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SHARPE'S SPYGLASS ⚔ VOICE | ACTION
Sep. 15th, 2012 01:14 pmSix bloody months and I've naught to show for'em but a sorry excuse for a range and -- [ quiet grumbling fills the broadcast. richard sharpe starts the day in a mood. ]
Oi. Who among this lot knows anything of these...spirits, eh? The ones with the sorcery. [ he isn't a patient man but he is a dedicated one. and he wonders if broadening his horizons on this matter might solve a few of his problems.
additionally, sharpe has thrown himself into whatever work he can find. even a skirmisher can only tend to his rifle so often before he grows weary and restless. now and then (and with increasing frequency despite the lateness of the season) he can be seen going to and from the farmlands beyond the village. he returns from such a long-travelling venture in the late afternoon with his uniform jacket swinging jauntily over one shoulder and a dreary song on his lips. although gunless, he possess a hatchet. and his sword is ever at his side. he approaches from the northeast and any are welcome to waylay him.
otherwise, encounter him (grimy and sweaty but at moderate peace) as he recieves a pleasant surprise at the item shop. a fine-crafted spyglass: one he'd never expected to see again.
finally, the major both celebrates his discovery and drowns his heartache at good spirits. he takes a whole table to himself with this spyglass tucked lovingly away in a jacket pocket. occasionally (when not immediately engaged with company) he draws it out and examines it with a cautious awe. as if he expects it to shatter at a moment's notice. ]
Oi. Who among this lot knows anything of these...spirits, eh? The ones with the sorcery. [ he isn't a patient man but he is a dedicated one. and he wonders if broadening his horizons on this matter might solve a few of his problems.
additionally, sharpe has thrown himself into whatever work he can find. even a skirmisher can only tend to his rifle so often before he grows weary and restless. now and then (and with increasing frequency despite the lateness of the season) he can be seen going to and from the farmlands beyond the village. he returns from such a long-travelling venture in the late afternoon with his uniform jacket swinging jauntily over one shoulder and a dreary song on his lips. although gunless, he possess a hatchet. and his sword is ever at his side. he approaches from the northeast and any are welcome to waylay him.
otherwise, encounter him (grimy and sweaty but at moderate peace) as he recieves a pleasant surprise at the item shop. a fine-crafted spyglass: one he'd never expected to see again.
finally, the major both celebrates his discovery and drowns his heartache at good spirits. he takes a whole table to himself with this spyglass tucked lovingly away in a jacket pocket. occasionally (when not immediately engaged with company) he draws it out and examines it with a cautious awe. as if he expects it to shatter at a moment's notice. ]
