Post by onipantz on Jul 8, 2014 10:33:15 GMT -6
"Any letters today, Ingman?"
A heavy, gloved hand shuffled through the leather bag at the messenger's side. After a short time of searching, he came up empty handed. "Sorry my boy! No letters for you today!" Said Ingman, the messenger for the royal encampment. Alistair accepted this with a disappointed expression and a nod . "I thank you, though!". He was waiting on a letter of reply from a friend and had been bugging the poor man each day he returned. "I do have a letter for King Cailan! Do you know where he is at the moment, Warden?" Such was not news around here at Ostagar. Alistair nodded and pointed towards the Tower of Ishal, sending him off with a warm pat on the shoulder.
Since he wasn't going to get any letters of reply today , he may as well tend to his grey Warden business. When he first came to the ruins of Ostagar, walking that bridge in his heavy, warden armor was so utterly unnerving that he used to just sprint across. But having rested here with the campaign for a month, this place was practically home. He stopped along the side wall where some of the stone railing still set, and looked out at the forest.
"This place is still standing after all this time...must be made by dwarves.."
He mumbled, tossing a pebble over the side. It fell down, smacking a man patrolling with his mabari right on the helmet. "Oh! Bullocks..!" He hissed, slapping a hand over his mouth as he moved backwards, stifling his laughter.
"Up to no good again, Alistair?"
Alistair perked right up, knowing that voice on instinct. Duncan, tall and regal in his Warden Commander's regalia. He returned Alistair's grin with a half amused scrunch of his nose. Scolding the lad would have to wait, as he had business to see to. Behind him, a man with the seal of Redcliffe was waiting behind him. A new recruit, if Alistair had to guess.
"Alistair, this is Ser Jory. A knight of Redcliffe" The man bowed, his expression calm like that of a trained warrior. Alistair regarded him with a well natured handshake. "I welcome you personally to Ostagar! Not a shabby place if I do say so myself.". A few more words were exchanged before Duncan had to bring the man to the encampment.
"Oh. Alistair, one of the guards informed me that there is someone being escorted from the Circle of Magi today. I want you to greet them and ensure they are brought to the Enchanter. I have business with Loghain and King Cailan. You can do so, of course?". Warmth swarmed to his face, the possibilities making his imagination go wild.
"Ser! Yes, Ser! I'll be on it immediately!"
With a spring in his step, he ran clinking and clanking the whole way to the gates.
A heavy, gloved hand shuffled through the leather bag at the messenger's side. After a short time of searching, he came up empty handed. "Sorry my boy! No letters for you today!" Said Ingman, the messenger for the royal encampment. Alistair accepted this with a disappointed expression and a nod . "I thank you, though!". He was waiting on a letter of reply from a friend and had been bugging the poor man each day he returned. "I do have a letter for King Cailan! Do you know where he is at the moment, Warden?" Such was not news around here at Ostagar. Alistair nodded and pointed towards the Tower of Ishal, sending him off with a warm pat on the shoulder.
Since he wasn't going to get any letters of reply today , he may as well tend to his grey Warden business. When he first came to the ruins of Ostagar, walking that bridge in his heavy, warden armor was so utterly unnerving that he used to just sprint across. But having rested here with the campaign for a month, this place was practically home. He stopped along the side wall where some of the stone railing still set, and looked out at the forest.
"This place is still standing after all this time...must be made by dwarves.."
He mumbled, tossing a pebble over the side. It fell down, smacking a man patrolling with his mabari right on the helmet. "Oh! Bullocks..!" He hissed, slapping a hand over his mouth as he moved backwards, stifling his laughter.
"Up to no good again, Alistair?"
Alistair perked right up, knowing that voice on instinct. Duncan, tall and regal in his Warden Commander's regalia. He returned Alistair's grin with a half amused scrunch of his nose. Scolding the lad would have to wait, as he had business to see to. Behind him, a man with the seal of Redcliffe was waiting behind him. A new recruit, if Alistair had to guess.
"Alistair, this is Ser Jory. A knight of Redcliffe" The man bowed, his expression calm like that of a trained warrior. Alistair regarded him with a well natured handshake. "I welcome you personally to Ostagar! Not a shabby place if I do say so myself.". A few more words were exchanged before Duncan had to bring the man to the encampment.
"Oh. Alistair, one of the guards informed me that there is someone being escorted from the Circle of Magi today. I want you to greet them and ensure they are brought to the Enchanter. I have business with Loghain and King Cailan. You can do so, of course?". Warmth swarmed to his face, the possibilities making his imagination go wild.
"Ser! Yes, Ser! I'll be on it immediately!"
With a spring in his step, he ran clinking and clanking the whole way to the gates.
yaaaaay Clint bears <3