Drizzt's story || 001
Characters: hunterinside && vatheon
Location: In a park and/or hiding behind some trees.
Time: Mid afternoon?
Style: Whatever.
Status: Very Open. Come play with the Drow.
It was cold when Drizzt had fallen asleep, so very very cold, even with the fire burning only feet in front of him. The winters were harsh in the mountains, but thanks to the monks that allowed him to travel with them, they were not so lonely. He remembered the large panther cuddling up to his side as he finally allowed sleep to overtake him.
That is not where he awoke though. Instead he found himself on a bench in the middle of a group of trees. and it was hot ,very hot, hotter than it should have ever been in the mountains. No, this was not his 'home', not that one could call it that, but how did he get here? Had someone moved him in his sleep? And why was he...wet? He sat up quickly on the bench, realizing he was soaking wet. This, on top of being ridiculously hot, was not boding well for the Drow. He couldn't really worry about that now though. He double checked that his weaponry and armor were still intact. Whoever or whatever had managed to move him certainly didn't steal anything. Odd.
After checking and rechecking himself for injuries and lost items, he came to the realization that he was nowhere near the mountains. In fact, this was definitely water surrounding the odd, unfamiliar city. he had stepped from the bench, staring up at the sky--er, whatever, in awe. At least it wasn't as ridiculously bright here. In fact he may have found it impressive if he wasn't scared out of his mind.
"Guenhwyvar--" he pulled the panther's statuette from his belt, but found that she would not come to him when called. What? "Guenhwyvar? What is this?" It was like he was just holding a rock, and nothing more. He couldn't summon Guenhwyvar here? His only companion and he had lost her again, more or less. He clutched the figure in his hand, tensing before he placed it back on his belt. "I'm sorry, old friend. It seems you cannot join me in this strange place." and how he would miss her company. Maybe it was for the better.
Speaking of company, he hadn't really seen anyone yet, but those pointed ears picked up quite a bit of life in this strange city. He couldn't risk being seen, not when he was soaked and damn those clothes were heavy right now. They would weigh him down significantly if he had to fight. He quickly hurried behind one of the nearby trees, peeking out at whomever came by. ( which could totally be YOU :D ) Dare he ask where he is? or why his clothes are soaked? Hesitant Drow is extremely hesitant.
Location: In a park and/or hiding behind some trees.
Time: Mid afternoon?
Style: Whatever.
Status: Very Open. Come play with the Drow.
It was cold when Drizzt had fallen asleep, so very very cold, even with the fire burning only feet in front of him. The winters were harsh in the mountains, but thanks to the monks that allowed him to travel with them, they were not so lonely. He remembered the large panther cuddling up to his side as he finally allowed sleep to overtake him.
That is not where he awoke though. Instead he found himself on a bench in the middle of a group of trees. and it was hot ,very hot, hotter than it should have ever been in the mountains. No, this was not his 'home', not that one could call it that, but how did he get here? Had someone moved him in his sleep? And why was he...wet? He sat up quickly on the bench, realizing he was soaking wet. This, on top of being ridiculously hot, was not boding well for the Drow. He couldn't really worry about that now though. He double checked that his weaponry and armor were still intact. Whoever or whatever had managed to move him certainly didn't steal anything. Odd.
After checking and rechecking himself for injuries and lost items, he came to the realization that he was nowhere near the mountains. In fact, this was definitely water surrounding the odd, unfamiliar city. he had stepped from the bench, staring up at the sky--er, whatever, in awe. At least it wasn't as ridiculously bright here. In fact he may have found it impressive if he wasn't scared out of his mind.
"Guenhwyvar--" he pulled the panther's statuette from his belt, but found that she would not come to him when called. What? "Guenhwyvar? What is this?" It was like he was just holding a rock, and nothing more. He couldn't summon Guenhwyvar here? His only companion and he had lost her again, more or less. He clutched the figure in his hand, tensing before he placed it back on his belt. "I'm sorry, old friend. It seems you cannot join me in this strange place." and how he would miss her company. Maybe it was for the better.
Speaking of company, he hadn't really seen anyone yet, but those pointed ears picked up quite a bit of life in this strange city. He couldn't risk being seen, not when he was soaked and damn those clothes were heavy right now. They would weigh him down significantly if he had to fight. He quickly hurried behind one of the nearby trees, peeking out at whomever came by. ( which could totally be YOU :D ) Dare he ask where he is? or why his clothes are soaked? Hesitant Drow is extremely hesitant.