10-07-2015, 08:14 PM
"Right then", the Astartes shouldered the grayed bastard sword in his hand, searching across the gates that dotted the horizon, "I'd wager this thing is rather popular, it's probably best if we follow the crowds."
The woman looked up, nodding. "Sounds like a plan...", squinting at the gleaming white rolling fields ahead, she points eastward, "that one over there looks pretty packed. Let's get moving!"
With an exacerbated sigh from the puppet atop Tartaros' shoulder, the group began limping towards the eastern gate.
As they came closer to the array of standing stones, Tartaros reached into his bag, pulling out a steaming loaf of bread. Breaking it in half, a smell of pepper and sea-salt filled the air. Taking a bite of one half and gesturing to the bandit beside him with the other. "Hey, want a bit?"
The woman grinned, "Hell yeah! Barely eaten in days.", eagerly grabbing a chunk. Quickly tossing it in her mouth, she turned back towards the armoured figure, "Y'know, I never asked... What's with the getup? It's fucking massive..."
Finally, the almost-silent Monkey T piped up, smacking the side of the Astartes' head. "It's insecurity fool, that's what! Hah!"
Flicking the tiny woolen figure on the head, Tartaros' eyes darted towards the bandit. "Hrm? Oh... Well, I'm not really sure. Had it since almost before I can remember. It's not as heavy as it looks."
"Still, those things on your shoulders... huge."
"Yeah. Never liked 'em, get in the way sometimes. Take them off whenever I can. Besides, you aren't one to talk, Mrs. Let's-Put-Spikes-On-My-Armguards."
The woman scowled defensively, "Fucker... Whatever, we're close to this gate anyway."
Barely sidestepping a rock, Tartaros nodded. "The sooner the better. I'll trip over one of these things any second now..."
Finally reaching the hewn-stone gate a few minutes later, the group stumbled through, into the afternoon sunlight of a grassy field.
The woman looked up, nodding. "Sounds like a plan...", squinting at the gleaming white rolling fields ahead, she points eastward, "that one over there looks pretty packed. Let's get moving!"
With an exacerbated sigh from the puppet atop Tartaros' shoulder, the group began limping towards the eastern gate.
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As they came closer to the array of standing stones, Tartaros reached into his bag, pulling out a steaming loaf of bread. Breaking it in half, a smell of pepper and sea-salt filled the air. Taking a bite of one half and gesturing to the bandit beside him with the other. "Hey, want a bit?"
The woman grinned, "Hell yeah! Barely eaten in days.", eagerly grabbing a chunk. Quickly tossing it in her mouth, she turned back towards the armoured figure, "Y'know, I never asked... What's with the getup? It's fucking massive..."
Finally, the almost-silent Monkey T piped up, smacking the side of the Astartes' head. "It's insecurity fool, that's what! Hah!"
Flicking the tiny woolen figure on the head, Tartaros' eyes darted towards the bandit. "Hrm? Oh... Well, I'm not really sure. Had it since almost before I can remember. It's not as heavy as it looks."
"Still, those things on your shoulders... huge."
"Yeah. Never liked 'em, get in the way sometimes. Take them off whenever I can. Besides, you aren't one to talk, Mrs. Let's-Put-Spikes-On-My-Armguards."
The woman scowled defensively, "Fucker... Whatever, we're close to this gate anyway."
Barely sidestepping a rock, Tartaros nodded. "The sooner the better. I'll trip over one of these things any second now..."
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Finally reaching the hewn-stone gate a few minutes later, the group stumbled through, into the afternoon sunlight of a grassy field.