Darkened gray smudges of wool threateningly surrounded the green sky; like a predator would encircle its prey. A startling low rumble rang loud in the cool fall air, the sky roaring with satisfaction. Trickles of liquid hit the ground with as much force as a small child.
The once beautiful sky was cracked and broken , now it looked like a vortex but instead of suckling everything, it was pooring down demons and spirits, that want to destroy everything or anyone on their way. The Conclave destroyed and with it their Most Holy.
Knight- Templar Delrin Barris walked inside the tavern, as he looked around the tavern itself is packed. Travelers seem to be the primary clientele here, which often means great company. Several long tables are occupied by, what seems to be the entire surrounding village. The other, smaller tables are also occupied by people who are clearly having a good time. Even most of the stools at the bar are occupied, though nobody seems to mind more company.
But Delrin was not looking for a company, as he looked closely around the tavern he spotted a blond woman sitting by herself by the corner of Tavern, drinking by herself, as he looked more , he saw lots of tankard on the table with her, some were empty, by the count he did there were six of them, Set Barris could not help but shake his head , he could understand her pain , but drinking will not help in any way. Ser Barris took a deep breath and started to walk towards the woman, as he did so he took notice of her outfit that she was in, he could see that it was not the armor she usually wears, but something else different.
This set of armor has a squared helm with half a face guard shaped like the eyes of a dragon. As he looked more closely at the helm that sit at the table he could see an attached to the forehead area and running towards the back is a snake shaped ornament. The shoulders are oval, wide and small in size. They're decorated with masterfully crafted metal hands on each side.
The upper arm are protected by pointed, fully covering rarebraces which sit quite well under the shoulderplates. The lower arms are covered by warm braces which have several arrows heads attached in row on the outer sides, as if arrows have pierced the arms.
Ser Borris took a sit at the table with the drinking woman who ignored him, as he continued to look at her armor her breastplate is made from various layers of pointed metal sheets.
It covers everything from the neck down and ending at the groin, but there's a fairly wide neck line which somewhat exposed.
The upper legs are covered by squared, layered metal cuisses. The lower legs are protected by greaves which have several claw-like barbs in a row on the outer sides.
Ser Borris saw a small, thin, barbed blade made of adamantium is held by a grip wrapped in dull, ruby red bear leather close to her side of the wall.
With a single, sharp edge this weapon is ideal for both cleaving enemies as well as blocking their attacks.
The blade has a small, straight cross-guard, just large enough to give the blade the perfect weight balance. The cross-guard has a simple sphere on each side, which is common on many weapons.
A massive pommel is decorated with common gems, commonness for a commonly made weapon.
The blade itself is engraved. Several runes are etched into the blade, which only adds to the elegance of this weapon, as well as its cost.
This weapon is used only on rare occasions. undefined.
As Delvin looked up from her sword to her face and into the narrowed shaped silver eyes, that bore in his very soul, he could see the deep pain and suffering within those silver orbs of her that pierced his heart so long ago.
Gold straight hair clumsily hang over a round sad face. Expressive set of silver eyes set elegantly within their sockets.
A sword left a mark stretching from just under the left eyebrow , running towards the left side of her lips and ending on her forehead leaves an aching burden of her luck.
This is a face of Beatriç Del Costillo. A proud and honorable Seeker of Truth.
To Barris right now she looked more of a grieving woman who found out that her childhood friend and her family died at the explosion of the Conclave. He knows about her brother Pelias who was a nineteenth summer old who was a mage that went to the Conclave with the others mages and perished at the explosion at the Conclave. He still could remember how two of them meet, when he first got his first assignment as a knight-templar. Though seemingly a straightforward mission to investigate rumors of apostasy in Dragon's Peak, the mission turned into a chaotic brawl involving a cult of blood mages , a Pride Demon, a delish clan, a pair of Seekers of Truth and Tal-Vashoth and mercenaries enslaved by magic.
She was one of the Seekers back then he saved, since then they both been friends , but it been so long ago, that it feels like a lifetime. He still feel guilty when he see her scar after all he was the one who give it to her, when she was under influence of a blood magic. Yet she always tells him that the scar is a gift and she wears it with honor and pride.
The clang of the tankard on the table draw his attention back toward Belatriç as she once more finished her seventh drink and called for more.
''Bela..." Before he could finish what he wanted to say , the stormy silver eyes blazing with anger turned towards him, as her soft voice with deep Nevarran eccent shouted at him in grief and anger.
"DO NOT CALL ME BY THAT NAME! ONLY SHE..."Suddenly she stopped shouting as her eyes filled with tears, her shoulders shaking in her grief, as she looked up at Delrin, her sad face and her deep silver eyes that bore so much to him that his heart hurtled in his chest.
"Why...did this happen?" Her voice broken whispered to him , alas he did not know what to say or how to make her pain to go away, he put his hand on top of her that was shaking even now.
"I don't know. I am sorry." He tried to comfort her , but he did not know what to say or what to do. He looked up toward the weitres that was coming with drinks and shook his head at her , thankfully she understood him and left, there will be no more drinking tonight.
He looked back to the table and when he looked up to Belatriç face , his heart skipped as he took in her gaze.
"I have a room...upstairs..." He know where this was going and he shook his head.
"Belatriç..." Suddenly she gripped his hand so thigtly, her voice shaking and her eyes pleading with his own.
"Please...I do not...want to be ...Alone." Her voice shook as she talked , her silver eyes so full of pain and longing, she was drunk and he not, he will not take advantage of her in this state, he could take her to her room and stay with her until Sunrise just to make sure she will be okay and won't do anything to herself.
"I'll stay..."
Belatriç tried to get up from her chair and almost fall over but the strong arm of Borris keep her upright and steady on her feet as she led him upstairs to her room. Borris known that she need to grieve , to cry, before she could heal. Borris hopped that she would take his help when the healing begins, after all she was the only thing that was important to him now, perhaps one day he could tell her just how much she is.