Nathaniel loves this sort of thing. He never had the chance to go to many festivals as a child, so they allow him to feel youthful when he experiences them now. His coin is spent primarily on the experience itself--booze and food. But his slightly tipsy time is spent watching the staged shows, particularly those of dragonslayings. He nibbles on a hot pastry filled with potatoes, bacon, and sheep cheese as he watches this one, making mental notes. Primarily it's names he takes in, things he can look up later for himself, since street shows are dubious sources of historically accurate information.
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Nathaniel is finding the Grand Necropolis an unsuitable environment for combat--something he never had any idea he would find out. Naturally, he did not bring any weapons to the tour besides a couple of concealed daggers, and very few aristocracy choose to be buried with their trusty bow, so he must make do with weapons he is less comfortable with. Weapons with a fairly short range.
It is the short range that nearly does him in. A corpse, wielding a sword and shield, advances on him rapidly, taking advantage of the fact that its range is the greater. Nathaniel ducks inside its range and gives it a stab to the ribs that would fell a living opponent, but it does not bother the corpse over-much. The dagger is stuck between the corpse's ribs when the corpse wedges its shield between it and Nathaniel and lunges forward, pinning Nathaniel hard to a wall with massive force. Several dull cracks can be heard, and Nathaniel grunts in pain. If all his air hadn't been squeezed out, he would likely have screamed. The corpse backs up to lift its sword and finish the job as Nathaniel slumps to the floor.
Nathaniel Howe
Nathaniel loves this sort of thing. He never had the chance to go to many festivals as a child, so they allow him to feel youthful when he experiences them now. His coin is spent primarily on the experience itself--booze and food. But his slightly tipsy time is spent watching the staged shows, particularly those of dragonslayings. He nibbles on a hot pastry filled with potatoes, bacon, and sheep cheese as he watches this one, making mental notes. Primarily it's names he takes in, things he can look up later for himself, since street shows are dubious sources of historically accurate information.
III. - one thread, limit of 2 responders
Nathaniel is finding the Grand Necropolis an unsuitable environment for combat--something he never had any idea he would find out. Naturally, he did not bring any weapons to the tour besides a couple of concealed daggers, and very few aristocracy choose to be buried with their trusty bow, so he must make do with weapons he is less comfortable with. Weapons with a fairly short range.
It is the short range that nearly does him in. A corpse, wielding a sword and shield, advances on him rapidly, taking advantage of the fact that its range is the greater. Nathaniel ducks inside its range and gives it a stab to the ribs that would fell a living opponent, but it does not bother the corpse over-much. The dagger is stuck between the corpse's ribs when the corpse wedges its shield between it and Nathaniel and lunges forward, pinning Nathaniel hard to a wall with massive force. Several dull cracks can be heard, and Nathaniel grunts in pain. If all his air hadn't been squeezed out, he would likely have screamed. The corpse backs up to lift its sword and finish the job as Nathaniel slumps to the floor.
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