(OOC: Everyone can start in different places, but just meet up with the rest of the "party" by your fourth or so post)
The bright sun that had blessed Sevan's travels the past few weeks had finally succumbed to the dark, dreary clouds that permeated the rolling lowlands. Even though it was mid-day, the sun's rays barely illuminated the deciduous woods and damp marshes that ran alongside the main thoroughfares, leaving the world in a dreary state of gray twilight. To top it off, the sky began to drizzle lightly as a rainstorm began its infancy.
Clunking down the road with his heavy equipment in tow, Sevan felt the cold wet cobble road under his bare feet. As he continued his arduous jog, small wisps of his heated breath dissipated into the cold air. Eventually, the rain began pouring down heavily, removing any visibility. Sevan's body temperature began dropping as the wind picked up and escalated into a howling gale, leaving Sevan with a frigid, bone-chilling sensation that seized his body.
Still, Sevan soldiered on, looking for a place to offer sanctuary from the rain. His Bangaan hearing was rendered useless as the rain created a constant annoyance for Sevan; an inescapable white noise. He fared even worse with his sight. After a few minutes of rain tapping against his armor and the ground, the sound of Sevan's footsteps as he splashed through small puddles on the road, and the howling wind, Sevan gazed ahead into the distant. He could make out the faint glimpse of a lantern light from up on a distant hill.
Taking a momentary breather, he felt his body begin drooping as the elements began to take their toll. Clenching his teeth, Sevan broke out into another trot as he scurried up the low hill to the crossroads point. As he approached the building, the distant light grew into a bright yellowish red. Stopping under the hanging roof, he looked inside. The inn seemed to teem with life and warmth as people laughed and spoke loudly. This warmth beckoned Sevan, so he gently turned the knob on the door, feeling the grooved metal under his skin. Before pulling the door open, he looked up across the main window. As the light gleamed through the window and shot out into the daylight's darkness, it thinly illuminated a sign.
The Grey Oak...
The bright sun that had blessed Sevan's travels the past few weeks had finally succumbed to the dark, dreary clouds that permeated the rolling lowlands. Even though it was mid-day, the sun's rays barely illuminated the deciduous woods and damp marshes that ran alongside the main thoroughfares, leaving the world in a dreary state of gray twilight. To top it off, the sky began to drizzle lightly as a rainstorm began its infancy.
Clunking down the road with his heavy equipment in tow, Sevan felt the cold wet cobble road under his bare feet. As he continued his arduous jog, small wisps of his heated breath dissipated into the cold air. Eventually, the rain began pouring down heavily, removing any visibility. Sevan's body temperature began dropping as the wind picked up and escalated into a howling gale, leaving Sevan with a frigid, bone-chilling sensation that seized his body.
Still, Sevan soldiered on, looking for a place to offer sanctuary from the rain. His Bangaan hearing was rendered useless as the rain created a constant annoyance for Sevan; an inescapable white noise. He fared even worse with his sight. After a few minutes of rain tapping against his armor and the ground, the sound of Sevan's footsteps as he splashed through small puddles on the road, and the howling wind, Sevan gazed ahead into the distant. He could make out the faint glimpse of a lantern light from up on a distant hill.
Taking a momentary breather, he felt his body begin drooping as the elements began to take their toll. Clenching his teeth, Sevan broke out into another trot as he scurried up the low hill to the crossroads point. As he approached the building, the distant light grew into a bright yellowish red. Stopping under the hanging roof, he looked inside. The inn seemed to teem with life and warmth as people laughed and spoke loudly. This warmth beckoned Sevan, so he gently turned the knob on the door, feeling the grooved metal under his skin. Before pulling the door open, he looked up across the main window. As the light gleamed through the window and shot out into the daylight's darkness, it thinly illuminated a sign.
The Grey Oak...
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