Post by Onslaught on Dec 30, 2004 18:39:18 GMT
[Continued from 'The Path To Wolfenden: The Onslaught Cometh'.]
*The inn door swings open, and Onslaught steps in, pulling the hood of his long surcoat back to reveal a somewhat troubled expression. Silently he takes a table in the corner, as far away from the inquisitive eyes of the locals as possible, and waits for service - if, indeed, any is forthcoming.*
*Drumming his gloved right hand on the table - and producing a curiously loud noise for such a simple, reflexive action - he sits quiet, lost in his thoughts, savouring the odd flavour of an emotion he hasn't felt in a while: he is spooked, left shaken by his encounter with the unknown traveller on his journey here. Onslaught racks his brains for an answer to the source of his unease, and settles on the notion that he had detected some kind of sorcery. He allows himself a small chuckle, as if at some unexplained irony.*
*Soon, though, he snaps out of his contemplation, jolted into alertness by the presence of strangers. Slowly, he scans the room, taking stock of the company he keeps, whilst still waiting for a flagon of ale or a serving maid to assist him.*
*The inn door swings open, and Onslaught steps in, pulling the hood of his long surcoat back to reveal a somewhat troubled expression. Silently he takes a table in the corner, as far away from the inquisitive eyes of the locals as possible, and waits for service - if, indeed, any is forthcoming.*
*Drumming his gloved right hand on the table - and producing a curiously loud noise for such a simple, reflexive action - he sits quiet, lost in his thoughts, savouring the odd flavour of an emotion he hasn't felt in a while: he is spooked, left shaken by his encounter with the unknown traveller on his journey here. Onslaught racks his brains for an answer to the source of his unease, and settles on the notion that he had detected some kind of sorcery. He allows himself a small chuckle, as if at some unexplained irony.*
*Soon, though, he snaps out of his contemplation, jolted into alertness by the presence of strangers. Slowly, he scans the room, taking stock of the company he keeps, whilst still waiting for a flagon of ale or a serving maid to assist him.*
