Verisimilivirate
You begin following the path East toward Theopolis. You start to think that this "Archangel" gig Fred gave you might have been just the thing you've been waiting for your whole life.
As you muse whilst walking down the path, the forest clears a bit to your righthand side, affording a view down a steep incline at the end of which the forest continues out some before the largest clearing of green grass you've ever seen all at once. Slight grassy hills surround the huge clearing, in the midst of which you see a glorious city (which the path you're on seems to eventually lead to). The city seems almost to be made of white iron, with tall towers affixed with crystal spires reaching into the heavens all around it. The white iron walls seem much too high, but then again, you didn't design the city, of which you honestly can't see very much of, as the magnificent walls hide what may be on the other side. Every so many feet along the walls, you see thick crimson banners hanging, waving in the slight breeze - and even from this great a distance, you can tell the banners' edges are gilded. Such pristine beauty outside must hide wonderful dwellings within, perhaps even glorious royalty, but DEFINITELY large amounts of treasure! This could be none other than Theopolis. Surely, this city has "Come rule me!" written all over it. "All in good time," you remind yourself. "All in good time."
It is then that you are approached on the path by three men on armored-horseback, each dressed in half plate armor and musketeer-type hats, and each bearing a different crest upon his shield. Were it not for those facts, you would have mistaken them for royal guards; that is, assuming Blueite royal guards outfit themselves that way. You remind yourself to try to think outside the box, as it were.
"Ho, there, reaper!" calls the rider with long dark hair and a trim goatee. "Have you seen a Jester or Fool on your path this way?" You return honestly, "No, sir, I have not." He nods in recognition and spurs his horse onward. Almost at the same time, the second rider (whose long dark hair and mussed goatee make him look not quite right) pinches the brim of his hat in a congenial gesture whilst urging his horse on as well. The third rider, a serious-looking fellow with long blonde hair and a beard, (who has been eyeing you suspiciously through half-open slits in his eyes the entire time) is not so quick to continue on, however.
"Halt, brothers!" he calls to the other two, who turn on his command. He gestures with his riding crop toward your golden sword you carry on your belt. "Tell me, reaper, what is a lowly peasant like yourself doing with a fine piece such as that?" The other two riders' brows furrow and their countenances darken as they both begin reaching to draw swords of their own.
"Drat!" you think to yourself. You neglected to think how conspicuous the sword might look at the side of a common reaper.
What now?
As you muse whilst walking down the path, the forest clears a bit to your righthand side, affording a view down a steep incline at the end of which the forest continues out some before the largest clearing of green grass you've ever seen all at once. Slight grassy hills surround the huge clearing, in the midst of which you see a glorious city (which the path you're on seems to eventually lead to). The city seems almost to be made of white iron, with tall towers affixed with crystal spires reaching into the heavens all around it. The white iron walls seem much too high, but then again, you didn't design the city, of which you honestly can't see very much of, as the magnificent walls hide what may be on the other side. Every so many feet along the walls, you see thick crimson banners hanging, waving in the slight breeze - and even from this great a distance, you can tell the banners' edges are gilded. Such pristine beauty outside must hide wonderful dwellings within, perhaps even glorious royalty, but DEFINITELY large amounts of treasure! This could be none other than Theopolis. Surely, this city has "Come rule me!" written all over it. "All in good time," you remind yourself. "All in good time."
It is then that you are approached on the path by three men on armored-horseback, each dressed in half plate armor and musketeer-type hats, and each bearing a different crest upon his shield. Were it not for those facts, you would have mistaken them for royal guards; that is, assuming Blueite royal guards outfit themselves that way. You remind yourself to try to think outside the box, as it were.
"Ho, there, reaper!" calls the rider with long dark hair and a trim goatee. "Have you seen a Jester or Fool on your path this way?" You return honestly, "No, sir, I have not." He nods in recognition and spurs his horse onward. Almost at the same time, the second rider (whose long dark hair and mussed goatee make him look not quite right) pinches the brim of his hat in a congenial gesture whilst urging his horse on as well. The third rider, a serious-looking fellow with long blonde hair and a beard, (who has been eyeing you suspiciously through half-open slits in his eyes the entire time) is not so quick to continue on, however.
"Halt, brothers!" he calls to the other two, who turn on his command. He gestures with his riding crop toward your golden sword you carry on your belt. "Tell me, reaper, what is a lowly peasant like yourself doing with a fine piece such as that?" The other two riders' brows furrow and their countenances darken as they both begin reaching to draw swords of their own.
"Drat!" you think to yourself. You neglected to think how conspicuous the sword might look at the side of a common reaper.
What now?