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linacina1 · July 17th, 2021, 08:25 PM

.The Night Before

Killian had spent days making the trek from Lyses-Tel and for all the legs of this journey, this walk had been the most boring and cold of them all. The Lijang swamp were horrid but at least they had the ability to be interesting to walk through, afores the rather pesky harpies and the lack of actual game meat for food to hunt.

Having found this inn, Killian went against a bit of his better judgement and made the choice to sleep inside. Despite being half-elf, Killian had very little interaction with human society as Lyses-Tel was pretty strict on its views towards other races. This whole journey had been a bit of a culture shock but Posterium would be worth it all in the end.

Killian had almost settled off to sleep when he heard a rustling through his pack that he stored at the edge of his bed. He caught sight of the tavern owner's son starting to peer through his items and those slippery fingers etching towards his bow. The Half-Elf's senses had been finely tuned through years in nature, thus he was on the son in a matter of moments.

"Looking for something? I think I've got exactly what a brat with sticky fingers like you needs."

"Wait...Wait...No please! I'll leave and not bug you...OWWW!"

Killian had taken the brat over his knee and tanned his hide bright red with his bare-handed. His hands had grown rough and rugged over years of climbing trees, rigging traps, and all other sorts of work associated with training as a Ranger. The freckled brat had squealed plenty at that and got even redder when he was dragged in front of his father and made to confess what he'd done. Killian had nearly spanked the father too but simply spent the night and left the next morning.

Next Day

Killian didn't mind the rain truthfully, it was something he'd dealt with enough that the gentle patter of the water across his firm shoulders and the trickling of it down his dark brown hair made it almost a comforting presence. All the same rain was a nightmare to navigate through and any landmarks he could rely upon his map were obscured by the water as well.

Killian's trained green eyes and sharp nose has surveyed the surrounding area, keeping his head tucked beneath his hood and the rest of his body covered beneath the light armor he wore for basic protection. Lean but muscular in all the right ways and looking about twenty years of age.

Soaked and drained from another day's hike, Killian found his cover in the shrine that had appeared, cautiously making his way inside. He tips his head towards the red-haired male and made his way into a quiet spot in the shrine, acknowledge the other presence but remaining silent for the moment.

July 17th, 2021, 08:25 PM	#3
linacina1 Probationary User linacina1 is offline Join Date: Jul 2021 Posts: 7	.The Night Before Killian had spent days making the trek from Lyses-Tel and for all the legs of this journey, this walk had been the most boring and cold of them all. The Lijang swamp were horrid but at least they had the ability to be interesting to walk through, afores the rather pesky harpies and the lack of actual game meat for food to hunt. Having found this inn, Killian went against a bit of his better judgement and made the choice to sleep inside. Despite being half-elf, Killian had very little interaction with human society as Lyses-Tel was pretty strict on its views towards other races. This whole journey had been a bit of a culture shock but Posterium would be worth it all in the end. Killian had almost settled off to sleep when he heard a rustling through his pack that he stored at the edge of his bed. He caught sight of the tavern owner's son starting to peer through his items and those slippery fingers etching towards his bow. The Half-Elf's senses had been finely tuned through years in nature, thus he was on the son in a matter of moments. "Looking for something? I think I've got exactly what a brat with sticky fingers like you needs." "Wait...Wait...No please! I'll leave and not bug you...OWWW!" Killian had taken the brat over his knee and tanned his hide bright red with his bare-handed. His hands had grown rough and rugged over years of climbing trees, rigging traps, and all other sorts of work associated with training as a Ranger. The freckled brat had squealed plenty at that and got even redder when he was dragged in front of his father and made to confess what he'd done. Killian had nearly spanked the father too but simply spent the night and left the next morning. Next Day Killian didn't mind the rain truthfully, it was something he'd dealt with enough that the gentle patter of the water across his firm shoulders and the trickling of it down his dark brown hair made it almost a comforting presence. All the same rain was a nightmare to navigate through and any landmarks he could rely upon his map were obscured by the water as well. Killian's trained green eyes and sharp nose has surveyed the surrounding area, keeping his head tucked beneath his hood and the rest of his body covered beneath the light armor he wore for basic protection. Lean but muscular in all the right ways and looking about twenty years of age. Soaked and drained from another day's hike, Killian found his cover in the shrine that had appeared, cautiously making his way inside. He tips his head towards the red-haired male and made his way into a quiet spot in the shrine, acknowledge the other presence but remaining silent for the moment.