Post by Averil on Aug 8, 2005 18:18:28 GMT -5
OOC: Multitasking. So sue me. This takes place the day after the discussion in the Paladin chapterhouse.
To look at her, no one would ever guess that the young woman now entering the Tavern was a Paladin.
Her tangled red hair was held back by a gray strip of cloth about two inches wide that acted as a crude sort of headband. Her bangs evaded capture, as bangs do, and hung as a ragged veil over her delicate but scowling features and glaring green eyes. She wore a tight brown corset over a simple, untucked blouse of undyed linen. Her pants were simple but sturdy brown breeches, and her boots -- plain, beat-up brown leather -- were similarly practical: flat-footed, tight enough to fit without impeding her movement. At her side in a plain black sheath hung a sword with an elegantly tooled silver hilt that gleamed in contrast with the somewhat-the-worse-for-wear rest of her. Her Paladin's shield had been left hanging on her saddle, thus leaving the woman without a single mark to identify her for what she was.
Her booted feet fell heavily on the floor as the... Paladin headed over towards the bar. Her shoulders were hunched against the world, and anyone who dared to so much as look at her received a glare to cow the Devil himself. Sullenly, she slammed herself onto a stool. “Beer,” she snapped to the person behind the counter without even bothering to look at them. “Cheap and strong.”
edit: OOC: y'know, sometimes a character doesn't want to talk but the mun wants you to pester them.
To look at her, no one would ever guess that the young woman now entering the Tavern was a Paladin.
Her tangled red hair was held back by a gray strip of cloth about two inches wide that acted as a crude sort of headband. Her bangs evaded capture, as bangs do, and hung as a ragged veil over her delicate but scowling features and glaring green eyes. She wore a tight brown corset over a simple, untucked blouse of undyed linen. Her pants were simple but sturdy brown breeches, and her boots -- plain, beat-up brown leather -- were similarly practical: flat-footed, tight enough to fit without impeding her movement. At her side in a plain black sheath hung a sword with an elegantly tooled silver hilt that gleamed in contrast with the somewhat-the-worse-for-wear rest of her. Her Paladin's shield had been left hanging on her saddle, thus leaving the woman without a single mark to identify her for what she was.
Her booted feet fell heavily on the floor as the... Paladin headed over towards the bar. Her shoulders were hunched against the world, and anyone who dared to so much as look at her received a glare to cow the Devil himself. Sullenly, she slammed herself onto a stool. “Beer,” she snapped to the person behind the counter without even bothering to look at them. “Cheap and strong.”
edit: OOC: y'know, sometimes a character doesn't want to talk but the mun wants you to pester them.
