|Knight Artorias (artorias) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2020-08-19 05:21:00
|Entry tags:||artorias, erandur brevedant|
Who: Erandur and Artorias.
Where: Wheel 1 park.
What: The Dragonborn tries to help the Abysswalker.
When: Friday the 21st.
Open: Ask first please.
Artorias asked Erandur to meet him at the park in wheel one. The Dragonborn had made some interesting suggestions, and Artorias was curious to see what would work, if anything. While the knight was unsure about if the other mans magic would work, he did have some hope. Artorias was a knight with a will of steel, unshakeable to the point of perhaps being too prideful. It had taken a lot for him to admit weakness and ask for help. Artorias was pure of heart, and it was written that he had nary a murmur of darkness within him. At least that was until the abyss took him. Thankfully he had been brought to the station before he had become too tainted. However, the abyss had touched his wounds and slowly but surely, it was taking over.
Artorias sat in the park with Sif by his side. The wolf, growing larger and larger with each passing week, lay by his side. She was larger than an ordinary full grown wolf now, but she was still considered a pup with much more room to grow. Artorias himself was rather large too, standing at between 9 and 10 feet tall. His large hand stroked the wolves fur while she napped, her head resting on her front legs and paws.
The knight was dressed in loose fitted linen. The top was off white in colour with a silver trim while the trousers were azure blue. He wore a pair of plain leather shoes on his feet. By his side, he carried a simple dagger that when placed in a normal humans hand, was more like a short sword. Aside from that he seemed well... normal. His wounds were mostly hidden by his clothing. The arm that had been broken before had mended but the abyss left scars there and its touch was spreading. It could be seen on the right side of his neck, creeping up his shoulder while the rest was hidden from sight.