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Re: The Carefree Adventures of Asher Renodin
« Topic Start: August 22, 2017, 10:36:02 AM »
Hey there! A small, atmospheric RP. Just to give the people gathered, four odd realms preparing for a battle, a sense of what its like being in a military camp. A day to day activity if you will. A sight you might catch if you glanced over while strolling by.



​At camp in Greatbridge

Walking among the horses the Blond haired young man, dressed in a simple yet sturdy tunic didn't stand out. His friendly blue eyes scanning the noble creatures for illnesses, weariness or forgotten grooming. His hands a bit rough after wielding lance and sword since early childhood yet the animals didn't mind his touch. Caressing their flanks like a gentle wave does the sandy ocean floor of some tropical island.

All around, voice rose as the sun made great efforts to ascend ever so slowly towards the heavens above. Casting long shadows and bathing the world in an amber glow that lazily turned to fine topaz, the color of ripe white wine. To Asher's ear, many of the words spoken were strange. He didn't comprehend the dialects and he didn't recognize even a handful of the banners. Not even those from Sirion for whom he now rode. His will momentarily shaken but one of the horses nuzzled his hand urging him to take up the brush,  calling him back to the here and now. Horses are selfish like that.

His men, all riders from the far south sat about and ate their fill of military rations. Some sharing pieces with their steeds but enough of them didn't. Consigning the equines to forage for tufts of grass. Nearby. over a makeshift campfire, the contents of a cooking pot bubbled angrily. A testimony to the ineptitude of the cook. Both in the building of the fire and his professed skill at cooking. To an outsiders, the captain, a woman called Carlota looked to be in charge. Not only that but she, more than anyone, including Asher, most fit the bill of being the Noble Commander of this unit of Cavalry. Little mind did Asher pay, he was content to check the iron shoes of the horses and be left to tranquility for a while, before the next storm hit.