Post by Noctis Corvo on Oct 13, 2015 2:20:41 GMT
The stars shone brightly tonight.
It was in a small inlet that the heretic had set up his game; a small cobblestone courtyard just off of an obscure sidestreet. The area lit only the rusty antique lanters that dotted the path, the old lamppost that stood at one corner of the lot, the few candles, already melting at the edge of the table, and of the small fire to which he sat tending, over which a kettle sat bubbling as it was heated. Occasionally, as he set the black-and-white-checkered board and its corresponding armies of pieces up, he would take a small sip from a small cup containing the dark brew, taking his time to enjoy both the warmth of the liquid, the cool briskness of the evening air, and the majesty of the mighty constellations in the night sky.
As the pieces came to their starting positions upon the board, he leaned back, his jet-black robes obscuring his face, the candles only giving enough light to show his stitched-up mouth and the black-and-purple tips of his miasma-stained hair. He didn't let out any words, but would simply take a few sips of his drink while tending to the fire. After all, he was expecting a guest, and it would be rude to not to have a warm hearth and good drink to welcome them with, whoever they are.
But it was exactly that. He didn't know who was coming or when they would arrive. He simply had the feeling to be prepared, whoever it was that was destined to show up.
And so, he decided, he shall be.
He took another quick draw from his steaming cup.
And waited.
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Notes: Anyone up for a game of chess?
It was in a small inlet that the heretic had set up his game; a small cobblestone courtyard just off of an obscure sidestreet. The area lit only the rusty antique lanters that dotted the path, the old lamppost that stood at one corner of the lot, the few candles, already melting at the edge of the table, and of the small fire to which he sat tending, over which a kettle sat bubbling as it was heated. Occasionally, as he set the black-and-white-checkered board and its corresponding armies of pieces up, he would take a small sip from a small cup containing the dark brew, taking his time to enjoy both the warmth of the liquid, the cool briskness of the evening air, and the majesty of the mighty constellations in the night sky.
As the pieces came to their starting positions upon the board, he leaned back, his jet-black robes obscuring his face, the candles only giving enough light to show his stitched-up mouth and the black-and-purple tips of his miasma-stained hair. He didn't let out any words, but would simply take a few sips of his drink while tending to the fire. After all, he was expecting a guest, and it would be rude to not to have a warm hearth and good drink to welcome them with, whoever they are.
But it was exactly that. He didn't know who was coming or when they would arrive. He simply had the feeling to be prepared, whoever it was that was destined to show up.
And so, he decided, he shall be.
He took another quick draw from his steaming cup.
And waited.
[280]
Notes: Anyone up for a game of chess?
