06-23-2017, 09:17 PM
The Sage awoke to the sound of pattering rainfall. The Safehouse, so busy just hours before, was now still as… well as still as an abandoned lumber camp. No one else seems to find that odd. The Sage thought to himself as he collected his things, Perhaps Karl Jak is known for displacing entire communities for his games. He seems to have created his own personal universe with little enough trouble. The aging man grunted as he lifted his satchel over one shoulder. The gash in his side from Tearen’s halberd had filled in with the strange inky blood, but it was still stiff and sore as the Sage moved around the leaking lumber room.
Finally, he decided that everything was in place, and he was ready to make his way out of the safehouse. The Sage looked down at the sleeping form of the Little Ghost, the tiny insectoid was still sleeping off the bruises that it had taken from the battle the last night. He had considered waking the critter, as teams seemed to be a common choice with the current contestants. But in truth, he didn’t know how much more fighting the hollow warrior would be able to take. Perhaps he would be better of remaining alone for now, if just for the time to think. Best of luck to you, little friend. I hope to meet you again in the future, I have many questions that I would love for you to answer.
The Sage stepped away from the comatose knight and moved to the entrance of the cabin. The rain poured down with a steady beat, obscuring the sun and casting the world in a somber light. It would not be a good day for travel, but staying here would put him too close to trouble. A new set of drops were arriving soon, and a marker was just outside of the lumber camp he was staying in. The foes he had fought had left in the early morning, but he doubted they would be far away. It was time for him to leave the forest behind.
The Sage pulled the cowl of his travelers cloak up higher and stepped out into the quickly muddying fields
Finally, he decided that everything was in place, and he was ready to make his way out of the safehouse. The Sage looked down at the sleeping form of the Little Ghost, the tiny insectoid was still sleeping off the bruises that it had taken from the battle the last night. He had considered waking the critter, as teams seemed to be a common choice with the current contestants. But in truth, he didn’t know how much more fighting the hollow warrior would be able to take. Perhaps he would be better of remaining alone for now, if just for the time to think. Best of luck to you, little friend. I hope to meet you again in the future, I have many questions that I would love for you to answer.
The Sage stepped away from the comatose knight and moved to the entrance of the cabin. The rain poured down with a steady beat, obscuring the sun and casting the world in a somber light. It would not be a good day for travel, but staying here would put him too close to trouble. A new set of drops were arriving soon, and a marker was just outside of the lumber camp he was staying in. The foes he had fought had left in the early morning, but he doubted they would be far away. It was time for him to leave the forest behind.
The Sage pulled the cowl of his travelers cloak up higher and stepped out into the quickly muddying fields
Quote:Haven't gotten a chance to plan with LG, so I'll just leave him here in the safehouse. The Sage moves from SHB to B12. No intent to challenge.
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