Day 82, Spring of 512 AV
Evening
The Withering Rose
Evening
The Withering Rose
Outside the exotic, dark restaurant stood an awkward but surrealistically beautiful man, dressed in the finest, luxurious robes, skin and horns positively glowing in the night air. He had accepted a certain mercenary contract to 'guard a customer' for the night, and he had quite believed that he was going to be guarding a potentially dangerous mercantile exchange.
Instead, formal robes of the finest silk and quality craftsmanship was delivered to his room in the Inn, and a request for him to not bring his characteristic dual long swords. Instead, he hid his assassin's dagger in the inner folds of his robes, and surrounded himself with protective magic before leaving.
The shield that surrounded him was that djed meticulously extracted and shaped to carefully cover his entire body such that no opening remain. It was tasked primarily to absorb djed, while the second task was to block against sharp weapons. He could not possibly hope to anticipate everything, but he knew that a sharp laceration would deal more damage than a bruise.
Instead, formal robes of the finest silk and quality craftsmanship was delivered to his room in the Inn, and a request for him to not bring his characteristic dual long swords. Instead, he hid his assassin's dagger in the inner folds of his robes, and surrounded himself with protective magic before leaving.
The shield that surrounded him was that djed meticulously extracted and shaped to carefully cover his entire body such that no opening remain. It was tasked primarily to absorb djed, while the second task was to block against sharp weapons. He could not possibly hope to anticipate everything, but he knew that a sharp laceration would deal more damage than a bruise.
