Post by The Darkness on Nov 5, 2012 14:40:05 GMT -5
Jory shifted through his drawers and looked through all the clothing he had. It wasn't much, given his low status, but it was enough to work with. If he was going to get into the feast, he would need a decent disguise, and certainly some singing skill. He could play the harp well enough, but that wouldn't be any help alone.
The clothes spread out across his bed were modest things, a green doublet. The red doublet he had worn not long ago was a mess now, a few slashes from a random drunk and Jory was left with no choice but to return home and change for something new.
A plain green doublet with darker green stripes along the sleeves, that was the one he liked most, though he would have preferred to wear Farice colors. It would be a poor disguise if he went about in the usual colors, however. I swear, I only wanted a name and sought to make her think a bit before acting so rashly, he thought. The princess was quite the beauty, but she was at heart a child, and prone to getting her way. And that Trajan, he was quite the beast, as far as fair-haired beasts with purple eyes go at the very least.
He shook out the loose threads in the green doublet and inspected it for tears or for fringes, nothing of the sort. He removed his destroyed shirt and threw it to the side, unsure of what to do with it later. The new one felt a bit tight on Jory, but that was probably from disuse, he hoped it would fit to him later on. I have no choice in the matter, it will have to do.
He stretched out his limbs and gave his body a feel for the new shirt. And now for the fun part. Jory took up his harp and turned towards the small mirror in his room.
"A bear there was,
A bear, A BEAR!
All black and brown,
And covered with hair!"
"Oh come they said,
Oh come to the fair!
The fair? said he,
But I'm a bear!
All black and brown,
And covered in hair!"
Jory enjoyed the music he had heard across the city. There were songs of hope, songs of love, songs of great warriors and great evils as well. But he knew few of them and could not hope to impress many. He had taken to learning The Bear and the Maiden Fair and The Dances of the Dragons in hopes to win over the heart of the princess. And not get thrown out of any more feasts. Though he was unsure of how she would feel if Jory revealed himself.
I'll need a name to go under. He flipped through his books and found a couple different name he could use. But eventually, he found a name that he truly enjoyed. Bael the Bard, eh? A fitting name for what he was about to do, minus the eloping with the Targaryen princess. He took his brown cloak off the peg on the wall and wrapped it around himself. Abel the Bard it is.
Jory gains beginner Disguise.
Jory gains novice Harp.
The clothes spread out across his bed were modest things, a green doublet. The red doublet he had worn not long ago was a mess now, a few slashes from a random drunk and Jory was left with no choice but to return home and change for something new.
A plain green doublet with darker green stripes along the sleeves, that was the one he liked most, though he would have preferred to wear Farice colors. It would be a poor disguise if he went about in the usual colors, however. I swear, I only wanted a name and sought to make her think a bit before acting so rashly, he thought. The princess was quite the beauty, but she was at heart a child, and prone to getting her way. And that Trajan, he was quite the beast, as far as fair-haired beasts with purple eyes go at the very least.
He shook out the loose threads in the green doublet and inspected it for tears or for fringes, nothing of the sort. He removed his destroyed shirt and threw it to the side, unsure of what to do with it later. The new one felt a bit tight on Jory, but that was probably from disuse, he hoped it would fit to him later on. I have no choice in the matter, it will have to do.
He stretched out his limbs and gave his body a feel for the new shirt. And now for the fun part. Jory took up his harp and turned towards the small mirror in his room.
"A bear there was,
A bear, A BEAR!
All black and brown,
And covered with hair!"
"Oh come they said,
Oh come to the fair!
The fair? said he,
But I'm a bear!
All black and brown,
And covered in hair!"
Jory enjoyed the music he had heard across the city. There were songs of hope, songs of love, songs of great warriors and great evils as well. But he knew few of them and could not hope to impress many. He had taken to learning The Bear and the Maiden Fair and The Dances of the Dragons in hopes to win over the heart of the princess. And not get thrown out of any more feasts. Though he was unsure of how she would feel if Jory revealed himself.
I'll need a name to go under. He flipped through his books and found a couple different name he could use. But eventually, he found a name that he truly enjoyed. Bael the Bard, eh? A fitting name for what he was about to do, minus the eloping with the Targaryen princess. He took his brown cloak off the peg on the wall and wrapped it around himself. Abel the Bard it is.
Jory gains beginner Disguise.
Jory gains novice Harp.