[OPEN] My apologies dear, for all my mistakes.
Who: ariseandresound and YOU!
Where: Blessenwood
When: Right now.
Why: Luke just got here; he's hungry, he's tired, and he needs a helluva lot of answers.
Status: [open]
Format: If you prefer brackets, I'll switch over.
Affection: N/A
It turned out the path through the woods wasn't nearly as long as Luke had feared. In fact, his walk had been rather brief. Luke counted this a blessing as he strolled through the streets of Blessenwood, taking in the sights. There wasn't much to take in, really - the town wasn't any bigger than Engeve, and no one seemed to be paying him much attention as he wandered further in.
Finally his empty stomach and sore feet won out and he stopped the nearest person and asked for directions. He wasn't too happy with what he heard. The man practically shooed him away, saying that Luke should take his worries up with Ad Libitum.
"Uh. What's 'Ad Libitum'?" Luke inquired.
"The off-worlders' guild. You're obviously not from around here. The guild members can help you," was the reply he received.
"Well, yeah, okay. Could you at least tell me where I am?" Luke couldn't quite keep the whining note out of his voice.
"Blessenwood."
"Blessenwood?! Where's that?"
The old man had already turned away and begun wheeling his cart of fertilizer away, "Here, on the Eastern continent of Atlas. Good day, sir."
"Hey wait, I'm not done!" Luke made an effort to catch up with him, but after another combined protest from his aching muscles, Luke stopped and found an unoccupied bench to plop himself down onto. "Oh man... I don't get this."
Where: Blessenwood
When: Right now.
Why: Luke just got here; he's hungry, he's tired, and he needs a helluva lot of answers.
Status: [open]
Format: If you prefer brackets, I'll switch over.
Affection: N/A
It turned out the path through the woods wasn't nearly as long as Luke had feared. In fact, his walk had been rather brief. Luke counted this a blessing as he strolled through the streets of Blessenwood, taking in the sights. There wasn't much to take in, really - the town wasn't any bigger than Engeve, and no one seemed to be paying him much attention as he wandered further in.
Finally his empty stomach and sore feet won out and he stopped the nearest person and asked for directions. He wasn't too happy with what he heard. The man practically shooed him away, saying that Luke should take his worries up with Ad Libitum.
"Uh. What's 'Ad Libitum'?" Luke inquired.
"The off-worlders' guild. You're obviously not from around here. The guild members can help you," was the reply he received.
"Well, yeah, okay. Could you at least tell me where I am?" Luke couldn't quite keep the whining note out of his voice.
"Blessenwood."
"Blessenwood?! Where's that?"
The old man had already turned away and begun wheeling his cart of fertilizer away, "Here, on the Eastern continent of Atlas. Good day, sir."
"Hey wait, I'm not done!" Luke made an effort to catch up with him, but after another combined protest from his aching muscles, Luke stopped and found an unoccupied bench to plop himself down onto. "Oh man... I don't get this."