Introspective Infiltration [SOLO] [ABANDONED]
Nov 25, 2016 16:41:23 GMT -6
Post by Ito on Nov 25, 2016 16:41:23 GMT -6
What am I doing?
Ito sat hunched over slightly in the back of a wagon, which was traveling along at a rather fast pace for being pulled by only one horse. His torso and right arm were wrapped in well-worn bandages, and those bandages seemed to be the only thing holding together his tattered clothing. Over the bandages he wore his armor, a chestplate and a pauldron on his left shoulder that were connected to each other and secured in place by several leather straps. He'd left the town that Inese had taken him to, shortly after receiving some advanced medicinal magic that put him in a healthy enough state of being to move on from the quiet place, despite still not being able to feel his right arm. It was a pity, how accusatory he and the troubadour had been to each other. Maybe she was right, though. Maybe Ito was a monster.
He'd tried to end their short time together on a positive note, though. How that positive note had turned into this, Ito had no idea. Then again, when did he ever have any idea on how things had gone a certain way? Perhaps the last time I knew how things had ended up the way they did was when Luci was still here...
Currently, he sat in the back of a wagon traveling to an undisclosed location, the home of a small but rising power in the realm of bandits' guilds. Surrounded on all sides by drunken, axe-wielding men who had also been recruited after a small contest that took place just outside of the village after Inese left him. He'd barely been let in, and it was only because out of half of a dozen swordsmen he'd been the most skilled, tied only by the sword-and-shield mercenary sitting in the wagon with him and the rest of the ragtag group of soon-to-be brigands. Maybe today, Ito would be able to figure out how fate had led him here.
Maybe today, I'll find my purpose...
Ito sat hunched over slightly in the back of a wagon, which was traveling along at a rather fast pace for being pulled by only one horse. His torso and right arm were wrapped in well-worn bandages, and those bandages seemed to be the only thing holding together his tattered clothing. Over the bandages he wore his armor, a chestplate and a pauldron on his left shoulder that were connected to each other and secured in place by several leather straps. He'd left the town that Inese had taken him to, shortly after receiving some advanced medicinal magic that put him in a healthy enough state of being to move on from the quiet place, despite still not being able to feel his right arm. It was a pity, how accusatory he and the troubadour had been to each other. Maybe she was right, though. Maybe Ito was a monster.
He'd tried to end their short time together on a positive note, though. How that positive note had turned into this, Ito had no idea. Then again, when did he ever have any idea on how things had gone a certain way? Perhaps the last time I knew how things had ended up the way they did was when Luci was still here...
Currently, he sat in the back of a wagon traveling to an undisclosed location, the home of a small but rising power in the realm of bandits' guilds. Surrounded on all sides by drunken, axe-wielding men who had also been recruited after a small contest that took place just outside of the village after Inese left him. He'd barely been let in, and it was only because out of half of a dozen swordsmen he'd been the most skilled, tied only by the sword-and-shield mercenary sitting in the wagon with him and the rest of the ragtag group of soon-to-be brigands. Maybe today, Ito would be able to figure out how fate had led him here.
Maybe today, I'll find my purpose...
