Raising his crossbow, Dante calls out to Earwen, "I have no holding here, but it appears that they are sheltering anyone caught out in the wilds. Halloran up there on the walk is the one to ask." Without taking his sights off the elven girl, he shouts up to Halloran, "Visitor at the gate!" Once she's been admitted, Dante lowers the weapon. "I meant no offense my dear. These isolated trading posts can be prime targets for brigands...especially with this storm brewing."
Dante rides the horse, barely able to control the beast. By Abadar, I knew I should have walked. Wouldn't do to lag behind though. Reigning the horse in before trampling Bridgitte, Dante is visibly relieved when the horse stops moving. Dropping out of the saddle, he mutters under his breath "Next time I'm walking."
DM Azure_Zero wrote:
It's just a first pass, so I won't nitpick :)
Dante stands atop the broken tower, the setting sun backlighting him. The head of a dead pirate under one fur-lined leather boot, Dante sheaths his battleaxe and pulls out his heavy crossbow. Wind whipping his long blond hair around, he takes no notice of it, taking sight of a lone pirate scurrying across the beach. Offering a prayer to Abadar, the bolt glows with a blue inner light, and finds it's mark in the back of the brigand. "The Knights can keep their honor," his says, his voice like gravel pouring into a stream. Smoothing down his handlebar mustache, Dante turns into the wind, his blue cloak flailing out behind him. "See me Abadar," he shouts into the wind. "I have slain all you've put before me. When will I get to exact my revenge!?" Receiving no answer, Dante sets to work cleaning the blood from his hide armor. It is a joyless task that he performs exceptionally well. By the time darkness creeps over the waters of the cove, his armor is as clean as it was that morning. Don't know if that helps. |