so this is what roleplaying is o.o
well I'm not really sure if this stuff is usually written in present tense, but I wouldn't mind trying ><
Craylal sneered at the amulet as if it was filth incarnate placed before his eyes.
A moment of fury passed and he was tempted to draw his weapon. This "yasker hawk" could probably be dead with a few swift turns of his blade, he thought.
He turned and headed out of the Tavern to look for her, blade in hand, but she was already gone.
For a while he paced up and down outside, then paused to look back at the entrance.
Within that door, lying on the table was the glimmering amulet. Brand new, ready to be used.
He screwed up his face in disgust at the thought. He was a true league patriot, dedicated fully to his service in the League Army. For him to just forget his life and turn his back on his Nation would be absurd.
He would be missed. He had friends, He had status, he had women, he was respected... wasn't he?
He began pacing again, thoughts of corruption within the league and the lousiness of it's citizens made him almost want to turn away from it altogether.
'If I forget this now and go home what am I returning to? the sleaze and scandal amongst my own people... But I don't even value my own life, I would die a thousand deaths for my precious "league"...
Tensess!! what have I been taught!? what kind of careless mentality has been instilled within me by the army? Why am I fighting a battle with no real cause? what difference would I make to them! they wouldn't care if I left."
He recalled the Orc's words again, he had spoken of a mass attack on Novograd that would take place the next day. He tried not to let the thought that he didn't care slip into his mind. Deep down inside of him a small, evil voice that taunted him spoke:
"They deserve it.
"No. What am I thinking?!"
He looked on towards the sunset as it reflected in his pale eyes, his gold hair drifted in the breeze. Night would fall soon. He had to leave the tavern quickly before any more trouble came his way.
He stepped back inside, it was still empty but with a strange presence as if someone else had been there all along, spying.
He carefully moved towards his table and glared down at the amulet, almost afraid to touch it. On one side, carved intricately was the Kanian Eagle symbol that represented the League.
On the other, a Xadiganian symbol of Prowess. He looked from one side of the amulet to the other, a sense of mystery and fear building up inside him. His heart began to speed up a little, he felt as if just picking it up would be betraying the league for good.
For one wild moment he imagined himself dressed in imperial uniform, completely transformed, a new identity. He wouldn't be in the army, he would travel and teach instead, earning his way up in the ranks by helping the community.
Suddenly a clamoring from just outside the tavern made him jump, the sound of heavy plate and marching and gruff voices calling out to one another filled the air. He quickly grabbed the amulet and hid it in his own armour, then he drew his blade, keeping his eyes fixed on the entrance for whatever was coming.
Atria of Yul Empire/[Doom]