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Cromwell Of St Richard's
CROMWELL OF ST RICHARD'S
Cromwell returns to his regular Watchtower, reports to his Sergeant, and passes on the Captain's message. The Sergeant listens until Cromwell is finished. Then he nods in acknowledgement.
"Righty-ho Cromwell. Get your stuff together and report to the Southtower duty-sergeant as ordered. You're excused from duty til then. That'll be all.
The Sergeant's manner softens a little after Cromwell gives his acknowledgement.
"I don't exactly know what the Captain has in store for you Cromwell, but I suspect it may involve some travelling. Get any gear that you need together before you present yourself. That would be my advice.
"You're a good soldier son. I will have you back in my Tower any day."
Cromwell has spent more than the occassional night in the tower barracks when off duty. Everthing he needs is right here. But he does have a room at the Church, and has one or two things there that might come in useful. And a little time for prayer never went amiss.
On the bed in his spartan quarters, there is a simple breastplate and old mace. On the breastplate, the symbol of Cuthbert is embossed into the strap of one shoulder, the symbol of St Richard's is embossed into the other. A soldier's breastplate. Engraving on the surface only gives arrows and swords something to bite into. As Cromwell puts it on, he feels as if the thing snuggles up against him, the fit so neat that there is hardly any of the usual awkwardness that comes with wearing a breastplate. The mace is plain, somewhat brutal looking even. Its obviously quite old. But it is finely weighted and balanced.
The Church grounds are as quiet as they usually are as Cromwell heads out. But somehow, he seems to bump into more brothers than he has seen in a week. Nothing out of the ordinary is said; a greeting, a polite inquiry as to his health, a well wishing for the future. So things have always been done at St Richard's.
ooc: Breastplate +1, Masterwork heavy mace.
CROMWELL OF ST RICHARD'S
Cromwell returns to his regular Watchtower, reports to his Sergeant, and passes on the Captain's message. The Sergeant listens until Cromwell is finished. Then he nods in acknowledgement.
"Righty-ho Cromwell. Get your stuff together and report to the Southtower duty-sergeant as ordered. You're excused from duty til then. That'll be all.
The Sergeant's manner softens a little after Cromwell gives his acknowledgement.
"I don't exactly know what the Captain has in store for you Cromwell, but I suspect it may involve some travelling. Get any gear that you need together before you present yourself. That would be my advice.
"You're a good soldier son. I will have you back in my Tower any day."
Cromwell has spent more than the occassional night in the tower barracks when off duty. Everthing he needs is right here. But he does have a room at the Church, and has one or two things there that might come in useful. And a little time for prayer never went amiss.
On the bed in his spartan quarters, there is a simple breastplate and old mace. On the breastplate, the symbol of Cuthbert is embossed into the strap of one shoulder, the symbol of St Richard's is embossed into the other. A soldier's breastplate. Engraving on the surface only gives arrows and swords something to bite into. As Cromwell puts it on, he feels as if the thing snuggles up against him, the fit so neat that there is hardly any of the usual awkwardness that comes with wearing a breastplate. The mace is plain, somewhat brutal looking even. Its obviously quite old. But it is finely weighted and balanced.
The Church grounds are as quiet as they usually are as Cromwell heads out. But somehow, he seems to bump into more brothers than he has seen in a week. Nothing out of the ordinary is said; a greeting, a polite inquiry as to his health, a well wishing for the future. So things have always been done at St Richard's.
ooc: Breastplate +1, Masterwork heavy mace.
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