by WhiteWerefox » Fri Mar 21, 2003 12:38 am
I can't believe he's not escorting me...
On the first floor, Ensifer picked up two pairs of baggy, loose, light white pants, and a heavier black pair just in case. Moving on to the second floor, he nicked a black short sleeve tunic and three light poofy-sleeved shirts.
The frilly sleeves make you look like a pansy, but you gotta hide your arms, boy. If they can't tell where they are, they can't stab them, now can they? Get fluffy cuffs and they won't find your wrist either. Thanks, dad.
Third floor he took two cloaks, a heavy black one and a more elegant white one with cream trimming and cordage. He moved over to another section of the floor, to pick up three black vests and a white jacket with a high collar and snug sleeves.
By the edge, white leather. Good quality too.
He nicked two excellent and very heavy short capes, one white and one black and both with good trimming, before moving up to the fourth floor.
Ensifer took one look at the available weapontry, and tossed both his daggers away. He drunk in the sight for a minute, and then set about meandering through the asiles.
Where choosing his clothes took about as much time as walking from point to point did, perusing the weapons lasted about four hours before he picked a well made knife. It was long, thin, and plain, but the steel was sure and the simple silver handle gave it a quiet dignity.
Two matching daggers, Steel blades replacing what was probably an iron edge, were selected next. the blades weren't nearly the legnth of the silver one, but they were far less lean and the handles were mahogany grips set in an iron hilt. Sometimes, flash and pomp was best left out of sight.
There weren't as many rapiers or foils among the choosings as there were broad swords and other less elegant bretheren, and most of them were unneccessarily gaudy as to be impractical. He was about to give up when he came upon a blade of magnificient qualty. The ballance was near perfect, the blade held it's spring, and the guard would stop a broadsword. Around the bell, birds of prey were etched into the steel surface, and along the hilt "Wehnwindle" was etched across the quillions in flourid caligraphy.
Mi'lady... Shall we dance?
Ensifer took his fencer's stance, and weaved among the weapon racks with a comrad as noble as he. The blade hummed in several flourishes, and Ensifer came to a rest satisfied with his new partner.
He stopped to pick up a plain leather sheath, rigid enough to be used defencivly or as a club, a sap to keep tucked in his tunic, and returned to the third floor.
He grabbed two pairs of good leather boots, again one black and one white, A broad hat, and several pouches to keep on his belt. All he had collected was compactly folded and squirreled away in a well sized backpack, and a Cooking kit was setted atop that. He also scrounged some jewelry, some of which he wore and most of which ended up buried in the pack.
He returned to Thalamus, pack full. "I may need a steed, and tack for it, in the future. Is this available to me?"
(OOC: Ensifer is very gallant, and very noble, and very smooth, and very very mercenary. Not greedy, just mercenary. Hey, not like he's a paragon of virtue.)