[ he has a suspicion this will go little better than previous efforts despite his diligence, whether because of location or his lack of ... connection, so to speak, to their surroundings.
(wrong building, not a castle, not open fields and encampments under starry skies, wrong world, wrong time,
wrong him. this place is neither the sacred underground halls of the dragon's table, nor a messy strategy tent strewn haphazardly with maps and troop marching orders, nor the stonework of a foreign castle. it means nothing to him, either the man he was or the man he is now.)
anyway me waxing poetic in the meta aside, he's hanging out by North tower in the dead of night, probably on the roof or something, and rolled a 9. lmao.
(perhaps next time he'll properly pay a visit to the city that delegate came from, just to see for himself.)
(so on that note, given that the north is asking for help, he'll try again in a quiet moment between monster attacks. this is more familiar, the thrill of a fight in the middle of nowhere, almost nostalgically playing shepherd for a flock of humans rather than sheep.
except it's godsdamned cold up here even with magical protection for a creature of the desert capable of flight, and it's distracting. ugh. he'd never liked regna ferox either. anyway that's a 11 on the reroll.) ]
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(wrong building, not a castle, not open fields and encampments under starry skies, wrong world, wrong time,
wrong him. this place is neither the sacred underground halls of the dragon's table, nor a messy strategy tent strewn haphazardly with maps and troop marching orders, nor the stonework of a foreign castle. it means nothing to him, either the man he was or the man he is now.)
anyway me waxing poetic in the meta aside, he's hanging out by North tower in the dead of night, probably on the roof or something, and rolled a 9. lmao.
(perhaps next time he'll properly pay a visit to the city that delegate came from, just to see for himself.)
(so on that note, given that the north is asking for help, he'll try again in a quiet moment between monster attacks. this is more familiar, the thrill of a fight in the middle of nowhere, almost nostalgically playing shepherd for a flock of humans rather than sheep.
except it's godsdamned cold up here even with magical protection for a creature of the desert capable of flight, and it's distracting. ugh. he'd never liked regna ferox either. anyway that's a 11 on the reroll.) ]