Aforementioned newguy thread. T3
First thing I want to say is: Don't feel like you can't join in, just don't arrive and be TOO disruptive to the flow of the scene.
In the reaches of the former Peorthan Empire, a grassy field waves its grass lazily; the wind brushing its hand across the long stalks of grass and through the sparse shrubs and trees alike, playing and dancing peacefully. The wind itself is cool, despite the mid-spring heat, thanks to coming from the south-western mountain peaks. The field is cut in pieces by a fairly wide road, the cobbled segment snaking off to the west, and branching off in many directions as mere overtrod dirt. The roads all converge around a break in the natural peace; a dark stone crag jutting out of the ground, all that remains of an old fortress. The ruin is built on the very edge of a tall gorge, the bottom of which holds a rapidly-flowing river, white water crashing along the rocks at the base and the tower erected as a bridge keep in the middle of the gorge.
TenHass sat on the top of a ruined wall, overlooking the field and getting a whiff of the cool wind. They carried with them the smell of rain, soft rain completely unlike the small slivers of ice that passed for rain in the homeland. TenHass chuckled at recalling his once-home; the changes within that marked him as both a traitor and a monster; both wrong accusations but made nontheless. Despite the harshness of the political climate, he still fondly remembered those ashen isles, and despite the harshness of the weather, he had thrived. He slowly ran his hands across a fresh-sculpted Saparra, he preferred to 'forge' his weapons with a view.
There was word of a lot of brigands and opportunists around lately. And TenHass was here to make sure his adopted home was free of raiders, though he was confident they couldn't do much to the people in the town on the other side of the gorge, his own safety was less assured, and he was making sure to be prepared.