Post by redcoat on Mar 27, 2022 12:47:11 GMT -5
Username: Ancelas
As the sun was setting over the jungle beyond the wooden palisade encircling the Black Lion company's fort, Karn drift off from the post-dinner meeting to wander about the stedding, watching the men and women come in from their work outside the gates, setting aside their combat practice for the evening, and otherwise begin to settle in for the night. He moved about slowly and quietly, his amber-colored eyes aglow in the darkness of his hood. He had no place to go and no need to sleep, no need to rest - despite the numbers of aches and pains scattered throughout the complex workings of his artificial body. And so he wandered, and watched.
His travelling bag, slung beneath his cloak, felt heavier than usual, despite his propensity to travel light. His thoughts drifted back to the strange globe he carried within, the golden light that seemed to track the journey of his life, all the way back to a place he could no longer remember with any clarity in northern Mazuri - the Koros Wasteland. That was where his journey began, which meant, in time, it was where it would end. One way or another… unless he found… found…
Blast. He almost had it that time. Karn let out a little huff of annoyance, startling a man who had been walking by and hadn't noticed the towering figure in the shadow against the side of the building. Karn ignored him and moved away from the wall to resume walking once again.
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Username: Opiii
As Karn patrolled and wandered the palisade, he found mercenaries performing drills under their new captains, builders logging and digging foundations for the imminent expansion of this once sturdy guild hall into a proper fort. Soon exhaustion took the humanoids, and drills were called to close, as were the building operations- which could not continue at night with any degree of accuracy. He saw them file in in groups as the sky turned from a dusky orange to a vibrant red and purple. And outdoors the construct wander remained until those purples met blues, and the twinkling motes of starlight began to show themselves- distant and small, waiting for the sun's exit.
Great braziers of fire were lit along the tops of the palisade, and he could still see light within the compound. Two guards took point upon higher rooms which overlooked the jungle, lanterns visible within their short towers. It was still quite visible, but the shadows were growing longer. A rough estimate would point this time to be around half past seven.
Soon Karn could hear the sound of dull thuds and shuffling gear, not long after drills had completed. Toward the southwest, along the jungle path, lit torches broke the darkness of the brush. The torches were held by armor clad soldiers and forrest-hunters alike, several in the front bearing the marks of black shield-brooches on their breast. This was the daymarch his group had avoided, the sailors and new commission hires from the good ship deliverance.
It was about to become very, very crowded. It was no wonder the Steading was being expanded. Noises of soft clattering could be heard from inside of the Steading's walls, filtering through the windows. Movement, voices, stomping. And soon, music- String and wind instruments being tuned, tested, and noodled as something more coherent formed into something with real melody. There was life within the building, and as that light shone against the encroaching darkness of night, and the sounds of civilization and merriment drifted down wind toward the exhausted crew to the south, their spirits seemed to rise and their movements quickened. Several people cheered and laughed heartily, thankful to be free from the bug ridden, tightly enclosed jungle road.
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Username: Ancelas
Karn rubbed his chin as the shifts changed and the day crew moved indoors. A thought occurred to him, and he went toward the marshaling yard, looking for one of the company men or women who had been drilling with weapons. He recalled being told to look for individuals with a particular crest, so he began checking the tunics and coats of everyone he passed - at least, those of whom were carrying shields. A nice buckler he could strap to his arm might come in handy. He just need to figure our where to acquire one…
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Username: Opiii
Karn's eyes, adjusted to the dark in his evening wanderings, searched the marshalling yard for signs of people. In the obscurity of dusk, most everything was painted in blues and grays, the tops of objects reflecting the last bits of pink and orange from the setting sun. Despite how everything blended together, he did find a figure among the flat cut grassland.
Sitting upon a stump was a human, male in his forties or so. He was lean with a square chin, gray stubbled jawline and short salt and pepper hair. A scar cut through his left brow, both of which were dark and angular.
He didn't seem to notice Karn as he approached, opting instead to draw a puff from a short laquered smoking pipe. Gray blue eyes turned to face the construct as she exhaled through the nostrils, eye contact made. He straightened his back, sitting up as a means of greeting.
The man bore the insignia Karn was searching for, as well as leather armor and light metal partial plate. At his side hung a short sword in its scabbard, and around his back was slung a medium sized shield.
He inclined his head towards the stranger.
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Username: Ancelas
Ahh… just what he was looking for. Karn inclined his head as he approached and paused, holding his free palm to his chest. "I am Karn," he rumbled, and paused appropriately for the other man to introduce himself. He then looked to the man's shield and pointed at it, then held his hand to his brow and looked about as though searching for something. He then dropped his hand and looked at the other man, cocking his head to one side inquisitively.
