Adric Fandralsson (shamelessly) wrote,
@ 2012-09-21 21:49:00

Test Scene
As incongruous as it might seem in the face of all his other cultivated skills, Adric Fandralsson always found gardening to be strangely meditative. Pulling weeds, managing seedlings, warding off pests, harvesting. Even if it was only his little patch of earth behind their home, Adric treasured it. And when all was said and done, he did grow some very nice leeks and cabbages. Onions were still a bit trickier, and the crops of berries varied from year to year, but he'd managed quite nicely.

So, anyone that comes across the ranger will find him looking very much at peace, gardening trowel in hand, as he works at liberating a particularly nasty weed that had sprung up during his most recent absence. The acid drakes had been harder to track than he'd anticipated, and leading the more heavily armed individuals to them, without alerting their quarry, had been an even greater challenge. Still, it had all been settled in good form, with no casualties, and acceptable injuries; and Adric now had a set of blow-darts carved from drake-fang among his equipment.

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	dashingly 2012-09-22 02:44 am UTC (link)
	"If that were the case then father shouldst be one of the few in the nine realms left with feet. The rest of ye shalt have lost thine arms too for lack of any skill." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	shamelessly 2012-09-22 02:46 am UTC (link)
	"The newest recruits to the Crimson Hawks will surely know that practice is in session when they see Brandr Fandralsson's own head roll 'cross the grounds. More the wonder will be that he was practicing by himself." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	dashingly 2012-09-22 02:51 am UTC (link)
	"And shortly after they shalt find Adric Fandralsson in his garden, poisoned by some plant in his garden unknown. And then Ragnarok shalt begin without the both of us." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	shamelessly 2012-09-22 02:54 am UTC (link)
	"You always insist on destroying the world. So wasteful." Adric says, without even a dramatic sigh, as he walks back to his brother and gives him a hug. "It is good to see you again. Are you still running about with that farrier's daughter?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	dashingly 2012-09-22 03:09 am UTC (link)
	"Nay, I defend, simply not the parts you hold in esteem," he responds with a small smile. The hug surprises him a bit but he returns it warmly and gives his younger brother an extra pat on the back as they separate. "Not since the last change in posts. And thee? Hath thee found a girl yet? Surely ye must have won one over in mine absence." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

shamelessly
2012-09-22 03:13 am UTC (link)

"Several, if you insist on asking, but generally only in--" He clears his throat. "--passing. My training, and the requests for my assistance, keep me just as busy as your duties to the Hawks."

He takes a step back and appraises his brother. "There is something... about you. Some shift in your gait." He circles him, his eye seeming like something other than human in its intensity. He knocks one of his boots against a heel of his brother's. "No injuries of any consequence... perhaps I'm imagining it." He shrugs a shoulder. "Come. We'll wash up, and I'll pour the first round."

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dashingly
2012-09-22 03:29 am UTC (link)

"I understand, it ist much the same with me. There ist little time, duty must come first."

Brandr bursts out laughing. "I hath changed brother? Pray tell me how." With an amused smile he waits for his brother to finish circling him. "Mayhap it ist that I am home after a long absence. But yes, drinking ist a fine idea. One of thine few," he teased. He reaches out to give Adric a hearty pat on the shoulder as they walk away from the garden. "We hath much to converse on, it shalt need more than one round."

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	shamelessly 2012-09-22 03:54 pm UTC (link)
	"Something hath changed, or something is about to. I hath been in the forest perhaps too long of late. And drinking is ever your only fine idea, brother." Another dry smile. "I shall pour the mead, you can see if thou can find the cask of good ale Father won off Volstagg in their last bet." (Reply to this)(Parent)

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