"Undead happened to me, are you going to let me though?"
Raising an eyebrow and not speaking for a moment again, it took a while for the Guard answer.
"aye...aye, it's a crown to enter."
Grumbling something under his breath, the man untied a deer-skin pouch at his side and took out a single crown. Placing the coin on the tip of his thumb, the Soldier flipped the tiny disc of gold though the air to the guard, who quickly caught it. Taking a step back and to the side, the gaurd allowed the Soldier to enter. Stepping past the man, the Soldier nodded bruskly before marching swiftly into the city.
A pair of clear blue, stern eyes stared out from a face that seemed to be covered in dried blood. Turning his head ever once and a while, the tall man seemed to have a sense of paranoya about him. Though piercing and blue, the eyes of the man seemed hollow, as if he had seen things a man should not. A dark red-black line across his forehead showing where the man had been deeply cut a few days ago, lines in the dried blood showed where the man had scratched at his face. Just above the red-black line was the bolted lip of an iron helmet, which showed a clear but small dent in the side along with a a fair scratch in it. In truth, everything about the man spoke of a battle long past. Three arrows stuck in the shield, all snapped and frayed on the end. Another arrow, this time only the head and about two inches of shaft stuck out of the man's thigh, will blood having stained a large patch of the blue leg. Finally, three long scratches, having ripped both fabric and flesh corresponded on the man's back with the frayed ends of one of the man's pack straps.
Licking dried lips and looking around still, the man, obviously a soldier by his torn uniform, walked with at a brisc pace, his moment strict and straight backed. If the arrow sticking from his theigh gave him any pain, the stern looking Soldier did not show it.
Looking rather dour and solemn, it seemed quite strange as a wide an heart-felt smile cracked the man's features. Before him, a while down the long and dusty road, the boundry wall of Raphoe was framed by the setting sun-light. It's iron door glinting in response to the metal disc of the Soldier's shield, the man began to walk march even faster. Quickly subliminating the wide smile, the unshaven looked stern once more as he headed forward.
Almost an hour later, with the sun just down and the air slit dimly lit, the Soldier came upon the gate of Raphoe. With insects chirriping in the humid air of the fresh summer night, the man walked up to the gate and brought out his right hand. Rapping three times solidly on the gate, the Soldier ignored the pain as the cracks and scrapes on his knuckles re-opened. Stepping back three times, the man stood and waited.
Moments later, the gate creaked open and a Gaurd looked out. The look of bordom that was splayed on the man's face was quickly wiped off as he saw the state of the Soldier. Looking astonished as the beat up state of the man, it took a few seconds before the Guard spoke.
"uhh......what the 'ell happened to you?"
Looking sternly at the man with his ice blue eyes, the Soldier answered bruskly.
"Undead happened to me, are you going to let me though?"
Raising an eyebrow and not speaking for a moment again, it took a while for the Guard answer.
"aye...aye, it's a crown to enter."
Grumbling something under his breath, the man untied a deer-skin pouch at his side and took out a single crown. Placing the coin on the tip of his thumb, the Soldier flipped the tiny disc of gold though the air to the guard, who quickly caught it. Taking a step back and to the side, the gaurd allowed the Soldier to enter. Stepping past the man, the Soldier nodded bruskly before marching swiftly into the city.
