Oct 6, 2021 8:04 pm
Anguis opens his eyes and looks around, for him, after regaining a portion of his memories the situation doesn't look so bad anymore.
Despite him being uncomfortable throughout the night, that he spent between flashbacks and attempting to find the hidden grail of a comfortable sleeping position in the tent. Once the morning came, he felt hopeful, happy even, maybe this place hides a cheat, that made a deal with a devil and is escaping the payment, so he can hunt them down and leave the place behind...
He looks around and notices the pitcher with water , feeling his throat dry, he grabs it, almost chocking while drinking, due to the recorded message. His first thought was 'Bloody heresy....' but then he remembered that this actually is a messaging spell used between the more arcane followers of the cult.
He looks at the simple breakfast, his mood slightly spoiling while embracing the view before him, he thinks 'Come on, you're Greg, you can live a couple of days on that... i mean it looks perfectly fine... i think.. if i can, i should bring back a real cook, maybe they lack one of those....'
He unwillingly grabs a fistful of bread pieces and a pair of eggs, puts a bread piece in his pocket for later, the rest he stuffs down his throat, refills his waterskin, puts it on his belt, next to the gold pouch. After that he dons his armor, grabs a javelin, his sword and shield, grabs his rope and a torch, utters a silent prayer in infernal, makes sure that both his sigil and amulet are secure on his person, and exits the tent, moving towards the mentioned location.
Despite him being uncomfortable throughout the night, that he spent between flashbacks and attempting to find the hidden grail of a comfortable sleeping position in the tent. Once the morning came, he felt hopeful, happy even, maybe this place hides a cheat, that made a deal with a devil and is escaping the payment, so he can hunt them down and leave the place behind...
He looks around and notices the pitcher with water , feeling his throat dry, he grabs it, almost chocking while drinking, due to the recorded message. His first thought was 'Bloody heresy....' but then he remembered that this actually is a messaging spell used between the more arcane followers of the cult.
He looks at the simple breakfast, his mood slightly spoiling while embracing the view before him, he thinks 'Come on, you're Greg, you can live a couple of days on that... i mean it looks perfectly fine... i think.. if i can, i should bring back a real cook, maybe they lack one of those....'
He unwillingly grabs a fistful of bread pieces and a pair of eggs, puts a bread piece in his pocket for later, the rest he stuffs down his throat, refills his waterskin, puts it on his belt, next to the gold pouch. After that he dons his armor, grabs a javelin, his sword and shield, grabs his rope and a torch, utters a silent prayer in infernal, makes sure that both his sigil and amulet are secure on his person, and exits the tent, moving towards the mentioned location.
Last edited October 6, 2021 8:40 pm