Post by Mr Nor on Aug 12, 2008 17:01:03 GMT -5
((I've been waiting a while, and I need to get some action. now, for the unnamed warrior...))
As a strange looking warrior stepped forward, little could be understood about him. Conceiling his body was a trench coat-esque cloak, covering everything but his head. On his head was a strange, chilling mask with a detailed smile carved into it. It seemed of ivory, and it would be hard to find a piece of the mask that was flat or unadorned in some sort of intricate detail. The smile was painted over with black, and the eyes were left open, the holes giving him perfect access to his peripheral vision.
As he seemed to slide forward, his head was cocked slightly to his left, staring off into the distance as if he was daydreaming. But in fact, his senses were in tune to everything around him. under his cloak,his hands were gripping the handles of his curved blades. They seemed a mix between a scimitar and a falcion, with a razor sharp point and leather handles with grooves to improve his grip. His cloak could be flung off at a moments notice.
Under his cloak was black, durable and light weight plate-mail armor. The armor itself left no obvious gaps, other than the spaces left to allow full movement. However, even those were covered in black chainmail. His head began to bob back and forth like a pendulum, from left to right, left to right, until it finally stopped on the right side.
He thought he heard someone coming...
As a strange looking warrior stepped forward, little could be understood about him. Conceiling his body was a trench coat-esque cloak, covering everything but his head. On his head was a strange, chilling mask with a detailed smile carved into it. It seemed of ivory, and it would be hard to find a piece of the mask that was flat or unadorned in some sort of intricate detail. The smile was painted over with black, and the eyes were left open, the holes giving him perfect access to his peripheral vision.
As he seemed to slide forward, his head was cocked slightly to his left, staring off into the distance as if he was daydreaming. But in fact, his senses were in tune to everything around him. under his cloak,his hands were gripping the handles of his curved blades. They seemed a mix between a scimitar and a falcion, with a razor sharp point and leather handles with grooves to improve his grip. His cloak could be flung off at a moments notice.
Under his cloak was black, durable and light weight plate-mail armor. The armor itself left no obvious gaps, other than the spaces left to allow full movement. However, even those were covered in black chainmail. His head began to bob back and forth like a pendulum, from left to right, left to right, until it finally stopped on the right side.
He thought he heard someone coming...
