Charlotte Posted November 5, 2015 Share Posted November 5, 2015 Date: Olarune the 8th, 998 YK Location: Wroat, Capital of Breland Dawn broke in the capital city of Breland, not that Matteus knew right away. He slept with the bandage held firmly in place, with the special dragonshards over each eye, just in case reflex caused his eyes to open in a fit of restless nightmares – and he had many of those, of late. So he did not see the sunrise, but instead heard the deep chime of the distant clocktower, measuring out six notes. He fumbled around on his dresser for the goggles, found them, and carefully fitted them into place over carefully shut eyes. Once they were secure, he opened his eyes, seeing the world as he always saw it now – filtered through red dragonshards, slightly distorted. Gersi had promised him a better pair to be made shortly – ones that were, in the half-orc's words, more "ergo-gnomic." He was assured that the word did not mean "therefore, gnomes." He then dressed himself, and shortly after fitting his collar into place, there was a knock at the door – and Matteus knew from the softness of the knock that it was his sister, Mila. Doubtlessly here to help him out with the day's duties – the functions to attend, and the reports to review. "Keeping up appearances," as she said. Telling everyone that everything was normal, even though it would never be again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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