Veteran’s Plateau Altar
Gimli
Paladin
Master Fighter (240)
Expert Hunter (175)
Berserker
7 Years
Male
66
Dragon Mod
The strength of the Gods was in the air. Gimli had been seeing firsthand, the strange phenomena happening. He believed strongly in the Gods, and although he had his preferred ones, he knew there were many others out there that others believed in. The statue that had cropped up on the plateau was one such God that to him, was a similar depiction to what he imagined Odin to look like. Or at least, close enough. He carried himself somberly to the statue, the small man craning his neck up to look as the tabby cat spoke. He took a breath, slipped off the leather hide armor he had crafted so long ago, and placed it at the statue's feet. There was a valknut symbol etched into it, carved there by Gimli himself. "From one Drengr to another." He murmured before stepping back. |
A hearty laugh goes up from somewhere among the familiars as you place your armor at the altar but you do not feel it is aimed at you. You look up at the statue, you do not know how long you stand there, time seems to drop away from you.
A scent wafts towards you, pushed by a wind you cannot feel. The scent of honey, slightly acrid in its fermentation. The scent of smoke swirls around you but it is the heady smell of a roaring campfire and not the suffocation of a wildfire. The scent of sweat, of metal and meats. You close your eyes and your ears join your nose in its supernatural sensations.
Jovial voices, crying out to each other in a language you do not know, songs in tunes unfamiliar to you. You are in a mead hall, you do not know how you know this, your eyes do not seem able to open, but you can feel the warmth of a fire, hear its crackling echoing off the wooden walls, feel the effects of the mead making your head fuzzy in a pleasant sort of way. You feel yourself sway on your paws, the pleasantness of a hearty meal and a light buzz settling over you. You are draped in a warm cape, and even with your eyes closed, you can tell you are seated at a table, the head of the table. Around you, your men sing drunken songs, bets, and boasts echo in the air. You do not know if you have just returned from a successful battle or are preparing to march in the morning but it does not matter, tonight is for drink, it’s for comradery, it’s for celebrating this exact moment.
The scents and sounds and sensations slowly fade away and you open your eyes to the world of the Plateau, but the warmth you felt inside you seems to stay. The tabby steps towards you and you feel a weight bumping against your chest, a pouch on a leather cord hangs from your neck. The cat looks up at you with a warmth that feels reminiscent of the fondness you’d felt for your unseen men only moments before. “Boldness is oft misconstrued but it is often a tool for those with less traditional blessings, never forget all you’ve fought and won.” You feel like you are no longer rooted here and you take a step back, feeling like whatever just happened, you were seen.
You have received:
A Small companion - battle upgrade
Staff: note when claimed
