Post by Rausaro on Dec 27, 2013 4:12:29 GMT -5
The ivory wonder of Mossflower's winter lay all around the soft pink sandstone of the abbey like a silent shroud. Above, the dense grey snow clouds cast a dreary pall on the scene, but the creatures within the abbey remained warm and snug, as the warm light leaking out from the buildings attested.
A creature trudged slowly through the snow, lost in thought. Wrapped warmly in a cloak, it wandered through the abbey grounds until it came to the frozen edge of the pond. The opaque ice faintly glistened in the light.
The otter, as it was, came to a halt by the pond and leaned upon his walking staff. It had been several months since he had first fist come to the abbey in an unexpected visit. Hailing from the north, he had been rescued by members of Ripley's long patrol unit from the warlord known as Obsidious Bane, who, to the best of his knowledge remained at large in the North. The otter shuddered, whether from the wretched memories or the sudden bitter wind, it was unclear.
In a fairly poor state, the hares had decided to deposit him with the creatures of the abbey to recover as the Fall had approached. In that time, he had restored a significant amount of his weight thanks to the rich foods and kind treatment of the Abbey folk, though he felt a bit uncomfortable around the abbot. Why, he wasn't sure. All that mattered was that it was over. He looked to the north again, silently wishing the best for his friends still trapped. For now, the journey was over. Still.... He wouldn't live the rest of his days out here merely content to be at peace. No, he would actively seek to to stop others from the same harm. Though how he would do this eluded him....
A creature trudged slowly through the snow, lost in thought. Wrapped warmly in a cloak, it wandered through the abbey grounds until it came to the frozen edge of the pond. The opaque ice faintly glistened in the light.
The otter, as it was, came to a halt by the pond and leaned upon his walking staff. It had been several months since he had first fist come to the abbey in an unexpected visit. Hailing from the north, he had been rescued by members of Ripley's long patrol unit from the warlord known as Obsidious Bane, who, to the best of his knowledge remained at large in the North. The otter shuddered, whether from the wretched memories or the sudden bitter wind, it was unclear.
In a fairly poor state, the hares had decided to deposit him with the creatures of the abbey to recover as the Fall had approached. In that time, he had restored a significant amount of his weight thanks to the rich foods and kind treatment of the Abbey folk, though he felt a bit uncomfortable around the abbot. Why, he wasn't sure. All that mattered was that it was over. He looked to the north again, silently wishing the best for his friends still trapped. For now, the journey was over. Still.... He wouldn't live the rest of his days out here merely content to be at peace. No, he would actively seek to to stop others from the same harm. Though how he would do this eluded him....