penance
First Post
Gradually, the rain ceased, although the rumble of thunder can still be heard in the distance. The door swung open, and some manner of entity slipped through the entrance. The black-claoked thing pulled his hood back just an inch, revealing a weathered human face. Quickly, he swung his eyes across the mixed patrons of the place, before glancing longingly outside. "Sad.." he whipsered. "I love the rain.."
He set his weapons, a long guisarme and a wide-bladed sword, at the designated spot. Suddenly, his eyes blazed, and he located Brews. "Aye there, mighty one! I could use a draft of something cool to the palate; but I know not your local brew. T'would please me to have something mild."
Then his eyes drifted to the sign. "Of stories have have none..." he murmured. "I have not even memories. All I know is my name, my blades, and my darkness, but I will give you what I have. My name is Samarik Thertas, and I am a wanderer without family or holding."
With that, he found a place in the corner of the bar, within eyesight of his weapons, and waited for something interesting to come along.
He set his weapons, a long guisarme and a wide-bladed sword, at the designated spot. Suddenly, his eyes blazed, and he located Brews. "Aye there, mighty one! I could use a draft of something cool to the palate; but I know not your local brew. T'would please me to have something mild."
Then his eyes drifted to the sign. "Of stories have have none..." he murmured. "I have not even memories. All I know is my name, my blades, and my darkness, but I will give you what I have. My name is Samarik Thertas, and I am a wanderer without family or holding."
With that, he found a place in the corner of the bar, within eyesight of his weapons, and waited for something interesting to come along.
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