Post by Wren Lunaboult on Oct 23, 2019 13:23:51 GMT
A small clearing can be seen in a dense forest, with the spires of a large city in the far distance and the first rays of daylight peeking through on the horizon. You can see a number of small tents are arranged in a neat circle with a firepit in the middle of them, the fire itself having burnt out many hours ago. A slight breeze sighs through the many trees and camp, carrying with it the sound of a forest only just waking up as it flutters the edges of a dark blue banner with a silver crescent moon and star stitched onto it. It all seems pretty calm for an adventurer’s introduction doesn’t it?
Peeking into one of these tents you might spot two individuals wrapped up snug in sleeping bags and blankets against the night chill, weapons close by their sides. One of these individuals seems to be having a not too peaceful dream, if the slight tossing and turning is anything to go by.
Let’s focus on them shall we.
They suddenly bolt awake, panting slightly, with a nervous look at their companion who luckily doesn’t seem to have been disturbed by their antics. Now that they’ve emerged from their blanket cocoon you can see more of their features, dark auburn shoulder length hair with tanned freckled skin and very noticeable golden eyes which are currently giving off quite the glow. The criss cross of scars on their calloused hands are also faintly glowing. How very interesting.
As they clutch their blankets closely and calm down they look up, as if they can see the sky from inside their tent, their brow furrowing “What’s a bloody Kantas?”
Peeking into one of these tents you might spot two individuals wrapped up snug in sleeping bags and blankets against the night chill, weapons close by their sides. One of these individuals seems to be having a not too peaceful dream, if the slight tossing and turning is anything to go by.
Let’s focus on them shall we.
They suddenly bolt awake, panting slightly, with a nervous look at their companion who luckily doesn’t seem to have been disturbed by their antics. Now that they’ve emerged from their blanket cocoon you can see more of their features, dark auburn shoulder length hair with tanned freckled skin and very noticeable golden eyes which are currently giving off quite the glow. The criss cross of scars on their calloused hands are also faintly glowing. How very interesting.
As they clutch their blankets closely and calm down they look up, as if they can see the sky from inside their tent, their brow furrowing “What’s a bloody Kantas?”