[ Open // Daybreak's Bell ]
Method: Action/Prose
Who: Signius Dremire / Damaris Vordane [and onlookers! Come watch!]
Where: Sleipnir's deck
When: Feb. 15th, pre-dawn going into dawn!
What: It's time to put up or shut up. It's onnnn. Oh, and have some soundtrack.
Signius Dremire had not slept. No, he had spent the night practically brooding, thinking over his options as to how to proceed. He'd pushed away pretty much everyone that had come to comfort him and locked himself away to his bunk on the lowest deck, sitting in thought in the dark. Khepri had given him a new pair of clothes -- still dark black, mind you -- but his armor needed to be repaired when they reached Izlude and he didn't need to lug it around when they were on the ship.
He had made his way to the deck just as the sky was starting to transition from the deep blacks of night to the early navies of morning, and then he made up his mind. With the deck seemingly empty and him without armor, he had decided that he couldn't wait any longer. Checking the leather that held his sword to his back (and his dagger to his hip) to make sure it was secure, he squared his shoulders and took a breath.
His voice cracked the silence in the pre-dawn hours of the Sleipnir's nightly voyage towards Izlude.
"Damaris Vordane! You and I have unfinished business!" His voice was clear, his resolve absolute. "Six years in the making you and I have had this coming, and now I call you out! Here and now, bring your sword!"
He crossed his arms and waited, standing in the dead center of the deck. There was a good chance he had awoken others with his taunt, though they could file their grievances with him later. If he didn't do this now... he may never do it at all.
Who: Signius Dremire / Damaris Vordane [and onlookers! Come watch!]
Where: Sleipnir's deck
When: Feb. 15th, pre-dawn going into dawn!
What: It's time to put up or shut up. It's onnnn. Oh, and have some soundtrack.
Signius Dremire had not slept. No, he had spent the night practically brooding, thinking over his options as to how to proceed. He'd pushed away pretty much everyone that had come to comfort him and locked himself away to his bunk on the lowest deck, sitting in thought in the dark. Khepri had given him a new pair of clothes -- still dark black, mind you -- but his armor needed to be repaired when they reached Izlude and he didn't need to lug it around when they were on the ship.
He had made his way to the deck just as the sky was starting to transition from the deep blacks of night to the early navies of morning, and then he made up his mind. With the deck seemingly empty and him without armor, he had decided that he couldn't wait any longer. Checking the leather that held his sword to his back (and his dagger to his hip) to make sure it was secure, he squared his shoulders and took a breath.
His voice cracked the silence in the pre-dawn hours of the Sleipnir's nightly voyage towards Izlude.
"Damaris Vordane! You and I have unfinished business!" His voice was clear, his resolve absolute. "Six years in the making you and I have had this coming, and now I call you out! Here and now, bring your sword!"
He crossed his arms and waited, standing in the dead center of the deck. There was a good chance he had awoken others with his taunt, though they could file their grievances with him later. If he didn't do this now... he may never do it at all.