Winter's Frost (open rp)

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Gregory Hardcast
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Winter's Frost (open rp)

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The cold wind cut through his dark ringmail and boiled leathers underneath like a knife, while gloved fingers numbly buried themselves into the mane of his horse, his tired body slumped forwards. The horseman had obviously ridden for some time, forcing himself through the harsh winter snows without rest, knowing that to stop in such weather was death. His horse fared worse than he, loose flaps of skin hanging limply from its bony frame, its entire body appearing to sag. Yet it kept going, somehow.

The rider slowly opened an eye, blinking blearily out at the sight of the port-town. It was time to go back.

He looked older than he had the last time he'd been there, on that isle. His face was now lined, his deep blue eyes more ringed than before. His long golden hair was even speckled with a few greys. A faint scar was barely visible on his left cheek, mostly due to a weeks worth of brown stubble. His clothes gave him the appearance of a common sellsword, all used and practical in appearance. He forced himself to stroke the muzzle of his horse with a leather-bound finger, smiling sadly down at the beast.

"This is where we say goodbye faithful friend. You cant cross an ocean."

With what seemed a great effort, the rider pulled himself more upright, testing the tortured muscles in his back to the limit. Wincing, he directed them both towards the port town up ahead. Snowflakes sprinkled themselves over him, then melted, then froze, like a cape of icy-cold. By the Gods, but he could do with a drink.


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Pulling her cloak tighter. shivering as she turns her hazel eyes up to the falling snow Achae finally arrives at the harbor. She leaves a trail of melting snow that tracks toward the depot as she carefully places the last of the apples harvested before they freeze. Reaching a gloved hand down she carefully counts the apples in each crate nodding mumbing "that should help those in need this winter". Rubbing her hands together as if still cold through the gloves, Achae prepares for the long trip back toward Trolls Bane only partially glancing at the harbor before turning down the road then stops and stares placing one hand over her eyes to see the ship arriving more clearly. Curiosity finally overcomes her original indecision as she takes one last glance almost wistfully toward the road before turning toward the ship.
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'Have a safe journey.'

The words were cold and hollow. The ships captain had paid little attention to the beaten down passenger who had crossed the ocean with him. That same passenger found it hard to believe such words were heartfelt now. He returned the man a nod, slung his travel-sack over his left shoulder, raising the hood of his cloak against the bitter winter wind, and stepped onto the walkway connected to the harbour.

It had been a century (or at least it felt that way), since he'd been here last. Cold blue eyes surveyed the snowy landscape, his pace slow and steady as he made his way through the strangely deserted harbour. Things felt different. He couldnt put his finger on it. It felt stale. He breathed in the frosty air, and brushed of the dust which he had collected along the journey. As snowflakes floated down from above, a thought filtered through his mind. Had he made a mistake coming back? Pushing it aside, he gave himself a small shake and continued on his way, his breath creating small clouds of steam as he struggled with his heavy bag and armour beneath his cloak.
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Each step along the street, leading from Briar to Bane, causes the snow under the tender figure's boots to creak faintly as she slowly drew her steps closer toward the harbour which slowly began to arise as a small shadow in the far distance. Two hands swiftly pulled the collar of the robe up as the freezing cold wind from the ocean blew violently against the side of her face, making the deep black hair to ruffle and strands to whip across her face. Warm fog floating out of her mouth with each soft curse, mingling with her breath as she realized that it would have been better to wait for the snow to settle before she made her way to the merchant by the harbour who's selling the different gem-powder she desired to get on this day.

Sleepy, dark-lined eyes with its pale-blue pupils began to settle on the huge mast of the ship, resting in the docks of the harbour and she couldn't help but to feel a pity for whoever decided to place a foot on the isle in such a bitter time.
Ashayen slid her cold fingers into the pockets of her robe, twiddling with the coins inside as she held a constant gaze toward the harbour-houses which drew closer and closer but then she came to an abrupt halt when noticing the activity on the street around them.
Only a shadow of a figure, too far away to identify but still.. there was something which caught her full attention and made her feel uneasy, cautious and curious at the same time.
There was a certain aura coming from the person, whoever it was, which she had felt once long time ago, yet the pieces of pictures in her memory couldn't be rebuilt in that moment. Spending the last months in almost bitter isolation made her feel even more uneasy if she'd run now into someone she'd know and so she decided to wait in the far distance, observing the person to leave with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, a cautious gaze staring ahead whilst the hard ocean-wind continued to brush and pull on her robe.
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