11-07-2018, 09:02 PM
+ retro to flooding
There was so many things to talk about, and so little time. The rains were picking up, moulding together a force of nature that his pupils had not dilated on in quite a while. The oncoming cataclysmic clime, coupled with the group’s bloody rivalry with the Ascendants that looked to be worsening with each day, compelled a cognizance over the wolverine’s hunched shoulders. Wendell was sweet on communicating with Atbash Cipher, the former Hailcaller of his old home (which now lay in ruin, if the rumours we true). Upon hearing from smalltalk that she had enrolled with his tribe’s enemy, the dawnguard’s heart sank quicker than it ever had before - which said something, taking into account the many calamities which plagued his existence until this point. To the female, the Brit would apologize for his shifty ways, and confess himself to be nothing more than a deadbeat; owing to the conditions set in stone by political reasons, the weather, and fate, contact would have to be much sooner than first thought.
A letter was prime suspect to inspection, thus the mustelid turned to the tactic of playing telephone with an eager Ascendant. The plan had been simple; on a morning, prior to dawn, bribe an adversary from across the border to send a message, with the promise of fine drink as a reward. Given the time of the ordeal, he’d guessed that it’d just be a lone other patrolling the border, and given the avowal of alcohol (a substance Wendell had been known to own a bounty of), the deal would appear most alluring.
When his idea came to be, his accomplice had been most content to play telephone for booze.
"Tomorrow’s twilight, under a big tree just past the border, Wendell, to talk about everything.”
Knowing Atbash from a month’s experience, she was very proud, so the chances of her showing up had been slim; though, he’d wait. He tried speaking with her at that mass gathering, but didn’t get the chance to resume conversation before the leaders had begun discussing official business. Tonight was going to be a continuation if what could have been that night, as long as she wasn’t a no-show.
Optimistically, nothing horrible would come of this.
+ lost muse towards the end, sadly
+ [member=597]ATBASH CIPHER.[/member]
There was so many things to talk about, and so little time. The rains were picking up, moulding together a force of nature that his pupils had not dilated on in quite a while. The oncoming cataclysmic clime, coupled with the group’s bloody rivalry with the Ascendants that looked to be worsening with each day, compelled a cognizance over the wolverine’s hunched shoulders. Wendell was sweet on communicating with Atbash Cipher, the former Hailcaller of his old home (which now lay in ruin, if the rumours we true). Upon hearing from smalltalk that she had enrolled with his tribe’s enemy, the dawnguard’s heart sank quicker than it ever had before - which said something, taking into account the many calamities which plagued his existence until this point. To the female, the Brit would apologize for his shifty ways, and confess himself to be nothing more than a deadbeat; owing to the conditions set in stone by political reasons, the weather, and fate, contact would have to be much sooner than first thought.
A letter was prime suspect to inspection, thus the mustelid turned to the tactic of playing telephone with an eager Ascendant. The plan had been simple; on a morning, prior to dawn, bribe an adversary from across the border to send a message, with the promise of fine drink as a reward. Given the time of the ordeal, he’d guessed that it’d just be a lone other patrolling the border, and given the avowal of alcohol (a substance Wendell had been known to own a bounty of), the deal would appear most alluring.
When his idea came to be, his accomplice had been most content to play telephone for booze.
"Tomorrow’s twilight, under a big tree just past the border, Wendell, to talk about everything.”
Knowing Atbash from a month’s experience, she was very proud, so the chances of her showing up had been slim; though, he’d wait. He tried speaking with her at that mass gathering, but didn’t get the chance to resume conversation before the leaders had begun discussing official business. Tonight was going to be a continuation if what could have been that night, as long as she wasn’t a no-show.
Optimistically, nothing horrible would come of this.
+ lost muse towards the end, sadly
+ [member=597]ATBASH CIPHER.[/member]