Out of Place [Closed] Dec 16, 2007 11:34:24 GMT 9.5
Post by Pando on Dec 16, 2007 11:34:24 GMT 9.5
Huskaar awoke, the storm outside was getting worst, in Huskaar's little apartment. I wish I never met Amos, he brought me here, and his going to kill me here. there's nothing to do, and everything is cold up here... d**n YOU AMOS Huskaar silently thought to himself. Join the Legionites he said, see the world he said... I'd rather be thieving.
Drifting back to sleep, Huskaar didn't notice that the sun was starting to peak up over the mountains, through the clouds, to the east. Huskaar was going to have to get up in less then an hour, and he would regret ever agreeing to do a late watch. whoever thought there was going to be trouble around here was an idiot Huskaar thought. He wasn't gonig to get any sleep at this rate. especially considering the person who was meant to do the shift after him hadn't been bothered to come and get him.
A loud knock came at his door "Its time to get up soldier" said a Captain, on his way to the Mess hall. Huskaar slowly got up, got dressed and went down stairs. After his week at this place, he had been the center of attention, as most people had not seen a illdemin before him, and had often been punished as such for being a 'mistake'. "you look tired half-breed" Half-breed had been given to Huskaar as a nick name, which just got Huskaar fired up.
"yea, wouldn't be because somebody couldn't be bothered getting up to take my position, and because of you, I couldn't get out of the d**n place until you got up. which nobody could be bothered doing either" said a growling Huskaar.
"Huskaar, your going with Matheson and Andrew to get supplies" said the captain, as he walked past Huskaar, who let out a groan of misery.
"captain, I think I deserve more sleep, somebody didn't get up to do there late shift last night, and the guard nearby wouldn't let me past to get Avery." complained Huskaar
"oh really? well he'll be punished-" said the Captain, staring at Avery "but your still not getting out of supplies."
Huskaar tried to look alert as he leaned on the caravan, in a tight packed market place with Rumormongers, and hawkers of all sorts, there were salesman yelling out wares of all kinds.