Leo Khan

An Inquisitors Story: The City of Ash and Decay (A High-Casual journey)

@awesomoman64 Agreed.

An Inquisitors Story: The City of Ash and Decay (A High-Casual journey)

@Kazemitsu Is it bad that I literally check this thing at least 4 times a day, and get really excited whenever I see a one in my sub box.

An Inquisitors Story: The City of Ash and Decay (A High-Casual journey)

Gil looked towards the gate, his elven blood enhancing his eyesight enough to see of what River was speaking.

"Strange. Although I'm sure whatever is in there is no match for Kharne here." Gil flashed a small and friendly smile towards the giant. He left River to ponder over his books. Wandering over to his dappled black and silver stallion, he removed his plate armor from where it hung on the horn of his saddle. The blackened steel was simple but strong and had saved his life more times than he cared to count.

He removed his cloak and unbuckled his sword belt, before fastening his armor on. He'd had the breastplate adjusted to be strapped at the side instead of the back, so as to remove the need for someone to help him put it on. After his breastplate, he strapped on his bracers and greaves. Finally he donned his arming cap and coif.

After outfitting himself in his armor, he buckled on his sword belt and fastened his cloak to his pauldrons before removing his helmet from his saddlebags and hefting his shield over his shoulder. He'd rather be entirely ready for whatever was out there than risk getting caught with his pants around his ankles.

Middle Earth: Road goes ever on

So I had planned on writing a LOTR fanfiction a while back and created a whole lore for my characters, would you mind if I used that stuff? I can PM it to you if you'd like.

An Inquisitors Story: The City of Ash and Decay (A High-Casual journey)

Gil wrapped his cloak around his body and sat next to the little man, "I had my cuirass, greaves and gauntlets blackened in the forge for the very purpose of not glinting in the sun and here I am, wearing only my freshly polished chainmail." Gil shook his head at his momentary lapse in foresight.

"So, River, what are your thoughts? What manner of monstrosity could lay such waste and deal such wanton death?" Gil was genuinely curious as he had never encountered such atrocities. He had seen all manner of wicked machinations of the minds of men but none of the like of the field ahead of him.

Middle Earth: Road goes ever on

Awesome, well keep me updated then? Whenever you're up and running, i'll be here.

Middle Earth: Road goes ever on

Hey is this still open?

An Inquisitors Story: The City of Ash and Decay (A High-Casual journey)

Gil chuckled and laid his hand on Lanithil's shoulder.

"Hmm that barmaid a few towns over sure was screaming, but I don't think it was out of terror." Gil surveyed the group around him. Ardur, was the twin of Anora, and was by far the more likely to engage in conversation. Gil respected Ardur and trusted his leadership, as well as admired his care for his men.

River, the plainsman, was one of the Inquisitors that Gil had interacted with the least since he joined, and as such didn't really know him, not that he really knew any of them as well as he would like.

Aanshi probably intimidated Gil the most out of all of them, and as a result, he had yet to approach her much.

Cyterius made Gil uneasy. He felt the man was sly and cunning, and just by first impressions, Gil questioned whether or not he could trust Cyterius. He hoped he could though.

Lanithil was probably the Inquisitor he had interacted the most with in a more casual setting. Gilead normally found himself setting up his tent next to Lanithil's when the army stopped after a day's march, and when they were lucky enough to stop in a town, the two most lighthearted members of the Inquisition could normally be found drinking together.

An Inquisitors Story: The City of Ash and Decay (A High-Casual journey)

Gilead crouched in silence, getting a more level view of the field, his sword stuck in the ground to help him stay in this position comfortably. The breeze blew his hair gently and brought the immense smell of death and decay to his nose. He could hear his compatriots speaking behind him, but he was paying them little mind. His mind was busy surveying the field. The strange positions the dead were in, the make of the spears, the lack of other dead, almost like the entire city didn't fight back.

He had been one of the first to volunteer for this mission, almost against his better judgement but now he was glad he came. Something major happened here, something that would change the way of the world, and he, Gilead Davidian, would be a part of it.

"Wait." Gil said, standing and removing his sword from the ground, cleaning the dirt from it's blade. "If we're going in, we need to go together. There'll be strength in numbers. However, if all of us go, anyone in those towers or on the walls will see us from a mile away." He glanced to the shining sun, "I'm sure the glint of our armors has already given our position away. If i may make a suggestion sir," He addressed Ardur directly, "I would say we go on foot, and as low to the ground as possible, so as to remain as unnoticed as we can manage. And the longer we wait, the darker it gets, the better for us. Sir." Gil bowed his head gently.

An Inquisitors Story: The City of Ash and Decay (A High-Casual journey)

Gold Leader, Standing by.