Post by Ress on Jun 17, 2008 3:00:20 GMT -5
Ascending wood, 28
* Boots sat among the rubble of one of the many thousands of ruins, many rolls of star charts strewn about him. The shade of a strange overhanging structure loomed over him, its dark depths lurking behind him like an assassin, leading to a cavern, unknown to the rest of Imperveress. Boots kept track of the many arcane symbols and marks of unknown origin with his left hand, while holding a drink in his left, taking a swig every few moments. He heaved a soft sigh as he continued to look over the papers.. finding nothing from them*
... Where in Malfeas is she?!.... oh!
* He reached into a leather pack to his side, unrolling a large piece of parchment and placing it along with the rest. he began scribbling upon another blank piece, producing more of these strange marks. It took a few hours for him to finish, but when he was, he smiled, heaving a sigh of relief now that he was done. He looked about them, taking care and counting each huge set of papers and what exactly they are all aligned to. Once he finished, his drunken frustration rose, until he threw his cup against a nearby pile of smooth grey rubble.*
There is only four!.... There is suppose to be five!!... whats going on here?......
* he dropped to his knees and sighed, still looking down at the papers*
... who is this guy?
* Boots sat among the rubble of one of the many thousands of ruins, many rolls of star charts strewn about him. The shade of a strange overhanging structure loomed over him, its dark depths lurking behind him like an assassin, leading to a cavern, unknown to the rest of Imperveress. Boots kept track of the many arcane symbols and marks of unknown origin with his left hand, while holding a drink in his left, taking a swig every few moments. He heaved a soft sigh as he continued to look over the papers.. finding nothing from them*
... Where in Malfeas is she?!.... oh!
* He reached into a leather pack to his side, unrolling a large piece of parchment and placing it along with the rest. he began scribbling upon another blank piece, producing more of these strange marks. It took a few hours for him to finish, but when he was, he smiled, heaving a sigh of relief now that he was done. He looked about them, taking care and counting each huge set of papers and what exactly they are all aligned to. Once he finished, his drunken frustration rose, until he threw his cup against a nearby pile of smooth grey rubble.*
There is only four!.... There is suppose to be five!!... whats going on here?......
* he dropped to his knees and sighed, still looking down at the papers*
... who is this guy?