It's been a long while since Robb had been near the ocean. He had stayed in the inn since his arrival, growing used to being back, his animus and the changes in the world. But slowly, as he was drawn more outside to explore and see these advances, he was drawn back to the docks.
Stepping onto the wooden planks, he could remember being a boy and watching the fishermen come in. Raynald had once been among them, one of the friendlier orcs he had ever met, but thinking of him always lead him back towards the darker memories he had firmly decided not to think about.
Like he had before, he collected some semblance of lunch for himself and sat on the edge of the pier, watching the waters. In the distance, he could see creatures popping from under the water, watching with the same curiosity that Robb held for them. They followed his movements and when he called to them, they mimicked his voice.
"Merpeople?" He asked the person drawn by the sight. "It's been awhile since I've seen them."
II. Return to Einjar Prep
Robb was woefully out of practice in using a sword. Even the gleam of steel brought a sharp bolt of fear in him. Before this mission, he needed time to grow used to the feel of a weapon in his hand and a chance to become comfortable around steel again. Wasn't that ironic? A former knight with a fear of blades.
It was enough to push him harder than he might have otherwise. It wasn't simply about honor (though that played a part), it was refusing to let those that cut him down win again. He wanted to be ready for the day any of them were revived and then see justice was done.
For now, at least, he needed to practice. The training dummy was hacked into several times, twirls and attacks coming naturally to him, instinct kicking in. When finally he stopped to catch his breath, he turned to find someone watching him. "How long have you been there?"
Robb Stark | OTA
It's been a long while since Robb had been near the ocean. He had stayed in the inn since his arrival, growing used to being back, his animus and the changes in the world. But slowly, as he was drawn more outside to explore and see these advances, he was drawn back to the docks.
Stepping onto the wooden planks, he could remember being a boy and watching the fishermen come in. Raynald had once been among them, one of the friendlier orcs he had ever met, but thinking of him always lead him back towards the darker memories he had firmly decided not to think about.
Like he had before, he collected some semblance of lunch for himself and sat on the edge of the pier, watching the waters. In the distance, he could see creatures popping from under the water, watching with the same curiosity that Robb held for them. They followed his movements and when he called to them, they mimicked his voice.
"Merpeople?" He asked the person drawn by the sight. "It's been awhile since I've seen them."
II. Return to Einjar Prep
Robb was woefully out of practice in using a sword. Even the gleam of steel brought a sharp bolt of fear in him. Before this mission, he needed time to grow used to the feel of a weapon in his hand and a chance to become comfortable around steel again. Wasn't that ironic? A former knight with a fear of blades.
It was enough to push him harder than he might have otherwise. It wasn't simply about honor (though that played a part), it was refusing to let those that cut him down win again. He wanted to be ready for the day any of them were revived and then see justice was done.
For now, at least, he needed to practice. The training dummy was hacked into several times, twirls and attacks coming naturally to him, instinct kicking in. When finally he stopped to catch his breath, he turned to find someone watching him. "How long have you been there?"