¤ Androk Tasiai ¤
Location : Hearth of Sylvenor
Company : None...
Feelings : Boredom...
...When my blades fail me...
The sky was bright with the warm glow of the morning sun. The elven territory always had a mystical glow about it. Elven nobles and higher up officials roamed the streets with their heads high. Always held high. Their nose down glances were practically customary around here and not a soul thought differently of it. But their footsteps were drown out by that of a warrior. Out of place in a way, but not entirely unheard in this place. This person did have a residence in the location even if they rarely used it. And the keeper of those heavy footfalls rounded a corner, their customary dead stare and lowered head pushing those before her away.
Androk Tasiai. A knight for many years in service to their lord. A brute if not fully by appearance but surely by their eyes. Dim emerald and fixed on a massive building before them. The knowledge hold for the kingdom. A library more or less. As she approached her lower armor shifted and clacked a few times together making her more noticeable as she made her way to the front doors.
A resounding thud echoed as she forced the double doors open, her steps following as she made her way to the center desk. "Records. Second war." she more or less demanded as the employees jumped and quickly pointed her along her way. Within minutes she had acquired herself an entire table the size of a banquet hall, riddled with scrolls, ledgers and books that ranged in age and conditions. Her eyes scanned slowly as she thumbed through the results of her acquiring, taking small notes on a blank sheet aside.
She was deep in thought and taking notes on a very bizarre but organized scale to herself. Wars, battles, a strategy and overall outcomes. Her nails clacked against the surface of the table, frustrated irritation building as she continued to scan. Lost in thought and self devices...
...death is all I shall wield...
O.O.C. Full post incoming...
