A gloved hand shook some snow off a leather clad shoulder. A sigh could bearly be heard as a dark dressed man stood a bit away off of the majestic fortress, his breath turning into icy mist. Adrian had slightly underestimated how cold it would be here. True, he had worn his warmest clothes but they were not enough. Gloved hands tighteneds a scarf around the redhead's neck, the dark gray wool preventing the cold from touching his skin drectly.
Red hair peeked out from a fur-lined hood as the young mage picked up his pace again and continued walking. Not that he had ever stopped. No, he had merely paused for a second to catch his breath. Yes, he hadn't stopped. Adrian Valentine never stops. Uh...unless it is foolish to continue. But in this case? Climbing this freezing hell is more than worth it. Basilisk Fang is supposed to be a place were no good-for-nothing morons go. A place where maybe Adrian could find someone to call equal. Maybe even...a home?
A fierce breeze sent cold air and a handful of snow towards Adrian's face. The mage winced as snow slapped him on the cheecks, some even falling inside his scarf and freezing his neck. A termmor passed through him as Adrian felt the coldness all the way to his very core.
Adrian Valentine made his way closer to his guild to-be; Basilisk Fang. Bracing the cold and snow -though getitng irittated by them- he put one foot in front of the other steadily closing in on the stone fortress' gateway. All the while humming a tune to himself.
His almost silent singing however abruptly came to an end when Adrian nearly banged his head on the guild's front door. Not paying too much attention to his everwhite and snowy surroundings he didn't realise how quickly he had traversed the not-so-short way to the fortress. Rolliing his eye in frustration with himself, he placed his gloved hand on the doors. Mustering his strength -more in a mental rather than physical way- he pushed forward, the doors slightly opening. Just enough for him to eneter. "Here goes nothing." he spoke in a low, hushed tone not wanting this comment to be heard by any future guildmates.
Taking a look around all Adrian could see was what the outside of the building promised. An old, slightly dilapitated fortress. Once grandiose decor now slowly fadding. A cracked wall or two. Overall however the place gave off a vibe of...superiority. Stealing a few more glances at the place Adrian decided to shout out and see if someone could hear him. "ANYONE HERE?"
Maybe he should have first ventured a bit further in...but that wouldn't be as fun now, would it?
*Why did I even decide to come and join these guys? Damned mountain will be a pain to climb up every time. Do members get a lift or something?*
Red hair peeked out from a fur-lined hood as the young mage picked up his pace again and continued walking. Not that he had ever stopped. No, he had merely paused for a second to catch his breath. Yes, he hadn't stopped. Adrian Valentine never stops. Uh...unless it is foolish to continue. But in this case? Climbing this freezing hell is more than worth it. Basilisk Fang is supposed to be a place were no good-for-nothing morons go. A place where maybe Adrian could find someone to call equal. Maybe even...a home?
*Nah, who am I kidding? As if I'd ever bond that much with people to consider any place a home*
A fierce breeze sent cold air and a handful of snow towards Adrian's face. The mage winced as snow slapped him on the cheecks, some even falling inside his scarf and freezing his neck. A termmor passed through him as Adrian felt the coldness all the way to his very core.
*Then again, fuck bonding. This is way too much snow for home.*
Adrian Valentine made his way closer to his guild to-be; Basilisk Fang. Bracing the cold and snow -though getitng irittated by them- he put one foot in front of the other steadily closing in on the stone fortress' gateway. All the while humming a tune to himself.
I created the sound of madness
Wrote the book of pain
Now I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
Wrote the book of pain
Now I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
His almost silent singing however abruptly came to an end when Adrian nearly banged his head on the guild's front door. Not paying too much attention to his everwhite and snowy surroundings he didn't realise how quickly he had traversed the not-so-short way to the fortress. Rolliing his eye in frustration with himself, he placed his gloved hand on the doors. Mustering his strength -more in a mental rather than physical way- he pushed forward, the doors slightly opening. Just enough for him to eneter. "Here goes nothing." he spoke in a low, hushed tone not wanting this comment to be heard by any future guildmates.
Taking a look around all Adrian could see was what the outside of the building promised. An old, slightly dilapitated fortress. Once grandiose decor now slowly fadding. A cracked wall or two. Overall however the place gave off a vibe of...superiority. Stealing a few more glances at the place Adrian decided to shout out and see if someone could hear him. "ANYONE HERE?"
Maybe he should have first ventured a bit further in...but that wouldn't be as fun now, would it?
- OOC:
- The texts in * are Adrian's thoughts.