Gilliam
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Posts: 16
Mundane Name: Matheu Raickle
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Post by Gilliam on Jan 23, 2014 20:16:29 GMT -5
Enter a figure, male, Dressed in a brown wool cloak, boots, black leggings, gloves, and teal colored tabard underneath with a red cross in the middle in a Templar fashion. Belts strap the tabard to him, with some small survival equipment attached. Snow dripping from his shoulders as he moves inside.
The male is holding a bow in his right hand with a quiver on the opposite side. He has a black cowl over his head, revealing no facial features except the small obvious nose bulge.
He makes his way to the far end of the bar. The male figure sets down his bow as he takes his seat, and then raises his hand with two fingers up, indicating drinks, to the staring barkeep.
The Barkeep nods and gets two steins out, fills them with a beverage and delivers them to him
"Rough day huh, Gilliam?" Says the barkeep as he nudges his shoulder.
The male takes off the black cowl and reveals blood stained stitches in an X formation across his lips. Brown eyes are revealed as with brown hair down to his ears.
With his natural, angry / determined look on his face, he smirks towards the barkeeps direction then, takes a small sip of the beverage, just barely separating his lips. Slowly letting the liquid dribble down into his mouth.
The last of the snow falls, from his cloak.
He puts his head down looking at the table, as if in thought, maybe about the past, maybe about the future.
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Gilliam
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Posts: 16
Mundane Name: Matheu Raickle
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Post by Gilliam on Jan 25, 2014 23:46:10 GMT -5
As the last of the second stein quickly empties, Gilliam looks down one more time. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve. Suddenly, he looks up, staring at the wall beside him, as if realizing something. An epiphany. He stands, recovering his bow with his hand and leaving a small sack of coins on the bar. Obviously too much for just two drinks, and leaves in a hurry. As he walks through the door, just outside the Tavern, he stops. Pulling out a small hunting knife sheathed on his belt. He takes the knife to his face, no, to his lips, and cuts the stitches left by his past mistakes. With painful grunts, he then carefully takes out whats left of the stitching. He then stabs the wooden plank next to the door of the Tavern with his knife, leaving it there. Words are muttered... "I will be redeemed...." He leaves in a hurry, stumbling down steps and pathways, trying not to leave a trail of blood from his mouth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Continue in the Wilds~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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