81st of Summer, 518 A.V. 9th Bell, 3rd chime.
Season’s end neared, Summer would soon give way to Autumn to Autumn would come Winter… if Winter would ever return. Kreig did not focus upon that however as he stalked down Tent City. The sea of tents had no roads, only refuse, nothing to offer to the common man of Sunberth except a desire to never find them self as one of its inhabitants, for only the poor, desperate and the outcast lived here destined to wallow out a living in squalor while constantly the threat of enslavement by those that saw them cattle.
Kreig’s mind still returned to the time when the area was under threat by a cannibalistic creature who threatened to burn the entire area to ashes simply to find a way that lead to some underground tunnels that could lead him to a place that could farm these things called algae… something that Kreig viewed as beneficial to the people here if Kreig himself were to find it. Though if the goddess Yshul to be believed, as something to eat it was rather lacking in proper taste.
And that was a thing, wasn’t it? Kreig’s arm rached for his shoulder absentmindedly as he passed by a couple of men arguing over the ownership of a stale peace of bed. Kreig had been marked by gods, two of them. Yshul and Yahal both had marked him as someone of interest to them and now he had their signs upon him.
A broken lock on his shoulder, a small pair of wings on his back. Both intricate, both beautiful, both distinct in such a way that only fools of the highest caliber would mistake fakes for the real thing.
It was amazing the fact hadn’t settled in proper yet, even as he stopped suddenly and looked at the two men whose voices had gotten louder, that fact still felt still like a dream. Kreig withheld a sigh as he saw the two men about to come to blows over the hardly satisfying peace of food.
Kreig made his way to the two stepping between them, hand grabbing for the stale loaf of bread “Quit yer belly achin’” Kreig said, voice raising loud over the surprise and angry protest of the two men dirt. Kreig looked at them both, they’re clothes tattered, skin poxed and blotchy, barely any meat on them. They looked at him with fear, some defiance, but even they were aware there was a difference between themselves and the man before them.
“H-hey, that there’s our bread ya thief!” One of them called out, the only voice of defiance between them. Kreig raised a brow and give a soft little smirk.
“Oh, I’m knowin’ that. An’ such a fine piece it is, reckon I need me a snack” His other hand reached for his pocket, pulling out to pieces of silver “Here, for your troubles” Kreig said as he placed a piece each in their hand, making use of their stupefied expression before walking away with his overpaid spoils.
He knew it solved nothing, a silver coin would probably last them only a day and they might not even spend it and in fact it was likely they’d be robbed of it. Kreig didn’t even know if they deserved his coin, but part of him didn’t care…. For one it would at least stop their fighting, giving brief respite to their neighbors and the chance that at least fresh bread would fill their stomachs rather than stale ones.
He had to at least have faith in that.
oocLedger= -2 SM
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Season’s end neared, Summer would soon give way to Autumn to Autumn would come Winter… if Winter would ever return. Kreig did not focus upon that however as he stalked down Tent City. The sea of tents had no roads, only refuse, nothing to offer to the common man of Sunberth except a desire to never find them self as one of its inhabitants, for only the poor, desperate and the outcast lived here destined to wallow out a living in squalor while constantly the threat of enslavement by those that saw them cattle.
Kreig’s mind still returned to the time when the area was under threat by a cannibalistic creature who threatened to burn the entire area to ashes simply to find a way that lead to some underground tunnels that could lead him to a place that could farm these things called algae… something that Kreig viewed as beneficial to the people here if Kreig himself were to find it. Though if the goddess Yshul to be believed, as something to eat it was rather lacking in proper taste.
And that was a thing, wasn’t it? Kreig’s arm rached for his shoulder absentmindedly as he passed by a couple of men arguing over the ownership of a stale peace of bed. Kreig had been marked by gods, two of them. Yshul and Yahal both had marked him as someone of interest to them and now he had their signs upon him.
A broken lock on his shoulder, a small pair of wings on his back. Both intricate, both beautiful, both distinct in such a way that only fools of the highest caliber would mistake fakes for the real thing.
It was amazing the fact hadn’t settled in proper yet, even as he stopped suddenly and looked at the two men whose voices had gotten louder, that fact still felt still like a dream. Kreig withheld a sigh as he saw the two men about to come to blows over the hardly satisfying peace of food.
Kreig made his way to the two stepping between them, hand grabbing for the stale loaf of bread “Quit yer belly achin’” Kreig said, voice raising loud over the surprise and angry protest of the two men dirt. Kreig looked at them both, they’re clothes tattered, skin poxed and blotchy, barely any meat on them. They looked at him with fear, some defiance, but even they were aware there was a difference between themselves and the man before them.
“H-hey, that there’s our bread ya thief!” One of them called out, the only voice of defiance between them. Kreig raised a brow and give a soft little smirk.
“Oh, I’m knowin’ that. An’ such a fine piece it is, reckon I need me a snack” His other hand reached for his pocket, pulling out to pieces of silver “Here, for your troubles” Kreig said as he placed a piece each in their hand, making use of their stupefied expression before walking away with his overpaid spoils.
He knew it solved nothing, a silver coin would probably last them only a day and they might not even spend it and in fact it was likely they’d be robbed of it. Kreig didn’t even know if they deserved his coin, but part of him didn’t care…. For one it would at least stop their fighting, giving brief respite to their neighbors and the chance that at least fresh bread would fill their stomachs rather than stale ones.
He had to at least have faith in that.
oocLedger= -2 SM
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