Sage’s mind can’t quite comprehend what it’s seeing. This man standing a tad bit over six feet tall and built with a medium frame. His face covered. In its place, was what appeared to be a metal face mask, covering his face like a masquerade mask. Designs also decorated it. Surrounding him were some of the most unsettling men Sage and Braire had ever been around. Smelling them before they reached fifty feet, they stunk of sea. Shouts and cheers along with singing could be heard aboard the main anchored ship. Adding to an already unpleasant feeling among all standing on the opposite side of the, visitors. As they neared, Theriss gave the order to maintain readiness. Causing, the warriors of the Wimm to go on full battle alert half standing their spears at the approaching horde. Stopping fifteen feet or so from the front line Pryus looks them all over. His gazing halting when Sage crosses it. He then looks to Braire, which causes him to tense up. Pryus’s face half visible from the nose down, cracks a smile realizing his effect on Braire. He also dawned a helmet which appeared to attach to his unusual metal mask. It almost reminded him of an old comic book character or the lone ranger with its location on his face. But with ancient designs inscribed upon it, out of all he clearly was the cleanest. Dressed in a bright red robe like outfit adorned with what appeared to be armor plates. His hair a dark brown, he carried a curved sword similar to something out of a pirate movie at his side. His entourage also came armed. Although at brilliantly dressed, they were all the more menacing. Combined with the smell, that every time a good gust of wind blew filled the air with their scent. They were quite intimidating.
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 14:26:50 +0000
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