The Rookie wrote:Sylvi takes a step back, realising she was starting to step out of line. "I-I'm sorry. I just want to know what I'm getting myself into if I stay here." her ears fold back, as she looks downward towards the ground. Gripping her right arm just above the elbow.
Raimius grinds his teeth a little, and then nods. "If you want to help Rita, its a commitment, you understand? I have reason that people are out there that would like to kill her, or make use of her." He glances around, the way people do when they want to make sure that nobody is close enough to over hear them... and he freezes.
".... th' hell?"
You might have heard about people like this, rag-draped madmen that think they are prophets. This fellow is walking around on stilts, as if he does not want to get his filthy self mussy in the street. How in the name of the Gods he is doing that is a mystery, and the people on this road stop to watch him. He is old and stringy and his gray, craggy face is tinged with the strain of madness... and that weird smile isn't helping.
He leaps from the stilts and lands on the porch of that Inn. Everyone, even the Monks take a step forward, but this old weirdo takes a step towards you, as if eager to meet everyone halfway. And then he launches into his spiel;
"And they used to laugh at the Templars…
"Fire on the mountains, lightning in the air
He laughs, and his voice is more conversational and less preachy than a mad prophet is generally thought to have. His voice is pitched to carry, and the monks stop and look at each other, unsure of what to do,
I have been smelling smoke a lot recently. ...lightning at night and fear for breakfast. People are worried about Fire.
Nobody feels safe anymore. Fires burst out on dry hillsides, raging out of control, while drunken witches dance in the rancid smoke and wandering animals gnaw at each other. Foreigners are everywhere, carrying assassin’s blades and bags of flints. There are rumors about murder and treachery and people walking around with no pulse. Crime is rampant and even children are losing their will to live.
Even Raimius takes a step back, this is even darker than he generally cares for.
The storms seem to come from nowhere and the fires can only be put out by the sky’s sudden collapse, between clouds of smoke and clouds of rain whole families plunged into darkness with no warning at all. People who used to be in charge walk around wall-eyed, with their hair standing straight up on end, and babbling about their hearts humming like Bee hives and trying to leap out of their bodies.
Haven't you noticed what I am talking about?"
Alone among them, Sylvi might see something familiar about this guy. Was it
him you caught a glimpse of that night? Tall and rag-wrapped are the only similarities, but how many men like that can be out and about?
It is at this point where I really, REALLY wish someone would join in. I think we have proven that we have content to add every day and its a worthwhile story line. So, how about it?