Post by walkerwillis on May 16, 2017 6:40:39 GMT
As the sun sets the day after the market day, Walker cant help but thinking about the decisions that lead him to this town, what caused him to leave his comfy retirement in the kingdom of elan. After having only been in the town of Shalowfort for one day, it is easy for one to be cynical. to judge the town by the condition of the walls or the disrepair of the tavern. But there is potential. although he has seen much more been defeated by much less, the way these adventurers stood up and rose to the challenge, the way this disorganized band of adventurous stood together and fought with tactics AND followed orders when given... yes, this will do. this small outpost for only those who are not faint of heart will prove to be the kingdoms savior. They have proved this. There is much that holds them back. Small walls, poor defenses, boons to fey that they were never warned against giving... yes, there is much work that needs to be done here. But nothing that has not been accomplished before.
Walker watches the sun set in the smoke filled horizon, giving it a blood red hue. There is a great threat to this kingdom... and we will rise to the challenge.
"we are coming for you joojoo" walker whispers to himself.
Walker carfully posisions himself to jump off of the town walls without landing on one of these 'prototype' cold iron spikes that do nothing to defend against fey, since they just rift in. he knows this only because he attempted to build such defenses years before. He easily lands and walks to the tavern. the work of a sheriff never ends, especially here.
He opens the 'door', careful not to knock it from its hinges, and enters. He looks around at who is gathered.
Walker watches the sun set in the smoke filled horizon, giving it a blood red hue. There is a great threat to this kingdom... and we will rise to the challenge.
"we are coming for you joojoo" walker whispers to himself.
Walker carfully posisions himself to jump off of the town walls without landing on one of these 'prototype' cold iron spikes that do nothing to defend against fey, since they just rift in. he knows this only because he attempted to build such defenses years before. He easily lands and walks to the tavern. the work of a sheriff never ends, especially here.
He opens the 'door', careful not to knock it from its hinges, and enters. He looks around at who is gathered.