Post by Stoic Soul on Dec 22, 2003 7:51:12 GMT -5
(here I go, let me know how I do)
A pale figure watches the commotion from atop a hill. The figure's armor can be seen as his blue cape flows behind him the wind making it seem like a flag. He watches the lanternless vessel approach the shore before seeing two figures running toward the docks. He senses the urgency of the situation and runs down the hill, unsheathing his sword as he does so,making his way to the docks as he cuts across the grassy plains just below the hill. Making it to the docks, he would look out to the ship and watch for signs of life as the vessel approached, his hell-red eyes cutting through the fog and the darkness of night.
A pale figure watches the commotion from atop a hill. The figure's armor can be seen as his blue cape flows behind him the wind making it seem like a flag. He watches the lanternless vessel approach the shore before seeing two figures running toward the docks. He senses the urgency of the situation and runs down the hill, unsheathing his sword as he does so,making his way to the docks as he cuts across the grassy plains just below the hill. Making it to the docks, he would look out to the ship and watch for signs of life as the vessel approached, his hell-red eyes cutting through the fog and the darkness of night.