Sitting in his darken room at the Mizzenmant Inn, Asmodean thought back both on the evening he had as well as yesterday. His gear, save for his pant, and weapon rest on the chairs close to the door. He's chest was bound in fresh bandages, covering an injure from the aid he give in Coerthas. He had tried to lay for a few bells now, but nothing could make him sleep in spite of how much he wanted to finally rest.Â
Part of him, the loner, cursed him for having following up on his promise to speak at the Celebration of the Wanderer. That time could been spent resting or traveling the land looking for his next job. More so this half of him cursed more at the gathering at Bronze Lake afterwords.
He still didn't know why accepted Jancis' offer to join her with a number of other of the performers for a night of drinking and enjoyment, but he was glad, happy even. While he didn't remove the bulk of his armor, he still felt like he was part of the group. No judging, no questioning, just a group of friends being welcoming to him. Asmodean for once sense the Calamity felt wanted, not as a faceless body to work, but a friend.
HIs mind then drifted to the fight in Coerthas and the group he was fight along with. A pair of Dragoons, Orrin Halgren and Noel Vautie, and a highly skilled healer, Myath Sochen along with him and his always trusty ax. They wore cover the area of Monument Tower and they had taken care of the area well, however due to the skill of the Dragoons, he had a hard time earning his keep. After a time, they along with everyone who had answered the call for aid, wore sent to Steel Vigil to fell a elder dragon. They did just that before falling back to the Observatorium. Asmodean had been left alone with Myath for a time, which the pair chatted for a while.
The last leg of traveling in Coerthas had been walking from the Observatorium to the Gates of Judgement then Whitebrim Front before taking the Daniffen Pass once more to the tower. The travel to the gates had been quite and easy and it wasn't until they came to the pass a problem happened. They had came across a massive blast in the pass, and it had wounded a number adventurers who not ready for such a beast to be in the pass. While his group avoid and major damage from the beast the came could not be said for when Steropes appear.
The Cyclops fell a great number of adventurers with easy before Asmodean and his group even had a chance to join the fray. Once they had, along with a number of other Dragoons and other fighters traveling the land, Steropes was brought under control. However, the midlander suffered his chest wound as the cyclops hammered at the warrior, cause the heavy chest-plate he wore to cave in on him. The beast was fell shortly after, but the damage had been done already. Myath, lucky for Asmodean, has a large chococo which could easily carry the pair. Thankfully the rest of the trip was uneventful.
Asmodean wake up from his trance, his gaze looking a the broken and caved in plate at the side of the room. The pain was still there... but even before the warmwine, it had dull greatly from when he first gained the wound. But even know... he sat there awake for bells, he could still not sleep.
It's going to be a fun few days. Asmodean thought to himself annoyed. Right bloody fun.
((Aftermath from the back to back events Coerthas Defense and Celebration of the Wanderer.))
Part of him, the loner, cursed him for having following up on his promise to speak at the Celebration of the Wanderer. That time could been spent resting or traveling the land looking for his next job. More so this half of him cursed more at the gathering at Bronze Lake afterwords.
He still didn't know why accepted Jancis' offer to join her with a number of other of the performers for a night of drinking and enjoyment, but he was glad, happy even. While he didn't remove the bulk of his armor, he still felt like he was part of the group. No judging, no questioning, just a group of friends being welcoming to him. Asmodean for once sense the Calamity felt wanted, not as a faceless body to work, but a friend.
HIs mind then drifted to the fight in Coerthas and the group he was fight along with. A pair of Dragoons, Orrin Halgren and Noel Vautie, and a highly skilled healer, Myath Sochen along with him and his always trusty ax. They wore cover the area of Monument Tower and they had taken care of the area well, however due to the skill of the Dragoons, he had a hard time earning his keep. After a time, they along with everyone who had answered the call for aid, wore sent to Steel Vigil to fell a elder dragon. They did just that before falling back to the Observatorium. Asmodean had been left alone with Myath for a time, which the pair chatted for a while.
The last leg of traveling in Coerthas had been walking from the Observatorium to the Gates of Judgement then Whitebrim Front before taking the Daniffen Pass once more to the tower. The travel to the gates had been quite and easy and it wasn't until they came to the pass a problem happened. They had came across a massive blast in the pass, and it had wounded a number adventurers who not ready for such a beast to be in the pass. While his group avoid and major damage from the beast the came could not be said for when Steropes appear.
The Cyclops fell a great number of adventurers with easy before Asmodean and his group even had a chance to join the fray. Once they had, along with a number of other Dragoons and other fighters traveling the land, Steropes was brought under control. However, the midlander suffered his chest wound as the cyclops hammered at the warrior, cause the heavy chest-plate he wore to cave in on him. The beast was fell shortly after, but the damage had been done already. Myath, lucky for Asmodean, has a large chococo which could easily carry the pair. Thankfully the rest of the trip was uneventful.
Asmodean wake up from his trance, his gaze looking a the broken and caved in plate at the side of the room. The pain was still there... but even before the warmwine, it had dull greatly from when he first gained the wound. But even know... he sat there awake for bells, he could still not sleep.
It's going to be a fun few days. Asmodean thought to himself annoyed. Right bloody fun.
((Aftermath from the back to back events Coerthas Defense and Celebration of the Wanderer.))
