Post by Montagh on Apr 27, 2008 21:46:56 GMT -5
A light breeze blew through the grass, stirring it in a wave that rippled across the stretch of green plains, now dark with the sun's setting. The sky was, however, bright with stars that shone brilliantly, a large crescent in the sky casting meager illumination to the slightly eerie landscape of the highlands.
A sigh escaped the man's lips as he observed his surroundings with a wistful gaze. Shaking his head, he pulled the cloak that covered his armored body a bit tighter and turned around. Behind him, stretched out on an elevated plateau with a valley separating it from the rest of the land, laid a citadel of castles and high white walls. A faint glow emanated from it, even at the late hour. He could hear music in the distance as the more nocturnal citizens listened to and sang songs to their fellows and sweethearts. Another sigh.
The wind whistled as it whipped more strongly through the land, the gust making the man's cloak fly into the air and whip around in sync with the wind's dance. Moonlight glinted off of his breastplate, which bore the crest of Stromgarde, reds and whites. The man grunted and pulled the cloak back under control, hunching his shoulders and wrapping it more closely around himself until the wind stopped.
It was peaceful up here, if not particularly comfortable, the man reflected as he scanned the dark horizon. Turning his gaze to rest fondly upon the city he knew so well again after a few moments, a smile tugged at his lips.
But suddenly something hard hit the nape of his neck, and with a pained grunt he fell down to his knees, and from there fell from consciousness.
((Note: This is not an open roleplay thread, but a history of the character. Comments are appreciated.
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A sigh escaped the man's lips as he observed his surroundings with a wistful gaze. Shaking his head, he pulled the cloak that covered his armored body a bit tighter and turned around. Behind him, stretched out on an elevated plateau with a valley separating it from the rest of the land, laid a citadel of castles and high white walls. A faint glow emanated from it, even at the late hour. He could hear music in the distance as the more nocturnal citizens listened to and sang songs to their fellows and sweethearts. Another sigh.
The wind whistled as it whipped more strongly through the land, the gust making the man's cloak fly into the air and whip around in sync with the wind's dance. Moonlight glinted off of his breastplate, which bore the crest of Stromgarde, reds and whites. The man grunted and pulled the cloak back under control, hunching his shoulders and wrapping it more closely around himself until the wind stopped.
It was peaceful up here, if not particularly comfortable, the man reflected as he scanned the dark horizon. Turning his gaze to rest fondly upon the city he knew so well again after a few moments, a smile tugged at his lips.
But suddenly something hard hit the nape of his neck, and with a pained grunt he fell down to his knees, and from there fell from consciousness.
((Note: This is not an open roleplay thread, but a history of the character. Comments are appreciated.
)
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