Onslaught
Traveller
Sorcery-enhanced mercenary killer
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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.*
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Onslaught
Traveller
Sorcery-enhanced mercenary killer
Posts: 8
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Post by Onslaught on Jan 7, 2005 13:44:35 GMT
*Refreshment promptly arrives, which Onslaught accepts wordlessly, his senses devouring the information and ambience within his surroundings. The ale is good; cool and meady, a welcome change from the scum-topped froth he has been presented with at less reputable establishments on his journey here.*
*Around him, the townsfolk - many of whom appear to be regulars at the inn - go about their drinking and chatter, not really acknowledging his presence, save for the occasional nervous glance or hasty whisper. He ignores these with his usual resignation, being more than accustomed to the suspicion of others. His attention has been caught by an odd couple sitting a short distance away, embroiled deep in conversation. One of them is a tall, lean fellow dressed largely in green, who is sitting opposite a hulking brute of a fellow. The large individual must be an ogre or troll of some kind, and has a huge club resting on the table before him; yet the impression Onslaught gets, through his mannerisms and facial expressions, is one of peace and good-naturedness. It is a bizarre juxtaposition; he would do well to introduce himself, perhaps able to glean information or employment in the process.*
*Before he can do so, the two part company, and with a certain sense of sadness the ogre retires upstairs to what is presumably his lodgings for the night. It would be improper to disturb the gent at this late hour - and besides, a sleep-deprived, club-swinging beast is not exactly what Onslaught is looking for this evening. No, better to rest up now, as he has travelled a considerable distance to get here, and investigations can wait til morning.*
*Placing a gold piece on the table, he shoulders his bag and, draining the last of the ale, heads upstairs to sleep.*
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Post by Midnight on Jan 7, 2005 15:29:44 GMT
*Amanda who had sevred the drink to Onslaught watched him as he went to a room and made a mental note that it would need cleaning the following day..as would the brandy drinker. She takes the gold piece and places it with the others. Smiling gently she moves onto the next customer. Glad to have something to do now the Wolf's Howl was open again..*
*When a five minute break is avaliable Amanda writes down on a small piece of paper behind the bar what rooms have been taken for the night as her shift ends. She says good night to the other members of staff and makes her way home. She was on the early shift the following day.*
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