It was early morning when the villagers of Wistvale were beginning to wake up to the rising sun at a distance. Men getting dressed for work, women making breakfast for their families, and kids preparing to go to school.
The streets later began to fill with people running to their destinations when a rather large figure enters town. Unknown to everybody many kept a safe distance from him avoiding any eye contact but giving odd looks as he passed by. After entering Wistvale for a few blocks he stops.
Miroslaw rose from his slumber quite a bit after the sun rose into the sky. It was the first day he had been able to sleep in, for a great many days. He groggily slipped into his gear and let out a loud yawn before leaving his shack for a stroll around town. He did not stroll for any purpose in particular, though a glance at some of the bulletin boards was mighty overdue. Today, he would go wherever his feet led him. He was feeling oddly adventurous.
Last Edit: May 7, 2014 19:50:49 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Zarr had indeed arrived, but he is immediately confronted by a rather official looking man in armour with a purple insignia emblazoned upon it. Whilst this man was human and therefore smaller than the hulking Soren, it positioned himself perfectly in Zarr's path and held out a hand that amplified his demand.
Seeing how this man seemed like some type of officer, he stopped trying to get others attention to make sure he had arrived at the right town he had heard of back home.
Yes hi.... Has Zarr arrived to Wistvale?
His eyes still looking around at the buildings and the diversity of people walking down the streets, not really looking worried for being stopped by the officer.
Depends?... What would it depend on? I don't see how a town's name could change depending on any situation. It would remain be the same regardless of anything.
My state of purpose?... Well, Zarr does want to find a new place to call home,and well I've heard nothing but good things of this "Wistvale" town. It is booming with gold. Many job opportunities they say.
Seeing a tall figure at a distance, he begins to walk over to him ignoring the Sentinel who was not really giving him any answers.
Miroslaw was not certain why he was in the area, as he was just going with the flow. A few merchant stalls later, he found himself near the northern gate. He was met with an unusual sight. It was a Soren attempting to enter Wistvale. The Soren appeared to be having difficulty with the guards, naturally. Almost as soon as he noticed the giant, he was hailed down by him. It seemed to be an attempt to break away from the guard giving him hassle.
The way of speaking in third person, so common among Soren, brought a smile to his face. This Soren must have seized the same endeavor Miroslaw had so many years ago. The large step of leaving the only place he ever knew as home for the prospect of something better.
He called back, "Aye. This is Wistvale" as begins walking toward the Soren. He knew his pushing past the guard was liable to cause a problem, but Zarr probably didn't know that.
Last Edit: May 8, 2014 12:11:45 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
The guard was clearly not pleased with Zarr's decision to dismiss. Whilst Zar wouldn't notice, the guardsman moved his hand to his weapon, should he need it. The Sentinels of Wistvale were intolerant this day, they'd just had a prison break and were on high alert.
"SIR. We're not done here."
There was no mistaking the sternness in his voice. Miroslaw was aware enough to his surroundings to notice that two guards atop the gate's watch towers had turned their attention to Zarr and both held loaded crossbows.
Miroslaw saw this going south really quick when Zarr got the attention of two more guards. He continued to move closer, but stopped with a bit of distance still between him and the scene. He remained silent, waiting to see what the guard's problem was. For guards to be hassling a weary traveler, something must have them on edge. Perhaps it was that escaped prisoner he heard about...
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
The guards tolerance for what seemed to be an idiot giant was wearing thin. Still, the Sentinels were trained to be professionals. Uncompromising, but professionals. The guard pointed toward the gate, where a small line of people were clamored and being seen to, apparently merchants heading into town to sell their wares at what is the largest markets for many, many miles.
"You're going to have to return to the gate sir, as it's customary as you are a new arrival in town."
His hand had not moved from his weapon. Zarr was also still oblivious to just how much attention he was starting to stir, but that likely wouldn't be the case for long.
Zarr turned around to look back at the gate he had walked past and noticed the line. He began to rub his thick bearded chin.
...Customary ey?.... Weird customs you have here my good lad.... Very well, Zarr will do as says.
He begins to walk back to the gate, not worried about the guards or the scene he was causing. The alcohol would have to wait a little longer than he had wanted to.
Surely a couple of hours had passed by now and given the tense situation, Miroslaw would have to be as patient as Zarr, should he choose to wait for the stranger in town. The guards weren't about to allow them to mingle after all, as they had a job to do and Zarr's trouble making already marked him as suspicious.