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Username: Opiii
The older warrior inclined his head, looking the hooded construct over. Pulling the pipe from his mouth, he responded. "Archibald Gray. I run some of the combat drills around here. Don't recognise you, Karn, you must be the new blood they've been talking about. What can I do for…"
There was a pause as the construct gestured and pointed. He shrugged his shoulder to jostle the shield he had slung there, glancing back at it. He looked quizzically at the warforged. Then, after some pause a glimmer of understanding touched his face.
"Right. Your ship went down… Gear went with it too I bet?"
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Username: Ancelas
Karn's eyelights glowed a little brighter with pleasure at his message being understood. He held his arms out at his side and nodded. He held up his spear, then tugged on the strap of the bag he wore beneath the cloak, pulling it around to show Archibald. It was the extent of his belongings, and he gave an exaggerated shoulder slump to convey his frustration. He then pointed at Archibald's shield and cocked his head again.
Truth be told, he had few personal needs and traveled light, so he tended to carry everything he owned on him. It was difficult to convey that to others with his… limitations, however, so it was easier to let them fill in the blanks with their own assumptions.
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Username: Opiii
The older human squinted slightly at Karn, studying him. Soon he'd turned to face him fully, a furrow in his brow as he tried to make heads or tails of the gesture.
"You're not the talkative type, huh."
Mulling the gestures over, Archibald rubbed his chin and thought a good few moments until finally he rolled his shoulder to knock the shield up and around on its strap. Loosening it, he allowed the broad concave shape to slide down his arm until he caught it by its handle. A quick glance at the piece of equipment revealed some dust, which he casually buffed out with the wrist of his gloved hand.
"Shield catch your eye? Nothing special. Standard grade wooden heater reinforced with iron. No bouche, but there aren't many lancers in this order. If you want your own, you can put in a request to the, uh…" As he spoke, he watched the construct's face. He recalled the game of charades only a minute ago, and quirked his jaw to the side. "…Right. Hmn."
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Username: Ancelas
Karn nodded as Archibald spoke, but when he trailed off, Karn straightened in mild alarm. He nodded and gestured to the man with a roll of his hand, urging him to continue. He gestured to the shield again and repeated the gesture. Put in a request to…"
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Username: Opiii
His lips tightened, angular brows furrowing as he looks at the construct. "…Kind of difficult to speak with the quartermaster to make a formal requisition, 'specially if you don't speak the language. Mnnnh." He grunted and squinted rolling his shoulders. Placing his pipe down, he came to rub his head, lapsing into deep thought for a few moments. There was a slight scowl on his face.
(Insight check)
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As the sun was setting over the jungle beyond the wooden palisade encircling the Black Lion company's fort, Karn drift off from the post-dinner meeting to wander about the stedding, watching the men and women come in from their work outside the gates, setting aside their combat practice for the evening, and otherwise begin to settle in for the night. He moved about slowly and quietly, his amber-colored eyes aglow in the darkness of his hood. He had no place to go and no need to sleep, no need to rest - despite the numbers of aches and pains scattered throughout the complex workings of his artificial body. And so he wandered, and watched.
His travelling bag, slung beneath his cloak, felt heavier than usual, despite his propensity to travel light. His thoughts drifted back to the strange globe he carried within, the golden light that seemed to track the journey of his life, all the way back to a place he could no longer remember with any clarity in northern Mazuri - the Koros Wasteland. That was where his journey began, which meant, in time, it was where it would end. One way or another… unless he found… found…
Blast. He almost had it that time. Karn let out a little huff of annoyance, startling a man who had been walking by and hadn't noticed the towering figure in the shadow against the side of the building. Karn ignored him and moved away from the wall to resume walking once again.
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Username: Opiii
As Karn patrolled and wandered the palisade, he found mercenaries performing drills under their new captains, builders logging and digging foundations for the imminent expansion of this once sturdy guild hall into a proper fort. Soon exhaustion took the humanoids, and drills were called to close, as were the building operations- which could not continue at night with any degree of accuracy. He saw them file in in groups as the sky turned from a dusky orange to a vibrant red and purple. And outdoors the construct wander remained until those purples met blues, and the twinkling motes of starlight began to show themselves- distant and small, waiting for the sun's exit.
Great braziers of fire were lit along the tops of the palisade, and he could still see light within the compound. Two guards took point upon higher rooms which overlooked the jungle, lanterns visible within their short towers. It was still quite visible, but the shadows were growing longer. A rough estimate would point this time to be around half past seven.
Soon Karn could hear the sound of dull thuds and shuffling gear, not long after drills had completed. Toward the southwest, along the jungle path, lit torches broke the darkness of the brush. The torches were held by armor clad soldiers and forrest-hunters alike, several in the front bearing the marks of black shield-brooches on their breast. This was the daymarch his group had avoided, the sailors and new commission hires from the good ship deliverance.
