Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140416193533/@comment-24449631-20140420173704

“Ugh….”

Rowan sounded as slowly woke up. Eyes still closed firmly though.

It was as if they refused to open. The rejected the sunlight that had filled Rowan’s bedroom.

Rowan held tight to his sheets as he replaced himself under the wool in a fetus position to keep all his warmth with him.

The cock outside his window however wasn’t going to let him get away with it. Just as Rowan felt himself slip away again, in the warm recesses of his mind, the shrill shrieking of the rooster outside obliterated any notion of that happening.

“Shut up…” Rowan moaned with his gaping mouth open, he felt some of his saliva drop on the pillow in which he had buried his head to hold off the bloody noise.

But alas it was no good. The cock had no respect for Rowan’s hangover.

Defeated, Rowan opened his eyes allowing the light of dawn to enter them. Slowly he felt the soft sun light go through his eyes straight to his aching head.

“Ugh. No…” Rowan moaned again. But he had to give in.

He pushed the sheets of his bare chest. Seemed he also wore his pants from yesterday still. He didn’t even bother it seemed.

As he went to sit up straight he felt his head had a bit of lag.

It seemed to process everything a few milliseconds too late. And it ached like oblivion…

“Ah…” Rowan whimpered as he scratched his head softly.

“Seemed I did a bit too much yesterday…” He smiled. Remembering what he could of a great time.

He stretched his neck and stood up, scratching his crotch in a shameless manner as he tried to make his way to his wardrobe.

Eventually he managed to stop a bit in front of the big ol’ wooden wardrobe. And opened the doors. As he took out the clothes he normally wore.

<p class="MsoNormal">First, the chainmail… It was always a right bitch to find the sleeves of the bloody thing. It was a bit heavy when you hadn’t worn it in a while, but Rowan got used to the extra weight pretty quickly. It wasn’t that much of a burden. After that, he kicked off those bloody pants and took his soft and comfortable trousers. They slid along his waist like a glove. Once they had reached a good height. Rowan fastened them with the laces inside. And formed a simple knot. One that was easy to undo If he had to go. He went to sit back on his bed as he grabbed the linen leg wraps. Which he carefully rolled around his lower legs and feet. Where they ended up as a sort of socks. After that was done he grabbed it leather shoes and planted his feet into them.

<p class="MsoNormal">“There, nice and warm.” Rowan sounded. Proud he could still roll up his leg wraps without a problem.

<p class="MsoNormal">He stood up and took his biggest clothing accessory: his blue kyrtill tunic. Which was a long piece of cloth a lot of Nords started to wear. He pulled the big piece of cloth over his head and chainmail until it sat nice. The keyhole neckline was decorated with geometrical symbols of Mara. They were braided in with a thick golden bit of string.

<p class="MsoNormal">And lastly he took up his belt and banded the tunic together at his waist. Where he could easily grab his silver sword out of its locket. The diagonal belt with his quiver and bow were on Olafdakkar, if he recalled correctly. But he only, hopefully, would need those for hunting.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he walked over to the basin to quickly wash his face, so he was truly awake. He wondered what he’d do today. It was a resting day for most people of the town, so there wasn’t anything he could help his father with.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan shrugged and concluded he’d think of something, as he walked out to have breakfast.

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