Ulrich Craggenmoor
07-09-14, 04:08 PM
Standing with his back against the rough cast wall, eyes glacing across the streets, lit with the midday sun while his mind roamed miles away as Ulruch cosidered... everthing, leaving the tall and skinny wizard idle aside the cheap face of the rentable offices which had been hired the previous day. Already he missed his permanent office. It had all of his things. The problem was that it didn't have what he needed.
Salvar did, the mountains ahead did. The wind began to pick up and Ulrich was reminded why he avoided Salvar so habitualy.
Cold. That special kind of cold which was a continual biting at any of the skin you managed to leave exposed, Ice filled wind circling under your shirts, crawling up your back, before biting down on the loose skin around your neck, nearly numb from the hour spent standing in the wind. Coat tails flaped uselessly in the wind as Ulrich pulled the collar up in a gesture of shelter against the elements. It wasn't enough of course and the wind was beginning to pick up enough frost and snow from the ground to obscure his vision so, He turned his back and, dragging his feet, returned into the hired space which the wizard used most times he was in the area. This time it was the meeting location for the expedition into the mountains and it would serve only as such, it's enterior was bare after you traveled down the crampt hallway to arrive at the door with the temporary name plaque slid into place: "Ulrich Cragenmoor" stenciled on in flaking gold paint.
Still. It was better than the inside; and empty room, a small desk on the far side, littered with papers, jobs and clues sat framed by the only window in the wooden floored space. His pack (Filed with various ites and empty pouches for the trip) lay on the floor near the door. Open beside it was the notice which Ulrich had had copied and distributed.
'Team needed for mountain expedition for alchemical ingredients.
Plant and beast,
If interested contact Ulrich Craggenoor, Professional Wizard.
Lets get our hands dirty.'
Ulrich had heard back from three different interested parties while only hoping for one for it was a fools errand to go so far out on your own. So all three had been invited and advised to be ready leave since there was really no point in waiting around for the sun to set. His list was ready and so was the plan: Two thirds up the mountain range closest to Salvar and there was a cave system with everything they would need. Then in and out, no more than a day of work and fresh air was good for everybody. Coming back to himself, Ulrich stopped drumming his fingers against the door frame and climbed out of the reveree in which he had bcome snagged while contemplating the plan.
Awaiting his guests and checking his equipment, Ulrich passed the long pulled minuites.
Salvar did, the mountains ahead did. The wind began to pick up and Ulrich was reminded why he avoided Salvar so habitualy.
Cold. That special kind of cold which was a continual biting at any of the skin you managed to leave exposed, Ice filled wind circling under your shirts, crawling up your back, before biting down on the loose skin around your neck, nearly numb from the hour spent standing in the wind. Coat tails flaped uselessly in the wind as Ulrich pulled the collar up in a gesture of shelter against the elements. It wasn't enough of course and the wind was beginning to pick up enough frost and snow from the ground to obscure his vision so, He turned his back and, dragging his feet, returned into the hired space which the wizard used most times he was in the area. This time it was the meeting location for the expedition into the mountains and it would serve only as such, it's enterior was bare after you traveled down the crampt hallway to arrive at the door with the temporary name plaque slid into place: "Ulrich Cragenmoor" stenciled on in flaking gold paint.
Still. It was better than the inside; and empty room, a small desk on the far side, littered with papers, jobs and clues sat framed by the only window in the wooden floored space. His pack (Filed with various ites and empty pouches for the trip) lay on the floor near the door. Open beside it was the notice which Ulrich had had copied and distributed.
'Team needed for mountain expedition for alchemical ingredients.
Plant and beast,
If interested contact Ulrich Craggenoor, Professional Wizard.
Lets get our hands dirty.'
Ulrich had heard back from three different interested parties while only hoping for one for it was a fools errand to go so far out on your own. So all three had been invited and advised to be ready leave since there was really no point in waiting around for the sun to set. His list was ready and so was the plan: Two thirds up the mountain range closest to Salvar and there was a cave system with everything they would need. Then in and out, no more than a day of work and fresh air was good for everybody. Coming back to himself, Ulrich stopped drumming his fingers against the door frame and climbed out of the reveree in which he had bcome snagged while contemplating the plan.
Awaiting his guests and checking his equipment, Ulrich passed the long pulled minuites.