kookyGremlin
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You watch as a shadowy form appears. At first it's little more than a suggestion of an outline through the thick, dank mist that engulfs the forest glade. But as your eyes focus, the shape becomes more defined and you realise it's drawing closer. You feel your fingers flex and your heartbeat increases in tempo as you wonder if this is friend or foe... or worse.
The shape is closer still and you see it's man shaped; broad at the shoulders but perhaps a little below average height. He moves with a determined step, almost a march and you wonder if it's a soldier or, at least someone with military experience, but the hair is too long, the clothing too loose. Instead of grey on grey monotones, you start to see suggestions of clour. He wears mostly black although his jacket is a deep green. Over his shoulder sits a thick shafted longbow and goose-feather fletched arrows in a quiver. He seems to have several bags, some of which are fillied with rolled up sheets of paper or parchment.
As he approaches you hear him humming a tune softly and, as he comes more fully into view now, he tips his hat and smiles. He is perhaps 40 or 50 years of age, it's hard to tell for although his skin shows signs of wear and age, his hair is thick and black and his eyes are a deep but sparling golden brown.
He speaks, and his voice is heavily accented in the dialects of Northen England.
"How do."
The shape is closer still and you see it's man shaped; broad at the shoulders but perhaps a little below average height. He moves with a determined step, almost a march and you wonder if it's a soldier or, at least someone with military experience, but the hair is too long, the clothing too loose. Instead of grey on grey monotones, you start to see suggestions of clour. He wears mostly black although his jacket is a deep green. Over his shoulder sits a thick shafted longbow and goose-feather fletched arrows in a quiver. He seems to have several bags, some of which are fillied with rolled up sheets of paper or parchment.
As he approaches you hear him humming a tune softly and, as he comes more fully into view now, he tips his hat and smiles. He is perhaps 40 or 50 years of age, it's hard to tell for although his skin shows signs of wear and age, his hair is thick and black and his eyes are a deep but sparling golden brown.
He speaks, and his voice is heavily accented in the dialects of Northen England.
"How do."
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