Post by Luckbringer on Dec 20, 2020 19:09:31 GMT -5
Shana Tylim stops by the hin fist monastery a few times over the course of a few months. The first time she stops by she pauses for a quiet moment of reflection, before returning to her small house in the village of Shallybrook and her retirement. She bakes bread. She sleeps in late. She stares out the window at adventurers going by at odd hours and making entirely too much noise and grumbles thinking how she was so much quieter when she was an adventurer .. and yet .. a feeling lingers that she can't quite shake off.
A month later, after hearing about various dark forces near Shallybrook she returns to the monastery and offers them some of her stores. She donates bandages and supplies from her adventuring days & speaks with the monks/others and offers her encouragement and advice.
More days go by with baked bread and late mornings & more adventurers traipse by noisily and offer a tantalizing possibility of change amidst the slow, pondering days of retirement. Shana has more and more trouble falling asleep those nights, staring out at the stars and wondering what stars some other hin may be staring up at these days. She oils her silvered shortblade and checks the condition of her trusty shield, only to put them back in their well sealed box in the small hall closet with a mumble and shake of her head.
Another week passes and she bakes different kinds of bread. Makes more complicated meals with spices from abroad and even curries from Calimshan. Sharpens her woodcutting axe and uses different wood to heat her fire and food. But no matter how she changes her routine and what little wrinkles she adds to refocus herself, she still has trouble sleeping in late and the satisfaction of fresh baked bread just doesn't feel the same as it did the last decade.
Finally one morning she goes back to the hall closet and takes out her short sword and shield, staring at them for a long time before she sighs & fits her belt scabbard around her waist and fits the shield into a little bag that looks way too small, affixing it to her belt before she steps quietly out her door. After a few steps she glances around & undoes the swordbelt and tightens it again, but one notch looser, grumbling and shaking her head as she leaves the peaceful little hut behind.
A month later, after hearing about various dark forces near Shallybrook she returns to the monastery and offers them some of her stores. She donates bandages and supplies from her adventuring days & speaks with the monks/others and offers her encouragement and advice.
More days go by with baked bread and late mornings & more adventurers traipse by noisily and offer a tantalizing possibility of change amidst the slow, pondering days of retirement. Shana has more and more trouble falling asleep those nights, staring out at the stars and wondering what stars some other hin may be staring up at these days. She oils her silvered shortblade and checks the condition of her trusty shield, only to put them back in their well sealed box in the small hall closet with a mumble and shake of her head.
Another week passes and she bakes different kinds of bread. Makes more complicated meals with spices from abroad and even curries from Calimshan. Sharpens her woodcutting axe and uses different wood to heat her fire and food. But no matter how she changes her routine and what little wrinkles she adds to refocus herself, she still has trouble sleeping in late and the satisfaction of fresh baked bread just doesn't feel the same as it did the last decade.
Finally one morning she goes back to the hall closet and takes out her short sword and shield, staring at them for a long time before she sighs & fits her belt scabbard around her waist and fits the shield into a little bag that looks way too small, affixing it to her belt before she steps quietly out her door. After a few steps she glances around & undoes the swordbelt and tightens it again, but one notch looser, grumbling and shaking her head as she leaves the peaceful little hut behind.
