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<blockquote data-quote="Catulle" data-source="post: 2361313" data-attributes="member: 9942"><p><strong>Tobias </strong> (Male Human Soldier)</p><p></p><p>The canvas roof swims hazily into focus before Tobias' upraised eyes and for a moment he wonders what is missing before it dawns on him. The rain. <em>The Storm.</em> Raising one hand to clear his vision, muscles strain to pull him into a sitting position on the camp bed. The stiffness around his ribs is all but gone now, though he notes the bruises about tracks left over by clumsy stitches with a sour eye. <em>Ugh. That man must've been drunker than I was. Still,</em> he resolves, <em>good enough to sit up is good enough to march on.</em> He quickly laces his shirt together donning a doublet over the top, still crusted with blood from the man he had half-carried, staggering through the muck, from the skirmish line and rescuing his boots from the puddle which has become his sole company in the lean-to over the past three days.</p><p></p><p>The mud of what could once have been called a street greets him as he steps out for air, craning his neck to take in the sky. The sounds of disturbance rolling out from the platz a short way away give the deserter pause. <em>What now? Well, better prepared for nothing than caught out by something.</em> He reaches back into the digs to retrieve his sword-belt and kitbag, the latter tethered to a battered shield which pulls his arm down with its unexpected weight, to trail in the mud before he can right it. <em>Gun's like to be as sodden as everything else here, anyway. Shallya's pity but I'm just not thinking clearly yet.</em></p><p></p><p>Glancing about self-consciously, Tobias quickens his step towards the Ackerplatz as he adjusts the bag across his back, drawing out a leather thong with which to tie his hair back from his face. His skullcap is dangling by its strap from the crook of his arm by the time he reaches the small group already making for the source of the noise.</p><p></p><p>The man's face strikes him as familiar, yet distant. He can't place the name even as he recalls a voice in prayer, audible over his wounds' ache... <em>The cutter's tent, then. No matter it was scarcely my best hour, but those're few and far.</em></p><p></p><p><strong>"Know what we're about, Father?"</strong> He rolls the cap onto his head as he speaks, loosens the sword in his scabbard and he can't keep the chill from his voice as he adds, <strong>"Back to war in Sigmar's name, is it?"</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Catulle, post: 2361313, member: 9942"] [B]Tobias [/B] (Male Human Soldier) The canvas roof swims hazily into focus before Tobias' upraised eyes and for a moment he wonders what is missing before it dawns on him. The rain. [I]The Storm.[/I] Raising one hand to clear his vision, muscles strain to pull him into a sitting position on the camp bed. The stiffness around his ribs is all but gone now, though he notes the bruises about tracks left over by clumsy stitches with a sour eye. [I]Ugh. That man must've been drunker than I was. Still,[/I] he resolves, [I]good enough to sit up is good enough to march on.[/I] He quickly laces his shirt together donning a doublet over the top, still crusted with blood from the man he had half-carried, staggering through the muck, from the skirmish line and rescuing his boots from the puddle which has become his sole company in the lean-to over the past three days. The mud of what could once have been called a street greets him as he steps out for air, craning his neck to take in the sky. The sounds of disturbance rolling out from the platz a short way away give the deserter pause. [I]What now? Well, better prepared for nothing than caught out by something.[/I] He reaches back into the digs to retrieve his sword-belt and kitbag, the latter tethered to a battered shield which pulls his arm down with its unexpected weight, to trail in the mud before he can right it. [I]Gun's like to be as sodden as everything else here, anyway. Shallya's pity but I'm just not thinking clearly yet.[/I] Glancing about self-consciously, Tobias quickens his step towards the Ackerplatz as he adjusts the bag across his back, drawing out a leather thong with which to tie his hair back from his face. His skullcap is dangling by its strap from the crook of his arm by the time he reaches the small group already making for the source of the noise. The man's face strikes him as familiar, yet distant. He can't place the name even as he recalls a voice in prayer, audible over his wounds' ache... [I]The cutter's tent, then. No matter it was scarcely my best hour, but those're few and far.[/I] [B]"Know what we're about, Father?"[/B] He rolls the cap onto his head as he speaks, loosens the sword in his scabbard and he can't keep the chill from his voice as he adds, [B]"Back to war in Sigmar's name, is it?"[/B] [/QUOTE]
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