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Nerindel · 05-30-2003, 05:07 AM

It was late and the company started to disperse and return to their tents for the night. With a yawn Sorlas too excused himself and ducked under the flaps of his tent, it was big enough inside to easily accommodate two but he preferred to sleep alone.

He sat down on his bed roll and rechecked his gear again, he was sure that he would forget something, he then lifted a small weather stained leather pouch from his belt and carefully opened it, checking its contains, There was some Gallows-weed, Galenas leaves, Dandelion roots and a small piece of Salierim root. ' yes, that should suffice for now' he thought. Satisfied that he could find more on the way if needed, He carefully put the healing herbs back into the leather pouch and sat it with the rest of his gear.

He then turned his attention to the weapons he would be taking with him on the journey. His long sword was by his side as always, he was never parted with the heirloom of his family, he unsheathed it to see if it needed sharpened before they left. The blade glistened in the dim light of the lantern in his tent, at the top of the blade just below the guard was engraved a tall ship with a rayed star above it, it also had the intricately inscribed words, 'Let the stars guide you' engraved on it in the noble Adûnaic tongue of his ancestors. He sighed as he slid the sword back into the sheath, he longed to know more of his ancestors but his searches had all revealed nothing, the sword was the only clue he had to his heritage. He then unfastened his belt and laid the sword by his bed.

Reaching down he pulled a small black handled knife from his boot, the edge was slightly blunt so he pick up a small wetting stone and spat on it once, then proceeded to sharpen the blade, as he worked he looked over to his long bow and quiver that sat in the corner of the tent, he smiled pleased with the arrows he had made earlier, he now had two score sitting in the brown leather quiver.

'Ah! Feathers!' he cried remembering what it was he had forgotted, he jumped up putting the stone and knife down on the bed and began searching the tent for the black feathers he had gathered earlier, he soon found them sitting in a small stone mortar at the other end of the tent. He thought to take the mortar aswell but then feeling its weight he decided against it, he took the feathers and squeezed them into the hidden pocket on his quiver, then returned to sharpening his knife.

Once the knife was sharp again he carefully placed it into the sheath that was sewn into the inside of his boot and put the Sharpening stone into his pack. Yawning again he removed his boots and flopped down on to the bed, falling a sleep almost a once.

[ May 30, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]

05-30-2003, 05:07 AM	#24
Nerindel Spirited Weaver of Fates Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: In an endless sea of dreams! Posts: 827	It was late and the company started to disperse and return to their tents for the night. With a yawn Sorlas too excused himself and ducked under the flaps of his tent, it was big enough inside to easily accommodate two but he preferred to sleep alone. He sat down on his bed roll and rechecked his gear again, he was sure that he would forget something, he then lifted a small weather stained leather pouch from his belt and carefully opened it, checking its contains, There was some Gallows-weed, Galenas leaves, Dandelion roots and a small piece of Salierim root. ' yes, that should suffice for now' he thought. Satisfied that he could find more on the way if needed, He carefully put the healing herbs back into the leather pouch and sat it with the rest of his gear. He then turned his attention to the weapons he would be taking with him on the journey. His long sword was by his side as always, he was never parted with the heirloom of his family, he unsheathed it to see if it needed sharpened before they left. The blade glistened in the dim light of the lantern in his tent, at the top of the blade just below the guard was engraved a tall ship with a rayed star above it, it also had the intricately inscribed words, 'Let the stars guide you' engraved on it in the noble Adûnaic tongue of his ancestors. He sighed as he slid the sword back into the sheath, he longed to know more of his ancestors but his searches had all revealed nothing, the sword was the only clue he had to his heritage. He then unfastened his belt and laid the sword by his bed. Reaching down he pulled a small black handled knife from his boot, the edge was slightly blunt so he pick up a small wetting stone and spat on it once, then proceeded to sharpen the blade, as he worked he looked over to his long bow and quiver that sat in the corner of the tent, he smiled pleased with the arrows he had made earlier, he now had two score sitting in the brown leather quiver. 'Ah! Feathers!' he cried remembering what it was he had forgotted, he jumped up putting the stone and knife down on the bed and began searching the tent for the black feathers he had gathered earlier, he soon found them sitting in a small stone mortar at the other end of the tent. He thought to take the mortar aswell but then feeling its weight he decided against it, he took the feathers and squeezed them into the hidden pocket on his quiver, then returned to sharpening his knife. Once the knife was sharp again he carefully placed it into the sheath that was sewn into the inside of his boot and put the Sharpening stone into his pack. Yawning again he removed his boots and flopped down on to the bed, falling a sleep almost a once. [ May 30, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ] __________________ "Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live" ~ Mark Twain.