“So much for some private time,” Kain grumbles when they’re told about the living arrangements. But even so, it seems it should turn out very well overall, as they can still easily arrange themselves so that he needn’t be separated from Inessa and Garahel.
He heads in to the room, to claim a bed and set down his pack, for the time being. He starts going through his bag then, to assess his supplies and ensure he doesn’t have to restock anything. “I still prefer to camp, but… I suppose we won’t be regretting this if it starts to rain or anything like that.”
After all, there’s nothing worse than a soaking, sodden campground, or below freezing weather, as can also happen this time of year.
Nevarra City
Kain takes in the sights of the city curiously, staring up at the statues that he passes, particularly fascinated by their grandeur. He tries not to look too obviously like a tourist, though, and also is making sure to avoid having to talk to random strangers. To all appearances, he’s just another Grey Warden, but the moment he opens his mouth, his Orlesian accent will be all too evident. He knows better than to provoke anyone unintentionally.
He pauses in front of an area where one of the plays is ongoing, depicting one of the ancient dragon hunts, a tale which Kain realizes he’s heard before, given the names of the hunters. The brave heroic hunters move around the stage, seeking their prey. As the play unfolds, they run into plenty of monsters along their way, and some dragon cultists, who are all too easily defeated. Soon, they’re moving on into the dragon’s lair, and the villainous dragon rises above them. It’s an impressive costume, Kain can admit that much. But the plot is severely lacking in his opinion.
“I heard a different account of this story…” he mutters under his breath.
Necropolis
The history of the place is fascinating, but Kain has to admit, he… sort of wishes he hadn’t come along on this tour. Possessed corpses? Yeah… thanks, but no thanks. He’s repressing the shivers every time he looks at one of them, highly disturbed by the sight. They should all just be put out of their misery. It’s not right. He has a feeling the corpses’ stares will be haunting his regularly-occurring nightmares now.
Then it gets even better when those more animated undead storm in.
Kain turns quickly at the sound of the creaking door, eyes widening at the sight. “Look out!!” He shouts a warning to whoever’s not paying attention, drawing his sword and preparing for battle.
Kain
“So much for some private time,” Kain grumbles when they’re told about the living arrangements. But even so, it seems it should turn out very well overall, as they can still easily arrange themselves so that he needn’t be separated from Inessa and Garahel.
He heads in to the room, to claim a bed and set down his pack, for the time being. He starts going through his bag then, to assess his supplies and ensure he doesn’t have to restock anything. “I still prefer to camp, but… I suppose we won’t be regretting this if it starts to rain or anything like that.”
After all, there’s nothing worse than a soaking, sodden campground, or below freezing weather, as can also happen this time of year.
Nevarra City
Kain takes in the sights of the city curiously, staring up at the statues that he passes, particularly fascinated by their grandeur. He tries not to look too obviously like a tourist, though, and also is making sure to avoid having to talk to random strangers. To all appearances, he’s just another Grey Warden, but the moment he opens his mouth, his Orlesian accent will be all too evident. He knows better than to provoke anyone unintentionally.
He pauses in front of an area where one of the plays is ongoing, depicting one of the ancient dragon hunts, a tale which Kain realizes he’s heard before, given the names of the hunters. The brave heroic hunters move around the stage, seeking their prey. As the play unfolds, they run into plenty of monsters along their way, and some dragon cultists, who are all too easily defeated. Soon, they’re moving on into the dragon’s lair, and the villainous dragon rises above them. It’s an impressive costume, Kain can admit that much. But the plot is severely lacking in his opinion.
“I heard a different account of this story…” he mutters under his breath.
Necropolis
The history of the place is fascinating, but Kain has to admit, he… sort of wishes he hadn’t come along on this tour. Possessed corpses? Yeah… thanks, but no thanks. He’s repressing the shivers every time he looks at one of them, highly disturbed by the sight. They should all just be put out of their misery. It’s not right. He has a feeling the corpses’ stares will be haunting his regularly-occurring nightmares now.
Then it gets even better when those more animated undead storm in.
Kain turns quickly at the sound of the creaking door, eyes widening at the sight. “Look out!!” He shouts a warning to whoever’s not paying attention, drawing his sword and preparing for battle.