03-08-2018, 06:34 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-08-2018, 06:36 AM by DM Surranó.)
Zelgadis sits up with a start, letting out an inarticulate yell. Blinking, he looks around, and a hint of remembrance glitters in his diamond cold eyes.
"Here we are." he mutters, as if to comfort himself and combs his hair with his left hand. With a confused face, he stops short, feeling the end of a hair.
"Split ends?" he muses, then begins shuffling through his meagre pack, producing a pair of scissors that looks pretty much like wire clippers, and starts his morning toilet.
Once finished, he stands up and seeks adequate space where he can exercise himself without hurting someone. Drawing his sword he makes some spins and cuts, apparently a master of his trade, reminding Merri (and possibly others) of bladesingers. Except that the man does not seem to have any elven blood by any standard. Shanna recalls a story she found in the library back at the academy. The vellum diary with green velvet cover contained the memories and philosophical discussions of a drow warrior who became follower of Mielikki. He described one of his adversaries as practicing martial arts not unlike this one put to display by the man who looked like a construct but moved with the grace of a muscular feline.
EDIT: I just reviewed the post and thought it might worth mentioning that I meant the second meaning of the word.
"Here we are." he mutters, as if to comfort himself and combs his hair with his left hand. With a confused face, he stops short, feeling the end of a hair.
"Split ends?" he muses, then begins shuffling through his meagre pack, producing a pair of scissors that looks pretty much like wire clippers, and starts his morning toilet.
Once finished, he stands up and seeks adequate space where he can exercise himself without hurting someone. Drawing his sword he makes some spins and cuts, apparently a master of his trade, reminding Merri (and possibly others) of bladesingers. Except that the man does not seem to have any elven blood by any standard. Shanna recalls a story she found in the library back at the academy. The vellum diary with green velvet cover contained the memories and philosophical discussions of a drow warrior who became follower of Mielikki. He described one of his adversaries as practicing martial arts not unlike this one put to display by the man who looked like a construct but moved with the grace of a muscular feline.
EDIT: I just reviewed the post and thought it might worth mentioning that I meant the second meaning of the word.
