Roleplay from Sharn
Sharn awoke to the rhythmic sound of jangling metal, carried from a distance by the breeze.
Startled, she grabbed her scabbard which laid beside her, put on her cloak then rushed to observe her surroundings through a paneless window. All was 'still' outside, but the sound could still be heard.
Through the stone arch which was once known to be the main gate of the estate, Sharn hurried to the nearest dune and climbed to its peak for a better view. Concealed by her sand ridden cloak, she observed a single young looking knight with Western features, crossing the dessert plain towards her. She continued to observe and wait for the opportunity to confront the traveller. Predicting the path, Sharn positioned herself, knelt and covered herself with sand to mimic one of the many ripples upon the dunes.
As the young heavily-footed knight passed the camouflaged hump, the knight stopped abruptly when the blade of a dagger was reached from behind and pressed firmly upon his throat.
No word was spoken whilst Sharn fumbled through the knights pockets until she found what she was seeking--some information of the identity of the knight.
"Sir Frederic eh?" She spoke, "From Barca it seems, from the West"
Sharn released the young knight and allowed Sir Frederic to face her. "I am Sharn the Sandwalker, Queen of the desert! What news of the West young man? What bringeth your travels through my dunes?"
Logged
"...Together We Stand, Divided We Fall!..." -- 'Hey You', Pink Floyd
