Greebo Wanders The Guild Halls by Greebo
Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2015 8:38 pm
absentmindedly, subconsciously, stroking his new tabard. He hums to himself an unidentifiable composition that manages somehow to be both tuneless and off-key. There is a degree of awe in his gaze as he examines the shards and tokens of past victories, a clear sense of contentment in his grin. He steps quickly to one side as powerful masters stride by. For a few seconds he thinks to mention to them that he wears a tabard and bears the title Warbringer while they are but minions. The sharp eldritch blades and crackling energies drive the thought from his mind in a hurry and his thoughts are quickly filled with abstract images, old recipes, and a close examination of the fabric of his gloves in a frantic effort to prevent anyone from reading such deadly foolishness.
He looks to the future, and likes what he sees.
He looks to the future, and likes what he sees.