Patience hopped off the lightning train, walking with his staff of power in hand, a warhammer strapped to his back. Some of the local clergy had begun to call his studies blasphemous, and they and their acolytes would attack them. Sometimes the masses would follow. He was paranoid of how they prayed for harm to come to him, he was afraid their god might listen.
His large ears flapped as he walked down the street, he had heard of the mass produced furniture and foreign cuisine present at a nearby shop that had recently opened. New shops were popping up all over in the Khorvaire empire and at the center of it all was Asram. Many new and wonderful businesses were opening up and they were making his work trivial. He hoped that they could trivialize another task, as it was always a pain to go to a carpenter to commission new pieces of furniture. He wanted a sturdy desk and a large comfy chair, and a trip to this... "Ikea" today could mean he would have all he needed today and wouldn't need to go back to a carpenter later to pick up the piece.
The shop was an immense affair and had no noises of machinery, nor the sound of work, all was the walking of feet and the sound of quiet, polite conversation. Another hassle to be avoided in the future. The district in the crafts district were so noisome, it did him well to get this peace. The atmosphere lent him of something more of a bookstore or library than carpentry.
He walked into the door and looked around, finding rows and rows of set up furniture, all of them labeled with numbers that were supposed to correspond to some box that held a furniture piece of that design in it. He turned around a couple times before he realized it, but there was no one there with him, and the entrance was gone.
He huffed angrily as this ruined his day plans. He had to find a way out of this imprisonment.
He walked in an approximately straight line, his wayfinding assisting him keeping his path straight. But turning around again revealed that the paths behind him changed. Then the lights went out.
He sighed as he tried to find a bed.
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Patience had managed to make himself a nice little home within, gathering supplies from around him, and staking his land. The employees pile of corpses was conveniently cleaned up for him after a day, and he was able to easily find food for himself. He was alone though, which strengthened his belief that he had been trapped here. He got up from the raft of beds he had made for himself and went out for some food. They hadn't lied about the cuisine, it was wonderful.
He walked into a kitchen area that had been nearby and took an entire tray of the meatballs they had and dumped them into an entire tray of their noodles. He looked at the dessert options, at least his captors were kind with their spell.
His large ears flapped as he walked down the street, he had heard of the mass produced furniture and foreign cuisine present at a nearby shop that had recently opened. New shops were popping up all over in the Khorvaire empire and at the center of it all was Asram. Many new and wonderful businesses were opening up and they were making his work trivial. He hoped that they could trivialize another task, as it was always a pain to go to a carpenter to commission new pieces of furniture. He wanted a sturdy desk and a large comfy chair, and a trip to this... "Ikea" today could mean he would have all he needed today and wouldn't need to go back to a carpenter later to pick up the piece.
The shop was an immense affair and had no noises of machinery, nor the sound of work, all was the walking of feet and the sound of quiet, polite conversation. Another hassle to be avoided in the future. The district in the crafts district were so noisome, it did him well to get this peace. The atmosphere lent him of something more of a bookstore or library than carpentry.
He walked into the door and looked around, finding rows and rows of set up furniture, all of them labeled with numbers that were supposed to correspond to some box that held a furniture piece of that design in it. He turned around a couple times before he realized it, but there was no one there with him, and the entrance was gone.
He huffed angrily as this ruined his day plans. He had to find a way out of this imprisonment.
He walked in an approximately straight line, his wayfinding assisting him keeping his path straight. But turning around again revealed that the paths behind him changed. Then the lights went out.
He sighed as he tried to find a bed.
****
Patience had managed to make himself a nice little home within, gathering supplies from around him, and staking his land. The employees pile of corpses was conveniently cleaned up for him after a day, and he was able to easily find food for himself. He was alone though, which strengthened his belief that he had been trapped here. He got up from the raft of beds he had made for himself and went out for some food. They hadn't lied about the cuisine, it was wonderful.
He walked into a kitchen area that had been nearby and took an entire tray of the meatballs they had and dumped them into an entire tray of their noodles. He looked at the dessert options, at least his captors were kind with their spell.
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