A life in day of Kelsey Longhopper
Jun 9, 2020 11:10:31 GMT
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Post by JSD on Jun 9, 2020 11:10:31 GMT
The council building is in utter turmoil.
News of the Hellish beachhead emerging in K’ul Goran had been relayed to the Dawnlands that morning. Council functionaries hurry to and fro carrying messages and/or panic from room to room and meeting to meeting. Grandmaster Nailo is seen in deep consultation with Commander Jadefist and High Diviner Rholor. A stream of worried townsfolk is pouring into the building trying to find answers and reassurance.
Amidst the throng, a dirt-smudged half-orc sits outside Samed’s office. She has been there most of the day, clutching a small chit of paper in her hands, growing more and more impatient by the hour.
Finally, as yet another person enters and leaves Samed’s office, she stands up and bangs furiously on the door to the mastersmith’s offices. An attendant pokes their head out into the corridor a moment later.
“What?! We’ bus-”
“Look, mate!” the half-orc snaps, thrusting the piece of paper into the man’s face. “I’ve got a bloody appointment to see Samed and I’ve been waiting for bloody hours, ok!”
“You do know there’s a war on, don’t you?” The man replies snootily, looking her up and down. “We don’t have time for lost pigs or upset onion carts or whatev-”
The half-orc barges past the man and marches up to Samed’s desk, slamming both hands down on the wooden tabletop. “Look here, Samed, I’ve been patient enough. It’s been months now since that bloody goblin stole my equipment. What’re you doing about it?! You need to get a handle on these so-called adventurers running around doing whatever they want. These graves won’t dig themselves, you know?!” Kelsey jerks a thumb over her shoulder at the commotion filling the building. “And you’re gonna need a lot more graves dug before the week’s out, I’m guessing...”
News of the Hellish beachhead emerging in K’ul Goran had been relayed to the Dawnlands that morning. Council functionaries hurry to and fro carrying messages and/or panic from room to room and meeting to meeting. Grandmaster Nailo is seen in deep consultation with Commander Jadefist and High Diviner Rholor. A stream of worried townsfolk is pouring into the building trying to find answers and reassurance.
Amidst the throng, a dirt-smudged half-orc sits outside Samed’s office. She has been there most of the day, clutching a small chit of paper in her hands, growing more and more impatient by the hour.
Finally, as yet another person enters and leaves Samed’s office, she stands up and bangs furiously on the door to the mastersmith’s offices. An attendant pokes their head out into the corridor a moment later.
“What?! We’ bus-”
“Look, mate!” the half-orc snaps, thrusting the piece of paper into the man’s face. “I’ve got a bloody appointment to see Samed and I’ve been waiting for bloody hours, ok!”
“You do know there’s a war on, don’t you?” The man replies snootily, looking her up and down. “We don’t have time for lost pigs or upset onion carts or whatev-”
The half-orc barges past the man and marches up to Samed’s desk, slamming both hands down on the wooden tabletop. “Look here, Samed, I’ve been patient enough. It’s been months now since that bloody goblin stole my equipment. What’re you doing about it?! You need to get a handle on these so-called adventurers running around doing whatever they want. These graves won’t dig themselves, you know?!” Kelsey jerks a thumb over her shoulder at the commotion filling the building. “And you’re gonna need a lot more graves dug before the week’s out, I’m guessing...”