[Flashback:Darren] An Icy will. (temple of everwinter)

[Antar]

oocSorry for letting this hang a bit, I'm slowly closing out all my open threads. RL and stuff just seems to keep getting in the way. Anyways I figure to close this out in 2-3 more posts each, sound good?

Getting lost in a snowstorm was far from fun, and noth could feel the whiskers of his beard icing up upon his face. It was foolish for him to trek out here alone. Absolutely foolish, as he didn't have much of a clue of where he was going. Stumbling through the snow was a wretched state of being for anyone, and he could feel the bite of the weather gnawing at him through his protective leather shirt, and cloak. But he had made up his mind to press on, so that is what he did. Every so often he blew heated air upon his gloved hands to help keep warm, until he figured out another option.

He cut a strip of cloth from his tattered cloak and wound it around his face as a scarf. The journey to the tavern was a long one, and Noth found himself turned about a few times in the winter storm. As he trudged further and further from the temple, the exterior of his boots began to become caked in snow. The cold settled into his bones and each plodding step of laboriously lifting his feet out of the snow and forward seemed to fatigue his body like no other experience in his life. A small frost seemed to be noticeable upon the lashes of his eyes as his vision became more obscured.

It was at this point the rogue was blessed with the unfortunate circumstance of walking straight into a wall, bumping his head slightly against the stone edifice. Cursing under his breath he heard a distant shout through the winds. This situation was enough to make anyone panic but he steeled his mind against such things as he pondered what he should do. Worse came to worse he might get out of the cold somehow, crawl around the building's walls and ask someone to let some poor sot in from the cold.

In the winds, a small cry in the distance came to his mind. "Hey An hen thee! You lost or dead?"

For an instant his mind replied to it, 'Yes he was dead, he had to be if the Darren's churlish voice seemed to be calling out to him.' The man seemed to have no interest in his well-being or care, and if he was around would be making fun of him... 'wait' that probably meant the voice was real.

Turning in the direction of the cry, Noth stumbled his way forwards, only to see the welcoming sight of light at the tavern door. Coughing from the hoarseness in his throat, Antar stumbled his way across the breadth of the doorway and into the shelter of the warm hearth. Blinking wearily to clear the ice from his eyelashes, the rogue took a moment to hang up his cloak before entering the bar proper.

He was greeted by the sight of Darren, the cheeky rapscallion already seated at a table on the far side of the establishment. So he went to join the vantha, for the moment unable to speak as he merely kept his posture huddled over as he struggled to warm himself.

[Growl]

Appreciation Time! Name: Antar Experience: Socializing +1, Rhetoric +2, Interrogation +1 Lore: The Temple of Everwinter (Basic), Asking for a Practice Fight, Looking for the Red Diamond, Lost in the Cold Name: Darren Experience: Socializing +1, Rhetoric +1, Interrogation +1 Lore: The Temple of Everwinter (Basic), Laughing at Another's Expense Additional Notes: Sorry this ended so soon. PM with questions and/or concerns.