OPEN; ongoing!
WHO: argent_honor and YOUR NAME HERE
WHERE: Strollin' around. Probably relatively near the elfhaus, wherever exactly it is >> idk
WHEN: Lazing on a Thursday afternoon
WARNINGS: nada at the moment
SUMMARY: Neither snow nor ice nor sleet can keep a broody paladin from taking his brooding to the streets. Tirion's just out for a walk. Come harass him? :D
FORMAT: whatever your little hearts desire
Native Citizens tended to give Tirion a wide berth when he went out walking; it didn't bother the old paladin much. Although he liked to think himself free of the haughtiness that often came with high office, duty had brought the mantle of leadership upon him; he was accustomed to a degree of separation from those around him. Here, of course, it was different; by and large the sidelong glances he earned bore no respect, and the whispers that followed him spoke only of how outlandish the old man seemed. He could not fault them for resenting his intrusion upon their world.
Luckily, most were content to stare; likely a result of the massive sword bound to his back. As awkward as it was being so visibly armed on the streets, Tirion would not lay his blade aside. Though he believed his quarters to be as secure as it was possible to make them, in an unknown land where magic was scarce, the sword was his burden to bear; he would not endanger another life in place of his own. And, though he hated to consider the possibility of a public incident... this was far from friendly territory, and only a fool would leave himself defenseless.
WHERE: Strollin' around. Probably relatively near the elfhaus, wherever exactly it is >> idk
WHEN: Lazing on a Thursday afternoon
WARNINGS: nada at the moment
SUMMARY: Neither snow nor ice nor sleet can keep a broody paladin from taking his brooding to the streets. Tirion's just out for a walk. Come harass him? :D
FORMAT: whatever your little hearts desire
Native Citizens tended to give Tirion a wide berth when he went out walking; it didn't bother the old paladin much. Although he liked to think himself free of the haughtiness that often came with high office, duty had brought the mantle of leadership upon him; he was accustomed to a degree of separation from those around him. Here, of course, it was different; by and large the sidelong glances he earned bore no respect, and the whispers that followed him spoke only of how outlandish the old man seemed. He could not fault them for resenting his intrusion upon their world.
Luckily, most were content to stare; likely a result of the massive sword bound to his back. As awkward as it was being so visibly armed on the streets, Tirion would not lay his blade aside. Though he believed his quarters to be as secure as it was possible to make them, in an unknown land where magic was scarce, the sword was his burden to bear; he would not endanger another life in place of his own. And, though he hated to consider the possibility of a public incident... this was far from friendly territory, and only a fool would leave himself defenseless.