Post by SpearralSquid on May 3, 2015 19:00:29 GMT -8
Bignette - Preparation Category
A Call To Arms
A Call To Arms
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Sir Ian Drakesbane awoke with a jolt. The room around him was dark, no thin strands of light slipped in through the thatching of the roof. It was still early morning. He turned over and tried to fall back asleep, but couldn't. Marek's disappearance was nagging at him; it had been far too long for him to have taken a trip to somewhere nearby without telling his master. he had been responsible for the boy, and now he had slipped out through his fingers. The young knight rose and stretched, pulling on a simple blue shirt. Sir Ian descended the groaning wooden stairs, then left the house. The light of early morning was beginning to dispell the night's darkness. Dew was scattered across most available surfaces. Ian strode along, hoping to clear his mind and think of something besides Marek's disappearance. He found himself approaching the rampart, and, seeing no reason not to, climbed the stairs and began to walk along the worn stone wall, admiring the fresh burst of grass and trees outside the Dunharris wall recovering from the recent winter. As he approached the place where the wall turned, he glimpsed a small silhouette dancing in the distance against the vibrant sunrise. Straining his eyes as it came closer, he realized it was bird, and it seemed to be heading for the corner of the wall. Curiousity piqued, he jogged towards the corner to get a better look at what the bird might be. It drew closer still, revealing itself to be a large, grey, owl. Tied to its leg was a leather-bound scroll. Intrigued, Sir Ian extended his arm for the owl to alight, and, ignoring its sharp claws, removed the scroll to see who it might be for. Etched on the leather was "Sir Ian, Drake's Bane, foremost knight of Dunharris." "Well, ye've come to the right man, my friend." he mumbled, intently unrolling the scroll. He glanced it over, then read it again. He grimaced, but then released a short laugh. "Well, it seems one 'Caedric Moore' is in need of a Drake's Bane."
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(Will add Restricted and Unrestricted later)
A Call To Arms
A Call To Arms
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Sir Ian Drakesbane awoke with a jolt. The room around him was dark, no thin strands of light slipped in through the thatching of the roof. It was still early morning. He turned over and tried to fall back asleep, but couldn't. Marek's disappearance was nagging at him; it had been far too long for him to have taken a trip to somewhere nearby without telling his master. he had been responsible for the boy, and now he had slipped out through his fingers. The young knight rose and stretched, pulling on a simple blue shirt. Sir Ian descended the groaning wooden stairs, then left the house. The light of early morning was beginning to dispell the night's darkness. Dew was scattered across most available surfaces. Ian strode along, hoping to clear his mind and think of something besides Marek's disappearance. He found himself approaching the rampart, and, seeing no reason not to, climbed the stairs and began to walk along the worn stone wall, admiring the fresh burst of grass and trees outside the Dunharris wall recovering from the recent winter. As he approached the place where the wall turned, he glimpsed a small silhouette dancing in the distance against the vibrant sunrise. Straining his eyes as it came closer, he realized it was bird, and it seemed to be heading for the corner of the wall. Curiousity piqued, he jogged towards the corner to get a better look at what the bird might be. It drew closer still, revealing itself to be a large, grey, owl. Tied to its leg was a leather-bound scroll. Intrigued, Sir Ian extended his arm for the owl to alight, and, ignoring its sharp claws, removed the scroll to see who it might be for. Etched on the leather was "Sir Ian, Drake's Bane, foremost knight of Dunharris." "Well, ye've come to the right man, my friend." he mumbled, intently unrolling the scroll. He glanced it over, then read it again. He grimaced, but then released a short laugh. "Well, it seems one 'Caedric Moore' is in need of a Drake's Bane."
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(Will add Restricted and Unrestricted later)