The city was large, building stacked upon building next to more buildings. Alleyways winded down into darkness, small shops lining their interior. Up above, large machines floated over, preparing or a battle that may never happen. People lined the streets, even bustling through the alleys, to get from one destination to the next. In one of those alleys, there was a shop. It was relatively big compared to its neighbors, but it was still small, and slightly crowded with jars and books. Lots and lots of books. Ancient tomes covered in dust lined many of the shelves, pages pockmarked with bookmarks, waiting to be re-opened.
The owner of said shop was a young man, leaning back easily in a chair behind the counter. Dressed in formal robes of white and blue, and a small white hat with a gold cross on it. It was easy to tell he was a Cleric. a staff leaned against the corner connecting the shop window and the wall, and though no one could see it, there was a heavy mace underneath the counter in case someone tried to be frisky.
The young mans hair was short and blond, with bangs right above and around cool greyish-green eyes that were always watching. His name was Lohti Mikkola, and he was one of the few Clerics left in the kingdom, though he tried to be subtle about it. Ever since the magic ban he had been unable to use any of his spells, having to resort to holy violence instead.
He sighed. Business had been slow lately, even the underground type. No one's been in need of anything that they couldn't eat or use to build or make clothes. No one's had time for anything but. He stared out the window, cheek resting in a palm of one of his hands. "I hope someone comes by... I'm bored." He thought out loud, deep voice breaking the silence.
Nikonope · Wed Sep 07, 2011 @ 04:59am · 0 Comments |