Myth and Legend
First Post
*thummmm* *thummmm* *thummmm* *thummmm* *thummmm* The sound of the cathedral bells, muffed by the distance and the light morning breeze, echoed trough the peaceful autumn countryside surrounding Angelwatch. The town's white and gray buildings, made of stone and lime covered brick, now shone with the light of the morning sun, marking the center of the wide grassy plain that was the heart of Muirlane.
The scenery was fascinatingly beautiful, the yellow grass, brown leaves and clear blue sky showing the magnificent spleandor of autumn in the central regions of Danu.
On the Western Road, a paved and wide trade route leading towards the city lying in the distance, a long stream of people, carts and wagons slowly made their way away from Angelwatch. The populace seemed disheartened and gloomy in comparisson to the colourful crowd, that now marched towards the town.
All manner of traders, bards, adventurers, mercenaries and peddlers eagerly ventured forward, making their way to this new place of excitement and dynamic events, their bold and cheery faces making more than one retreating commoner shake his or her head with lack of comprehension.
One of the adventurers advancing towards the town of Angelwatch was Peth Hethas, a short and slender Gnome, with tanned skin and gray hair pulled back in a tight braid. He walked steadily, keeping his distance from the other travelers and had apparently submerged himself in thoughts.
A little ways behind the Gnome, rode a large, muscular man, with flowing brown hair and blue eyes, his armour and shield polished to a blinding shine. It was as if Kyelingar Godtouched had walked out of a fairytail and was now here to save the day. However, his vigilant eyes surveying the surrounding countriside and the stream of travelers, proved he was not light hearted by any means.
The noise of the cart wheels crackling along the pavement was accompanied by talking, the beating of hooves and trio of dogs barking at a cow that slowly and quite uncaringly followed a wagon. However by far the most noise was caused by the curses of a very fat man with a round straw hat, who apparently was quite vexed by his indiferrent donkey, that had decided to stop on the side and start grazing on the dry autumn grass despite it's masters' wishes to cointinue moving.
A little way's off, on the left side of the paved road, a little girl sat on the ground, dressed in a worn and simple gray dress woven of crude hemp. Her attire had been stiched in several places, and her feet were bare, covered with semi healed bruises and scratches, while the rest of her was covered wtih dirt and dust. The girl was skinny, no older than eight, with long messy brown hair and hazel eyes that were now red with tears.
If one could see past the girl's unwashed clothes and dirt covered face, he would note her apparent cuteness. She now sat on a small grassy rising to the side of the road and sobbed quietly. None of the travelers seemd to mind her however, both the ones going out of Angelwatch and the ones traveling towards it.
Meanwhile, at the Southern gate of Angelwatch, that marked the spot where the road from Targellis made it's entrance, a crowd was gathering. The ringing of the cathedral bells was very loud, almost overcomming the buzzing of the large group of people that now populated the small mud-covered plaza in front of the massive wooden doors of the Gatehouse.
The city walls were tall, made of white stone and quite thick, and were surrounded by wooden shacks and hovels. All manner of peddlers and traders were shouting over one another, trying to sell everything from salted fish to linen clothes. The crowd's interest however, was drawn elsewhere for the moment.
Apparently the people were excited by an unusial scene - a large man with thick red hair, left to hang freely beneath his shoulders and clad in leather armour, with an axe hanging from the holster on his hip and a grand composite longbow on his back, stood in the center of the crowd. He towered over everyone, but even larger than him was a magnificent white ram, it's massive muscular body bigger than even the strongest bull. The animal seemed intelligent and quite aware of it's dominant physique, and now observed the much smaller humans around it with quickly shifting eyes.
The man had raised his muscular right hand, and from it's grasp hung four bloody decapitated heads, suspended by their hair as gruesome trophies. "This is what you will find in the countryside! Angelwatch is not safe anymore!"
The man's voice boomed, momentarily dwarfing all other sounds in the small mud covered plaza. As more and more travelers approached the scene, the crowd grew larger, now only a handfull of people being able to reach the gate and make it inside the city.
One of the newcommers was a very tall and muscular lad, green eyed, blond and clad in chainmail, as if he had come out of a young maiden's dream. Maximus calmly eyed the gathering, briefly surveying the group of people and the large, wild looking man in the middle.
