Kickstarted and Running 965 Share Posted November 8, 2013 The wind howled around Furnestock, frozen water fell in sharp pieces, the feeling akin to a thousand small daggers pricking the skin. The snow had been here since before anyone could remember, never melting, only gathering higher and higher before falling in great avalanches. A man in thick fur robes trekked along the goat paths of the mountainside, careful with his moving, keeping low to maintain his center of balance and avoid being knocker down by the hammer-like winds. He had long since lost the feeling in his body, the cold pierced even beyond his thick clothes, and he needed shelter. Foraging his way into an open cave, the ground was dry, no snow except at the entrance of his little cave. It was probably the old cave of a hibernating bear, or the lair of a mountain lion. He would be take care to keep watch if this was the case. Building a small fire, he laid his pack down against the stone wall, and went to the mouth of the cave, the snowstorm was near impossible to see through but the mighty fortress of Kreuzberg was still visible. It's halls the lit up and warmed, keeping the inhabitants inside sheltered from the winds and cold and dagger-hail. The mighty Teutonic Order resided within, the most able of any warriors in the history of Aegis, Asulon, and Anthos. Here he waited, watching, for many days. On the second day he went for food, and saw the gates close on his way up, a procession of Sariants marching inside, singing songs of war and glory. And here he waited, on this mountain, waiting and watching until the fifth day, he went to the gates and stood there, his armor lined with fur to keep him warm and replacing the chainmail to stop his plates from freezing solid. And Konrad waited, willing to brave the cold out in the mountains of Furnestock... 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DragoonCrow 346 Share Posted November 8, 2013 Sariant Priest Crowley Thorne, the currently unlucky Sariant posted on guard duty sits inside the gatehouse. Having his warm, Bohra cloak wrapped around his shoulder and the leather armor beneath his chainmail being lined with fur, he sits there quite comfortably. Taking a sip of his Hansetian Ale, he reads a book on mixed unit tactics. Hearing footsteps, his eyes turn from the book, towards the gate. Noticing the man he sighs, seeing the cold man he brings forth a mug of Hansetian Ale, pushing it between the bars of the gates he awaits a response. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kickstarted and Running 965 Author Share Posted November 8, 2013 Konrad nods in thanks, and takes it, removing his helm, he lets his hair fall about his shoulders, he would take a sip "Many thanks. It is more than welcome, Sariant" He would take another sip before looking at the Sariant, a bit of awe in his eyes. His own armor was a dark half plate with a forest green and gold plume on the helm, with burnished gold trimming on the armor. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
lιoɴ 248 Share Posted April 20, 2014 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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