43rd Winter 515AV
18:23
Rearing stallion
Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"
18:23
Rearing stallion
Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"
The snows were falling hard now even within the city, if it hadn’t been for the continual passage of people trekking through the streets then the snow would have been up to people knees. As the build-up in some of the small sideways showed. Alex stepped through the city calmly he’d had a productive day learning the basics of how to handle the massive blade that now rested along his back. Basic blocks and slashes, even how to counter balance the weight of the blade by leaning your body away from the fulcrum of the swing. And even a few small riding lessons which seemed the best to do in the heavy snows. Simple gallops and holding a weapon in one hand whilst wheeling the horse around with just his legs. Nothing too technical just the bare bones basics.
Alex stepped into the warmth of the rearing stallion. Basking in the heat of the hearth to the side. Slipping through the patrons of the tavern he slid his way through to the bar counter brushing a hooded figure as he entered the building. The man with the hood simply slipped past him out into the cold air of the streets. Shrugging the event off as a simple mishap Alex sat down at the bar. Ordering his usual and this time asking for the change he didn’t have much cash and needed to stretch it as far as he could. But as kevith came over with his mug, he slipped Alex a small parcel too.
“Was asked to give it too ya.” Kevith semi shrugged and went back to serving the other customers. Alex looked a little confused. He took a sip of the ale in the mug and as he did he opened the parchment of the small parcel up to see a wooden carving of a pair of dice joined at the corner in the centre of the parchment. The dice had a small loop on the other side of them and appeared to be made out of sandalwood. A dark look dawned over his face.
Swallowing hard he placed the tankard onto the counter and lifted the sigil up and in his other hand pulled the loop from his neck. With a slow apprehension he checked the sigil against the ones on his loop. And then rolled the dice around to find a small name carved into the wood much like his own symbols. The name read “Ovek”…It was an exact match for one of his mother’s sigils.