NightWreach Academy Instructor
Posts : 10 Join date : 2010-11-08 Location : Somewhere deep in hell, probably.
| Subject: Raidhaden, Tainhart Sun Nov 14, 2010 4:00 pm | |
| The Tainhart Tavern was not full of boistrous life as it often was. Instead only one man stood in the tangle of overturned chairs, dirty tables, and occasional piles of vomit, streams of blood. A few teeth were scattered across the floor at one time or another, and multiple knives were left embedded in the floors, walls, and tables. This was a dangerous place at the best of times.
Dike was a tall, handsome man. His blonde hair and blue eyes made him seem german, but his accent was faintly french. He stood six foot, three inches. A scar ran across his pale cheek. His mustache was blonde, and uneven, while stubble dotted his face. Muscle was solidly built across his body, but he was not an especially large man. A foot long dagger was kept on the outside of each of his legs, down in his boot. Identical daggers were strapped at his thighs, and a large bowie was strapped upside down behind his back. A four foot long cutlass was in his right hand. A bottle was in the other.
He sat, carefully inspecting the surrounding mess. He spat to the side, before raising the bottle to his lips and drinking carefully. He looked around again, then resigned himself to wait. To wait for as long as neccesary. | |
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