Post by WJChesek ((Evern)) on Jun 15, 2009 18:05:58 GMT -5
The winds blew across the desert below, picking up all the little bits of sand and throwing them around in a storm. Two figures stood on the edge of the cliffs, looking out over the desert. One was rather short in comparison, this one was covered in strong leather from his neck to the toes on his feet. His companion was taller, with horns coming off the forehead of his long muzzle, and a goatee sticking out from under his chin which was itself farther away from his neck than any human. Indeed, the tail, hooves, and horns ought to have given away his species.
In truth, the man next to the goat-like one had no idea what his friend called himself, or others of his kind. He did know the name, Eldrid, and that he was one hell of a man with a hammer. Though they didn’t share the same sense of humor, sadly.
Eldrid snorted, a short bleating sound escaping his throat, “They’re late, Evern.”
Evern rolled his grey eyes in return, adjusting his sword and shield on his back, “So? Don’t you trust Jhaan?” The taller one shook his head, and continued standing watch, “Whatever, Eld, have fun watching for them, I’m gonna go inside, have a nice mug with the others.” And without waiting for an answer, he smiled and left, waving behind him. What lay in the foothills of the mountains was a sprawling forest of tents, a veritable army of people from almost every nation, race, or culture, all managed to mingle with a common love of money, or what was right. To their north, Eldrid’s home, to their south, Jhaan’s. Each was peopled with their respective peoples…
Actually, it was a miracle that they had even gotten this deep into the desert. Jhaan’s people rarely met outsiders, and that was more due to the desert’s particularly unforgiving nature.
In truth, the man next to the goat-like one had no idea what his friend called himself, or others of his kind. He did know the name, Eldrid, and that he was one hell of a man with a hammer. Though they didn’t share the same sense of humor, sadly.
Eldrid snorted, a short bleating sound escaping his throat, “They’re late, Evern.”
Evern rolled his grey eyes in return, adjusting his sword and shield on his back, “So? Don’t you trust Jhaan?” The taller one shook his head, and continued standing watch, “Whatever, Eld, have fun watching for them, I’m gonna go inside, have a nice mug with the others.” And without waiting for an answer, he smiled and left, waving behind him. What lay in the foothills of the mountains was a sprawling forest of tents, a veritable army of people from almost every nation, race, or culture, all managed to mingle with a common love of money, or what was right. To their north, Eldrid’s home, to their south, Jhaan’s. Each was peopled with their respective peoples…
Actually, it was a miracle that they had even gotten this deep into the desert. Jhaan’s people rarely met outsiders, and that was more due to the desert’s particularly unforgiving nature.
