Thread Status: Open
Players involved: Sparx, Nate, Horvat
Characters involved: Kamilo, Jean, Tabassum
Setting: South Cutpurse Plains, cliff overlooking the ocean
Time: 25th Haliea, late evening
Weather: Cloudy with heavy mist
The glow of a campfire was barely visible through the mist that hung over the southern cliffs of Cutpurse Plains. Huddled around the fire trying to keep the moisture in the air from extinguishing the flames was a lanky figure, a shaggy adolescent with pointy fox ears and three bushy tails. Kamilo the kitsune was a regular of these plains, where bandits and other such delinquents were common sights on the roads. He was a young practitioner of the trade and often had his hands in people's pockets and purses, but today the dreary weather had fatigued him and kept him close to his current makeshift camp. Being a creature driven by fire, all the water hanging in the air just made him feel very put out.
"Stupid mist," Kamilo grumbled to himself as he grumpily jabbed a stick into his fire, which was hardly creating enough heat to be worth the trouble. His scarce belongings were tossed haphazardly between him and the poorly built lean-to he had been using for shelter for the past few days: some extra clothes, tools, and a couple of bags with supplies and the few coins and items he had managed to snatch around the area. The kitsune's luck had been horrid as of late, and he had decided to blame it on the fairly remote location.
Tomorrow he would move closer to the delta, where there were likely to be a lot more people with a lot more wealth moving about. Unless something more compelling came up before the sun did...
Players involved: Sparx, Nate, Horvat
Characters involved: Kamilo, Jean, Tabassum
Setting: South Cutpurse Plains, cliff overlooking the ocean
Time: 25th Haliea, late evening
Weather: Cloudy with heavy mist
The glow of a campfire was barely visible through the mist that hung over the southern cliffs of Cutpurse Plains. Huddled around the fire trying to keep the moisture in the air from extinguishing the flames was a lanky figure, a shaggy adolescent with pointy fox ears and three bushy tails. Kamilo the kitsune was a regular of these plains, where bandits and other such delinquents were common sights on the roads. He was a young practitioner of the trade and often had his hands in people's pockets and purses, but today the dreary weather had fatigued him and kept him close to his current makeshift camp. Being a creature driven by fire, all the water hanging in the air just made him feel very put out.
"Stupid mist," Kamilo grumbled to himself as he grumpily jabbed a stick into his fire, which was hardly creating enough heat to be worth the trouble. His scarce belongings were tossed haphazardly between him and the poorly built lean-to he had been using for shelter for the past few days: some extra clothes, tools, and a couple of bags with supplies and the few coins and items he had managed to snatch around the area. The kitsune's luck had been horrid as of late, and he had decided to blame it on the fairly remote location.
Tomorrow he would move closer to the delta, where there were likely to be a lot more people with a lot more wealth moving about. Unless something more compelling came up before the sun did...
