Post by karrl on May 8, 2011 9:14:01 GMT -5
A hooded figure appeared at the entrance of town, this figure was took one look at the town, well, the bit of it he saw from his vantage point and sighed. He knew he really did not want to be here, he wanted to be home with his clan. Even though he wished not to be there he still had to, because his mother said this was the nearest town to the place they had been camped, Redcliff being slightly further. So he spent the day and a half travelling to get to here. So there he was, a lonely elf standing in a village of Shems. He really did not want to be there.
Adjusting his ash bow on his back he walked onward and into the village of Lothering. At a glance most people would not think him to be an elf, mainly because he had his features hidden between the hood and bandana. Even though his clothing would be make him look like a traveller, which he was, but they would not make look like an elf. Hell, even if he removed the hood the only thing that would make him look elven were the Dalish tattoos on his face, because he ears were small enough to pretty much hide in his hair. It was a curse in his opinion, amongst the elven children they use to make fun of him because of his small ears, and among the humans they would be rude to him because he was an elf.
He sighed and stopped as he reached another vantage point giving him a good view of everything leading up to the Chantry. He looked over his shoulder as he heard footsteps; it was nothing but a family passing him. His ice blue eyes taking them in, his glance making the family nervous as they hurried past him. Once they had gone he looked back towards the Chantry and sighed once more, “So, I’m going to be among these Shemlens, if it means I complete what I set out to do, then so be it.” With that he adjusted his bow once more and made his way into town. He had to wonder, who he would encounter in his journeys. He was interested in meet a Grey Warden, because they held respect in his clan, even the human ones.
Adjusting his ash bow on his back he walked onward and into the village of Lothering. At a glance most people would not think him to be an elf, mainly because he had his features hidden between the hood and bandana. Even though his clothing would be make him look like a traveller, which he was, but they would not make look like an elf. Hell, even if he removed the hood the only thing that would make him look elven were the Dalish tattoos on his face, because he ears were small enough to pretty much hide in his hair. It was a curse in his opinion, amongst the elven children they use to make fun of him because of his small ears, and among the humans they would be rude to him because he was an elf.
He sighed and stopped as he reached another vantage point giving him a good view of everything leading up to the Chantry. He looked over his shoulder as he heard footsteps; it was nothing but a family passing him. His ice blue eyes taking them in, his glance making the family nervous as they hurried past him. Once they had gone he looked back towards the Chantry and sighed once more, “So, I’m going to be among these Shemlens, if it means I complete what I set out to do, then so be it.” With that he adjusted his bow once more and made his way into town. He had to wonder, who he would encounter in his journeys. He was interested in meet a Grey Warden, because they held respect in his clan, even the human ones.