cuz though the truth may vary...

[healplz]

Date & Time: Forward dated to the 15th, evening
Location: Koltira's lake
Characters: Koltira & Ashraf
Summary: so a priest and a zombie start drinking together...
Warnings: PROBABLY NOT

[ Ashraf warps himself to the lake within five minutes of ending the call with Koltira, a bottle of scotch in one hand and two glasses in the other. He doesn't intend to drink very much, but... enough to relax. It's been a trying week and a half— nearly two weeks, really.

Just thinking of it makes him sigh. He starts toward the skeleton of the half-constructed cabin at the side of the lake, glancing around for Koltira. For once, he's moving at normal speeds, without his almost constant spell of agility. ]

Comments

[deadelfwalking]

[not kill. maybe incapacitate.]

So, this Prontera--you consider that to be your home? Speak to it, then.

[healplz]

[ Well he's well on his way to incapacitated. Koltira, are you ready to lug an unconscious priest around. BUT FOR NOW he sets the bottle down, the better to gesture as he speaks. ]

Prontera is— truly beautiful. It is the largest city of Rune-Midgard, with buildings taller than anywhere else. The streets are wide as houses, and fifteen merchants might easily set their shops shoulder to shoulder across each one. And do, sometimes! And above it all the Prontera Castle guards the north gate, with King Tristan and his guard within.

[ He realizes he'd been tracing a map against one of the beams, and stops, a little embarrassed. Oops, maybe he misses it a little. ]