Grigor

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revenant
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Grigor

Post by revenant » January 24th, 2019, 7:52 pm

I've had experience with Req, good, bad, and heartbreaking. I still enjoy the shard, the people, and the dynamic.

Grigor is the next in line to have his requiem sung.

Hailing from the western provinces, Grigor is a bear of a man both in size and hairiness. His thick brow seems to leave his eyes forever shadowed. His nose sits a little off-kilter, a tell-tale indicator of some of the hazards of his job. His knuckles and joints are tattooed with various dots and sigils; good luck if you asked him. In leisure, the man typically wears loose and colorful clothing, a bandana often keeping the hair from his face. In "work clothes," he is often seen in a mixture of leathers and plates. A journal hangs on a chain attached to a tome not too far from his reach.

In response to the prompt...


Grigor had been on the road for weeks. The wagon had been a creature comfort that he had drug behind him for the past few days. The yoke, once intended for the old mare he had buried some leagues past, had chafed his shoulders raw. It had served him well during his trip from the lands of the Old Dynasty as it had given him a warm and dry place to sleep all those many nights. The faded blue and purple paint were a reminder of a previous life when he was still with the caravans travelling the region. The memories were bitter-sweet; a time when he had been surrounded by clan and tribe, a time when he had relished in the late night camp fires and stories amongst the women laden in gold chains and rings and the men in similar regalia. Those had been happy times, even as the dark times had set upon them.

They had lost members of their troop, some to more permanent settlements, others to the dangers of the roads. The People, as they called themselves, drew on stories that they claimed predated the coming. Each of the wagons kept their own saints and spirits. In his was the Raven, the eternal watcher and gatherer; his ward against the dark. He had tried to convince the others of the driving desire to seek the truth, that maybe here within the First Province they would be able to find records of their history and the words that could free them from the dark. He knew that the Decusians had catalogued and collected all manner of archives since their incursion into their lands. Where else could they be held...and lost...but here within the First Province?

He continued to trudge up the towards the way point.

"No caravans here...don't have the resources to pass it through quarantine."

Grigor looked at the wagon. It represented his attachment back to the west, back to his people. It represented the possibility to veer from the path he had set on some months ago. He looked at the men and pulled out the few jewels and coins he had stuffed beneath the bedding. He had no visa, there was no reason the Church would grant him one. He intended to exploit the greed of those who did not enjoy the benefits of station.

"These are yours for expediting. The rest..." he pulled his notebook, a few papers, and the bare essentials from the motley wagon before lighting the torch. "The rest is in offering..." he looked to the gathering of ravens; taking it as an auspicious occasion, he set fire to the wagon.

The man's eyes reflected the dancing lights of the flame. The guards took up arms. What in the nine hells was this westerner doing? Sure, the wagon was technically outside the confines of the Quarantine zone, but this was madness. Peabody stuffed his pockets with the few stones Grigor had offered in the panic. Grigor held up his hands, a sign of fealty and submission, before turning to Peabody and awaiting the response.

Scarlet
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Character: Ellie Andrews

Re: Grigor

Post by Scarlet » January 26th, 2019, 3:20 am

The officiant stood with his jaw gaping like a broken hinge for a time as he watched the wagon and everything in it go up in flames. "....Some sort of madman...?" Thomas questioned, his voice deep and gravely. The words, or perhaps the fact that Thomas had spoken at all jolted the officiant out of his amazed stupor. "Darvin, you idiot! Save the wretched beasts pulling that thing! Verent! See to that fire! I want it out before it causes panic or damages something!" He turned to Grigor and gave him a long, hard look before spitting to the side. "Be glad I'm not having you arrested for that stunt! I never want to see you again, you hear?! Thomas, see to it!" The officiant pointed harshly, and Thomas flexed his biceps before roughly escorting his charge into someone else's jurisdiction.


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