It was about to become very, very crowded. It was no wonder the Steading was being expanded. Noises of soft clattering could be heard from inside of the Steading's walls, filtering through the windows. Movement, voices, stomping. And soon, music- String and wind instruments being tuned, tested, and noodled as something more coherent formed into something with real melody. There was life within the building, and as that light shone against the encroaching darkness of night, and the sounds of civilization and merriment drifted down wind toward the exhausted crew to the south, their spirits seemed to rise and their movements quickened. Several people cheered and laughed heartily, thankful to be free from the bug ridden, tightly enclosed jungle road.
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Username: Ancelas
Karn rubbed his chin as the shifts changed and the day crew moved indoors. A thought occurred to him, and he went toward the marshaling yard, looking for one of the company men or women who had been drilling with weapons. He recalled being told to look for individuals with a particular crest, so he began checking the tunics and coats of everyone he passed - at least, those of whom were carrying shields. A nice buckler he could strap to his arm might come in handy. He just need to figure our where to acquire one…
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Username: Opiii
Karn's eyes, adjusted to the dark in his evening wanderings, searched the marshalling yard for signs of people. In the obscurity of dusk, most everything was painted in blues and grays, the tops of objects reflecting the last bits of pink and orange from the setting sun. Despite how everything blended together, he did find a figure among the flat cut grassland.
Sitting upon a stump was a human, male in his forties or so. He was lean with a square chin, gray stubbled jawline and short salt and pepper hair. A scar cut through his left brow, both of which were dark and angular.
He didn't seem to notice Karn as he approached, opting instead to draw a puff from a short laquered smoking pipe. Gray blue eyes turned to face the construct as she exhaled through the nostrils, eye contact made. He straightened his back, sitting up as a means of greeting.
The man bore the insignia Karn was searching for, as well as leather armor and light metal partial plate. At his side hung a short sword in its scabbard, and around his back was slung a medium sized shield.
He inclined his head towards the stranger.
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Username: Ancelas
Ahh… just what he was looking for. Karn inclined his head as he approached and paused, holding his free palm to his chest. "I am Karn," he rumbled, and paused appropriately for the other man to introduce himself. He then looked to the man's shield and pointed at it, then held his hand to his brow and looked about as though searching for something. He then dropped his hand and looked at the other man, cocking his head to one side inquisitively.
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Username: Opiii
The older warrior inclined his head, looking the hooded construct over. Pulling the pipe from his mouth, he responded. "Archibald Gray. I run some of the combat drills around here. Don't recognise you, Karn, you must be the new blood they've been talking about. What can I do for…"
There was a pause as the construct gestured and pointed. He shrugged his shoulder to jostle the shield he had slung there, glancing back at it. He looked quizzically at the warforged. Then, after some pause a glimmer of understanding touched his face.
"Right. Your ship went down… Gear went with it too I bet?"
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Username: Ancelas
Karn's eyelights glowed a little brighter with pleasure at his message being understood. He held his arms out at his side and nodded. He held up his spear, then tugged on the strap of the bag he wore beneath the cloak, pulling it around to show Archibald. It was the extent of his belongings, and he gave an exaggerated shoulder slump to convey his frustration. He then pointed at Archibald's shield and cocked his head again.
Truth be told, he had few personal needs and traveled light, so he tended to carry everything he owned on him. It was difficult to convey that to others with his… limitations, however, so it was easier to let them fill in the blanks with their own assumptions.
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Username: Opiii
The older human squinted slightly at Karn, studying him. Soon he'd turned to face him fully, a furrow in his brow as he tried to make heads or tails of the gesture.
"You're not the talkative type, huh."
Mulling the gestures over, Archibald rubbed his chin and thought a good few moments until finally he rolled his shoulder to knock the shield up and around on its strap. Loosening it, he allowed the broad concave shape to slide down his arm until he caught it by its handle. A quick glance at the piece of equipment revealed some dust, which he casually buffed out with the wrist of his gloved hand.
"Shield catch your eye? Nothing special. Standard grade wooden heater reinforced with iron. No bouche, but there aren't many lancers in this order. If you want your own, you can put in a request to the, uh…" As he spoke, he watched the construct's face. He recalled the game of charades only a minute ago, and quirked his jaw to the side. "…Right. Hmn."
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Username: Ancelas
Karn nodded as Archibald spoke, but when he trailed off, Karn straightened in mild alarm. He nodded and gestured to the man with a roll of his hand, urging him to continue. He gestured to the shield again and repeated the gesture. Put in a request to…"
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Username: Opiii
His lips tightened, angular brows furrowing as he looks at the construct. "…Kind of difficult to speak with the quartermaster to make a formal requisition, 'specially if you don't speak the language. Mnnnh." He grunted and squinted rolling his shoulders. Placing his pipe down, he came to rub his head, lapsing into deep thought for a few moments. There was a slight scowl on his face.
(Insight check)
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