Post by Oz on Jan 6, 2007 23:50:07 GMT 9.5
[Continuing on from Foundry of the Forgotten One]
Slinking in, underneath the west Watchtower, so as not to be seen. Georgio, with his over-concealing cloak, and spear strapped accross his back, made his way quietly through the ever 'welcoming' Portcullis.
Down a couple of streets, until he made his way into the far west corner of Lyte. All the houses were simple here, thatched roof, stone built. Some tiny establishments were merely mud-baked.
Entering one of the single cottage styled buildings, Georgio was greeted by two children, a boy with unbelievably bright red hair, and a tiny little girl with blonde hair in pigtails, bickering at a table about something the rest of the world could only guess at, who upon seeing him, fled to the corner furthest away from him, and tried to hide behind each other. A man in his mid twenties, with an Apron around his waist, looked up from his book, whatever it was, to see the intruder.
"Georgio, take that thing off your head. You're scarin' the young-un's."
Removing his hood from his head, the two children immediately recognised the face of their big brother, and ran over. His little sister, into the waiting embrace of his tail, which lifted her off the floor in a fit of giggles, and his little brother into a palm-to-palm slap.
Emerging from the back room, a girl, around mid-twenties, in a simple blue dress, with a white blouse, and hair to match the little girl, dropped whatever she was carrying upon seeing her 'husband' return.
Georgio also half dropped his little sister, and ran to meet her half way in a tender embrace.
"You know you're not allowed back in the city anymore... or at least, nobody wants you here." She said, as she looked up half tearful.
"But you still do... right?" He said, holding her out at arms length so he could look her over.
"Always!" She said, half tackling him as she buried herself in her chest. While his little brother and sister clung to his legs.
"Hey! Careful! Leggo' you two! Maaaa'aam!!" He jokingly cried, as an old, semi-blind woman came limping from the back room.
"What's all the hubbub- Georgie-pie?" Rolling his eyes at the nickname, Georgio responded with a yes. Resulting in another body on top of him.
Stepping back out into the town after prying his family from him, he went for what he came to Lyte for. Entering a general store back on the main street, he was greeted by a tiny bell above his head.
Moving over to the tools, he collected what he needed, a pristine new Smithing hammer. Flipping the owner of the establishment a couple of silver pieces, he started to make his way back to the gates...
Until he saw what the gaurds were doing.
'Have you seen this man? Suspected Ildemen, wearing a long coat?'
'Have you seen any Ildemen recently?'
Which earned him comments such as 'that cape of his sort of sounds familiar.'
Deciding to leave in a hurry, before the Gaurds clocked on, Georgio briskly, but calmly marched his way towards the Portcullis.
Slinking in, underneath the west Watchtower, so as not to be seen. Georgio, with his over-concealing cloak, and spear strapped accross his back, made his way quietly through the ever 'welcoming' Portcullis.
Down a couple of streets, until he made his way into the far west corner of Lyte. All the houses were simple here, thatched roof, stone built. Some tiny establishments were merely mud-baked.
Entering one of the single cottage styled buildings, Georgio was greeted by two children, a boy with unbelievably bright red hair, and a tiny little girl with blonde hair in pigtails, bickering at a table about something the rest of the world could only guess at, who upon seeing him, fled to the corner furthest away from him, and tried to hide behind each other. A man in his mid twenties, with an Apron around his waist, looked up from his book, whatever it was, to see the intruder.
"Georgio, take that thing off your head. You're scarin' the young-un's."
Removing his hood from his head, the two children immediately recognised the face of their big brother, and ran over. His little sister, into the waiting embrace of his tail, which lifted her off the floor in a fit of giggles, and his little brother into a palm-to-palm slap.
Emerging from the back room, a girl, around mid-twenties, in a simple blue dress, with a white blouse, and hair to match the little girl, dropped whatever she was carrying upon seeing her 'husband' return.
Georgio also half dropped his little sister, and ran to meet her half way in a tender embrace.
"You know you're not allowed back in the city anymore... or at least, nobody wants you here." She said, as she looked up half tearful.
"But you still do... right?" He said, holding her out at arms length so he could look her over.
"Always!" She said, half tackling him as she buried herself in her chest. While his little brother and sister clung to his legs.
"Hey! Careful! Leggo' you two! Maaaa'aam!!" He jokingly cried, as an old, semi-blind woman came limping from the back room.
"What's all the hubbub- Georgie-pie?" Rolling his eyes at the nickname, Georgio responded with a yes. Resulting in another body on top of him.
Stepping back out into the town after prying his family from him, he went for what he came to Lyte for. Entering a general store back on the main street, he was greeted by a tiny bell above his head.
Moving over to the tools, he collected what he needed, a pristine new Smithing hammer. Flipping the owner of the establishment a couple of silver pieces, he started to make his way back to the gates...
Until he saw what the gaurds were doing.
'Have you seen this man? Suspected Ildemen, wearing a long coat?'
'Have you seen any Ildemen recently?'
Which earned him comments such as 'that cape of his sort of sounds familiar.'
Deciding to leave in a hurry, before the Gaurds clocked on, Georgio briskly, but calmly marched his way towards the Portcullis.
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