by Hokima Tesh-Rimon on Wed Jul 15, 2020 1:29 pm
*Hokima was prowling. A predatory grace took him throughout the town. He wasn’t looking for trouble today but was bored while he decided where he was going to work. He was dressed in black leathers, that would show off his larger body. For a human, he was tall standing at six feet four inches, he towered over his fellow man, but that wasn’t what set him apart. Instead, it was the broad shoulders and overly muscular build. Long hours at the forge had shaped the man into a massive creature with shoulders that dwarfed most men. His hair was ebon and seemed to reflect specks of blue in the light. He stopped before notices, as it was best to keep abreast of news. They were scanned, and a glint of amusement would be seen in Hokima’s eyes. He left, traveling towards the Body Art shop where he would pick up a thin paintbrush and some black paint. These items were used when he returned to that notice. It didn’t matter to him if this Joe saw it, but man’s arrogance would not let him ignore this request*
I have no business with you. I need nothing from the weapon and armor shop and have never visited that place. The Lodge of Strength needs no new weapons, as we maintain our gear perfectly. If you wish to train, visit the temple, and I will help you out. If you want to learn about Aden`Ver, I can instruct you at that time. If it’s for any other reason, fuck off, as I don’t have time for men.
The Champion of Aden`Ver
*The writing was slanted to the right and would be an ornate looping affair. He was used to doing body art, and the script would reflect that fact. He would not bother to sign his name, as this unknown person had not earned it. Rarely would Hokima grant others that boon, as he believed it a blessing. He was satisfied with the note and would walk off to put away the paint. This event was already forgotten as he went about planning his day. Perhaps some slave training was in store, as the man wasn’t feeling in too violent of a mood. *