Welcome to clover town, one of the most beautiful, peaceful towns in all of Fiore, home to the Blue Pegasus guild, the guild master meeting hall, many retired wizards, and, not quite the most important over all, but certainly the most important for this, home of Bastion Stonewall.
Having just returned from a rather annoying mission involving a particularly nasty lion and one rather irksome child, Bastion quietly made his way towards the guild hall, to get his payment, a shower, and most importantly, a good nap. He had lost his prized weapon, his favorite scarf, and not to mention a bit of his own flesh! His left arm still ached from where the lion had raked him with his claws, and put the arm in a sling. "Man.....what a nuisance." he grumbled to himself as he reached up to pull his wide brimmed hat down lower over his eyes, trying to hide his face from the crowds. He did not like his scar's, and inevitably, whenever someone saw his scars, they always, ALWAYS, had to ask. Nuisances.
So busy was he with his own, internal thoughts, and his incessant need to hide his scars, that he didn't notice several shadowy figures following him from rooftops, watching from alley ways, watching him very carefully. He noticed none of it, not even how the streets seemed to be getting emptier and emptier. So much trouble could have been avoided if he had.......
(Ok this is an open scene. All I ask is that your first post, all you do is place your char in Clover, I will get your characters attention on my next post)
Having just returned from a rather annoying mission involving a particularly nasty lion and one rather irksome child, Bastion quietly made his way towards the guild hall, to get his payment, a shower, and most importantly, a good nap. He had lost his prized weapon, his favorite scarf, and not to mention a bit of his own flesh! His left arm still ached from where the lion had raked him with his claws, and put the arm in a sling. "Man.....what a nuisance." he grumbled to himself as he reached up to pull his wide brimmed hat down lower over his eyes, trying to hide his face from the crowds. He did not like his scar's, and inevitably, whenever someone saw his scars, they always, ALWAYS, had to ask. Nuisances.
So busy was he with his own, internal thoughts, and his incessant need to hide his scars, that he didn't notice several shadowy figures following him from rooftops, watching from alley ways, watching him very carefully. He noticed none of it, not even how the streets seemed to be getting emptier and emptier. So much trouble could have been avoided if he had.......
(Ok this is an open scene. All I ask is that your first post, all you do is place your char in Clover, I will get your characters attention on my next post)