A young human man, about 30 or so, departs from a ship with the name "Snowbringer" painted on the side. He has long, pure white hair that fall around his shoulder like a cape almost. He wears thick blue and black plate armor that fits him snugly, on his side is a crystal blade with a hilt of blue wood in a sheath made from dark black leather. His cape is made from jet black fabric that is trimmed with snowy owlbear fur.
He looks around, his silver eyes taking in everything he see's. He starts forward, past the people on the docks.
Crest looks at him confused for a minute, just watching as he walks off. He then takes after the man. Upon coming up next to him he says, "I'm sorry, is there something I said?"
Crest looks at him confused for a minute, just watching as he walks off. He then takes after the man. Upon coming up next to him he says, I'm sorry, is there something I said?"
"Hm?" He looks at him in a tired-confused manner "No, I just have somewhere i have to be." He says.
*I am risen. I have also been working on how each sin affects the monsters that they create, and what types of hunters, called Moondowners, face them.*
Crest is lost in the alleys, hoping he doesn't get mugged
*What a Scrumptious Tavern.*
A young human man, about 30 or so, departs from a ship with the name "Snowbringer" painted on the side. He has long, pure white hair that fall around his shoulder like a cape almost. He wears thick blue and black plate armor that fits him snugly, on his side is a crystal blade with a hilt of blue wood in a sheath made from dark black leather. His cape is made from jet black fabric that is trimmed with snowy owlbear fur.
He looks around, his silver eyes taking in everything he see's. He starts forward, past the people on the docks.
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Crest walks up and greets him. "Welcome to the city!"
The man looks over, he appears to have bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. He nods at them "Good day to you."
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"You look quite tired sir, would you like some help with any luggage you might have? I could get you a room at the inn"
"i am fine, thank you for the offer however." he says and folds his arms under his cloak.
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"Well, if you would like to at least know where it is, take a left two blocks down and it's on your right."
The man bows "Thank you." before promptly turning and n o t heading that way.
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Crest looks at him confused for a minute, just watching as he walks off. He then takes after the man. Upon coming up next to him he says, "I'm sorry, is there something I said?"
"Hm?" He looks at him in a tired-confused manner "No, I just have somewhere i have to be." He says.
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"well, id like to inform you that you're heading towards the slums, not much good going on down there."
*I am risen. I have also been working on how each sin affects the monsters that they create, and what types of hunters, called Moondowners, face them.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Crest departs from the man and begins wandering blindly through the city
"Exactly" he says and nods
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Crest has noticed the crowd getting a bit thicker, some people giving him strange looks due to his one-of-a-kind appearance.
Someone throws a rock at him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It clunks him on the back of the head, causing him to fall to the ground. He can barely keep from getting trampled
Crest sees this and shrieks in fear, thinking that axe is intended for him