Personal Day || Open Jan 1, 2017 9:48:34 GMT -7
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 1, 2017 9:48:34 GMT -7
7th of the Winter Storm
Mid-Afternoon in Cobblelight
Ichabod had wanted to stay in Aarunia for much longer. Alas, the town was small and he was one of the only new faces -- which the strange occurrences, they were likely to eventually suspect him of some malintent. It was too bad. As Xalen had merely made Ichabod's mark unconscious, the man had woken with a deep-seated hunger for human flesh. He'd attacked his cleric violently, had killed the man, and had managed to eat all of the best parts before being found by his wife - who couldn't manage to stab him before he got enough bites out of her to make her useless.
Ichabod wanted to know how that story ended, but between the barmaid he had dined on the night before, and the carnivorous events of the morning, the town was ready to point their finger at anyone. Even the kindly storyteller. Ichabod likely would have decided to stay, to take the risk -- perhaps, he had thought, he could tell them that the Spinner had cursed them once more... But the voice had insisted otherwise. Her plans were too important for his chaos.
That was what had finally lead Ichabod to Cobblelight. The voice had wanted him to make his way back to the shores to catch a boat to another land, but Malscure had been Ichabod's reward, and he wasn't planning on cutting it short. "Hush now, mother. Enjoy the view for once. Quietly," She seethed at this command he had given her, and berated him for daring to speak in such a way to her... But he ignored her. Today was merely for him. There were no plans, no seals to break in Cobblelight. He could simply exist.
Ichabod enjoyed how his steps reverberated with light, with purpose; he appreciated how even in the afternoon the skies remained dark and the corners kept their shadows; and he found himself intrigued by the way that all of the villagers here wore wands at their belts. Like they might a sword somewhere else, anywhere else. He watched in child-like amazement as two men collided on the street, and both were quick to pull their wands and fire off spells at each other. It was less visceral that the dagger Ichabod kept in his boot, but as the magical smoke cleared and one man's shirt had melted to his shoulder from a fireball, Ichabod's eyes lit up. He wanted one.
It wasn't difficult to find one of the shops selling the things - it seemed a favorite for the people of Cobblelight. But once inside, Ichabod found that wands were diverse not only in spell but in look and feel. YOU ARE GOING TO REMAIN HERE ALL DAY, AREN'T YOU, STUPID BOY? the voice seethed, and Ichabod merely chuckled... Yes, yes he was going to be here all day. He had emeralds to spend.