Further out of the way, where there were less people and less noise, stood yet another giant of a man. His silvery hair and metallic eyes contrasted with his untamed feral look, as Sansalar reluctantly stopped to observe the situation. His scimitar remained sheathed, but the walking stick in his hands seemed eerily capable of dealing out punishment.
The scenery was fascinatingly beautiful, the yellow grass, brown leaves and clear blue sky showing the magnificent spleandor of autumn in the central regions of Danu.
On the Western Road, a paved and wide trade route leading towards the city lying in the distance, a long stream of people, carts and wagons slowly made their way away from Angelwatch. The populace seemed disheartened and gloomy in comparisson to the colourful crowd, that now marched towards the town.
All manner of traders, bards, adventurers, mercenaries and peddlers eagerly ventured forward, making their way to this new place of excitement and dynamic events, their bold and cheery faces making more than one retreating commoner shake his or her head with lack of comprehension.
One of the adventurers advancing towards the town of Angelwatch was Peth Hethas, a short and slender Gnome, with tanned skin and gray hair pulled back in a tight braid. He walked steadily, keeping his distance from the other travelers and had apparently submerged himself in thoughts.
A little ways behind the Gnome, rode a large, muscular man, with flowing brown hair and blue eyes, his armour and shield polished to a blinding shine. It was as if Kyelingar Godtouched had walked out of a fairytail and was now here to save the day. However, his vigilant eyes surveying the surrounding countriside and the stream of travelers, proved he was not light hearted by any means.
The noise of the cart wheels crackling along the pavement was accompanied by talking, the beating of hooves and trio of dogs barking at a cow that slowly and quite uncaringly followed a wagon. However by far the most noise was caused by the curses of a very fat man with a round straw hat, who apparently was quite vexed by his indiferrent donkey, that had decided to stop on the side and start grazing on the dry autumn grass despite it's masters' wishes to cointinue moving.
A little way's off, on the left side of the paved road, a little girl sat on the ground, dressed in a worn and simple gray dress woven of crude hemp. Her attire had been stiched in several places, and her feet were bare, covered with semi healed bruises and scratches, while the rest of her was covered wtih dirt and dust. The girl was skinny, no older than eight, with long messy brown hair and hazel eyes that were now red with tears.
If one could see past the girl's unwashed clothes and dirt covered face, he would note her apparent cuteness. She now sat on a small grassy rising to the side of the road and sobbed quietly. None of the travelers seemd to mind her however, both the ones going out of Angelwatch and the ones traveling towards it.
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Meanwhile, at the Southern gate of Angelwatch, that marked the spot where the road from Targellis made it's entrance, a crowd was gathering. The ringing of the cathedral bells was very loud, almost overcomming the buzzing of the large group of people that now populated the small mud-covered plaza in front of the massive wooden doors of the Gatehouse.
The city walls were tall, made of white stone and quite thick, and were surrounded by wooden shacks and hovels. All manner of peddlers and traders were shouting over one another, trying to sell everything from salted fish to linen clothes. The crowd's interest however, was drawn elsewhere for the moment.
Apparently the people were excited by an unusial scene - a large man with thick red hair, left to hang freely beneath his shoulders and clad in leather armour, with an axe hanging from the holster on his hip and a grand composite longbow on his back, stood in the center of the crowd. He towered over everyone, but even larger than him was a magnificent white ram, it's massive muscular body bigger than even the strongest bull. The animal seemed intelligent and quite aware of it's dominant physique, and now observed the much smaller humans around it with quickly shifting eyes.
The man had raised his muscular right hand, and from it's grasp hung four bloody decapitated heads, suspended by their hair as gruesome trophies. "This is what you will find in the countryside! Angelwatch is not safe anymore!"
The man's voice boomed, momentarily dwarfing all other sounds in the small mud covered plaza. As more and more travelers approached the scene, the crowd grew larger, now only a handfull of people being able to reach the gate and make it inside the city.
One of the newcommers was a very tall and muscular lad, green eyed, blond and clad in chainmail, as if he had come out of a young maiden's dream. Maximus calmly eyed the gathering, briefly surveying the group of people and the large, wild looking man in the middle.
Further out of the way, where there were less people and less noise, stood yet another giant of a man. His silvery hair and metallic eyes contrasted with his untamed feral look, as Sansalar reluctantly stopped to observe the situation. His scimitar remained sheathed, but the walking stick in his hands seemed eerily capable of dealing out punishment.
Roll a Spot check for me please! IC is up by the way.[/sblock]
