Thread: Legacy: Age of Strife (Savage Worlds RPG)

Icghh A sound of displeasure garbled by a mouthful of water came as Hilde stepped through the gates into the bustling city of Emac, though unlike most new arrivals to the city it was not the stench of fish that bothered her but rather a fresh pile left behind from the beastly drawn carriage ahead now occupying to sole of her shoe shed felt her stomach turned by. Fish, fowl, gore and rot none these smells bothered her all too much, but dogma forbid she catch a wiff of waste without at least a groan of disgust even after her feet grew callous and her legs weak from many a day and night trudging the country roads. When one spent as much time as she, Hilde of Erebus, offering healing hands to those in need and repaying in kind those who caused such hurt - foul odors such as raw fish did little to wrinkle the nose of this priestess no what wrinkled her nose were falls from grace and what the cloth she belonged to deemed as sinful behaviour, reckless abandon for morality, wrong doing from garden variety to the deepest darkest thickets and bogs. The priestesss mouth was one grown tired of water all the time without the experience of wine to change perception on what she might really want, among other acts a less pious adult may indulge shamelessly in. Even still, for some reason or the next, for whatever reason Hilde did enjoy the setting of a tavern and her feet were in need of a rest heck, her feet were in need of a new pair of sandals! after a moment to grind them along the dirt road till clean she ducked into a nearby tavern and reached into the purse hung around her neck beneath her robes retrieving a small nondescript letter, a plump lip on fair face pulling in pensive appraisal. It was quite an eclectic bunch within, unsavory on most accounts beyond her own not that she was one to openly judge, openly nor was she one to hide judgement all too well for that matter. Not that any of this mattered all too much, no, she was here for more than aimless water and shed long since finished any appointed pilgrimages, Hilde had come to the City of Emac at anothers behest and more than food and a moments rest would be found in this tavern Excuse me sir, She hummed delicately to a man behind the bar, lowering the ivory hood of her robe to reveal alabaster skin and radiant crimson tresses, icy blue eyes and pale lips void of stain. The priestess grimaced and looked over her shoulder at the crowed before leaning in for discretion. I received a letter from an old friend and came to Emac as soon as I could but Im afraid clairvoyance and I are not familiar. An earnest smile tugging at her lips, His name is Gire and his home is Ahm, she squinted at the parchment, not the most literate of folks beyond scripture and the like, here I think? The man with a dirty glass, dirty face, dirty clothes looked at her less than impressed from her attempt at humour to her misplaced appearance in the tavern. The man snorted, clearing his throat before spitting a thick gob into the glass Well, ygunna buy something then eh? and all she could do was stare blankly, a new reason for a wrinkled nose shed found, Water? not in that glass and-uhm B-bread? The priestess asked cringing and folding the letter back into her robe.