Preparing for War - Markas Virnala
Nov 29, 2019 21:10:57 GMT
Varis/G'Lorth/Sundilar, BB, and 2 more like this
Post by Markas Virnala on Nov 29, 2019 21:10:57 GMT
Markas has been back in Port Ffirst for a few days now and everywhere he goes there is a flurry of activity. Whispered words of the war in K'ul Goran and the se conversations about the fliers posted in every Inn in town...
"Help us Hope"
Of course he would be going. He couldn't sit idly back while people were dying.
On his second day back in town, the noticed the change in the air. People were preparing. The adventurers normally in the inns and drinking their gold away were out. The smiths seemed busier than ever and people were filing in and out of shops.
It soon occured to him, maybe he should be getting ready too? But he already had his weapons... and armour was never something he felt good in. Still, surely he should be doing something...
He went back to his room at the Hook, still largely untouched since the day he rented it, placed Hoop in their customary place on the single pillow in the room and asked if he could enter again, flashing his smile, knowing the feigned protest Hoop would put up.
Inside his actual room, he empties his pack, putting the Hydra teeth head strung together into a simple necklace onto one of the shelves, alongside the other assorted trophies he has collected for Hoop and sits on the floor, rather tha the comfy ar chair. He then proceeds to empty his back and belt of everything he has, taking stock, making sure everything is in shape for the coming fight. He has no idea what to expect so the best he can do is make sure his gear is ready at least.
As he glances over and gently handles everything before him, the Falchions from Milo and Rama... the Dragon Slayer and the Life Stealer... His trusty Bow and Quarterstaff from the Monastery... the dragon head Spear Milo had gifted him.... the crossbow still seemed like an odd addition to his arsenal but he has kept it none the less. As he looks around, his eyes fall on the newest item in his pack. A soft bundle wrapped in one of his old ruined shirts.... THAT was something he could do...
Within minutes he has packed up everything and is jogging out the doors of the Hook, the parcel in hand and jogging down the street to the door he hasn't knocked on in some time. An odd anxiousness comes over him as he approaches and knocks but that quickly shifts to confusion as there is no answer. He knocks again. And again. and ag... finally a response, only it was in his head. He waits and listens, shouts thank you, then jogs off down the street again.
The next door is already open and he steps inside the familiar shop of Ernetta's. He hasn't been back here since the whole Werewolf thing and Bogg set off the alarm trying to take things, but Ernetta seems to expect him and after some brief chat, he hands over the parcel.
It's been a few days now, and everyone seems ready to leave. Tomorrow everyone will heading off to war, who knows how many might be coming back. The one preparation he has is finally ready and after a quick visit to Ernetta he has a new Parcel, wrapped in paper tucked under his arm.
He heads straight back to the Hook, into his room and sets Hoop down
"Ok... ready?"
"Go on already!"
With a flourish, the paper is pulled away and he drapes the contents about his neck. With his arms out it falls down around him, scale like patterns catching the light as his tries on his new cloak
.
"What do you think?"
"Help us Hope"
Of course he would be going. He couldn't sit idly back while people were dying.
On his second day back in town, the noticed the change in the air. People were preparing. The adventurers normally in the inns and drinking their gold away were out. The smiths seemed busier than ever and people were filing in and out of shops.
It soon occured to him, maybe he should be getting ready too? But he already had his weapons... and armour was never something he felt good in. Still, surely he should be doing something...
He went back to his room at the Hook, still largely untouched since the day he rented it, placed Hoop in their customary place on the single pillow in the room and asked if he could enter again, flashing his smile, knowing the feigned protest Hoop would put up.
Inside his actual room, he empties his pack, putting the Hydra teeth head strung together into a simple necklace onto one of the shelves, alongside the other assorted trophies he has collected for Hoop and sits on the floor, rather tha the comfy ar chair. He then proceeds to empty his back and belt of everything he has, taking stock, making sure everything is in shape for the coming fight. He has no idea what to expect so the best he can do is make sure his gear is ready at least.
As he glances over and gently handles everything before him, the Falchions from Milo and Rama... the Dragon Slayer and the Life Stealer... His trusty Bow and Quarterstaff from the Monastery... the dragon head Spear Milo had gifted him.... the crossbow still seemed like an odd addition to his arsenal but he has kept it none the less. As he looks around, his eyes fall on the newest item in his pack. A soft bundle wrapped in one of his old ruined shirts.... THAT was something he could do...
Within minutes he has packed up everything and is jogging out the doors of the Hook, the parcel in hand and jogging down the street to the door he hasn't knocked on in some time. An odd anxiousness comes over him as he approaches and knocks but that quickly shifts to confusion as there is no answer. He knocks again. And again. and ag... finally a response, only it was in his head. He waits and listens, shouts thank you, then jogs off down the street again.
The next door is already open and he steps inside the familiar shop of Ernetta's. He hasn't been back here since the whole Werewolf thing and Bogg set off the alarm trying to take things, but Ernetta seems to expect him and after some brief chat, he hands over the parcel.
It's been a few days now, and everyone seems ready to leave. Tomorrow everyone will heading off to war, who knows how many might be coming back. The one preparation he has is finally ready and after a quick visit to Ernetta he has a new Parcel, wrapped in paper tucked under his arm.
He heads straight back to the Hook, into his room and sets Hoop down
"Ok... ready?"
"Go on already!"
With a flourish, the paper is pulled away and he drapes the contents about his neck. With his arms out it falls down around him, scale like patterns catching the light as his tries on his new cloak
.
"What do you think?"