Snippet #1832133

A layer of thick emerald grass covered the hills of Mintold, the autumn breeze caressed Rafien's body as it raced across the terrain. Simply admiring the beautiful landscape that he immersed himself in, Rafien took in the majestic sight that only those who have never seen Mintold can experience. Having not ever left Endune until now, he crossed the boarder into the first new country on his agenda. Rafien stood 5'6" tall, and weighed approximately 195 lbs. His brown hair was short except for the two braids that touched his upper back. The depths of is light blue eyes portrayed a strong and honest man. From the brink of his shoulders down to the bottom of his feet was completely covered. Battered armor coated his shoulders, and continued down to the side of his legs. Having armor that was tarnished and old, and not being able to afford what most would consider nice armor, Rafien had been looked down upon by those he came into contact with. A white shirt escaped around his collar bone and stomach, it hugged him tightly as to allow his build to be seen from a distance. His beaten, and faded tan pants stretched from his waste to rest on the top of his boots. across his collarbone and back rested a satchel with some personal belongings.

Black and thin was the strap that rested upon Rafien's shoulder thus holding the "Grey Raven." A unique sword that once belonged to his deceased brother Etian, the hilt called the country of Mintold home, as for the fact it was forged using the metals from Mintold's mines. The bottom of the swords blade is serrated allowing cuts to be made in a saw like motion. The rest of the blade-edge was perfect as if Grey Raven had left the blacksmith the day prior. The hilt was also longer than intended because this weapon was not intended for him, his brother's hand size lead to the hilt of the "Raven" being 4 inches longer than he would have liked. Though it was a hardship to overcome, this gave his fighting style individuality as new maneuvers were now possible that couldn't have been achieved otherwise. The final touch on the temper line was a quote from Etian's sensei "If your sword is too short, add to it's length by taking one step forward."

Raifen closed his eyes as if to simply enjoy the breeze, for never having experienced a painless wind while growing up in Endune. He could feel as his two braids moved in the wind and tickled his back through his shirt. For the first time in a long time Rafien felt at peace. Reaching into his satchel he gently removed his brothers journal. Rereading the last excerpt from it he renewed his determination and began to walk north to the capital. After all he was not here to enjoy himself but to give his brother's death meaning as he continued his investigation of the mysterious killings that manifested across Scarkim.
Maneuvering through the hills and light vegetation of Mintold, the capital city slowly crept into view. Beautiful was the only word strong enough to describe the elegant but strong architecture of the city walls. Having grown up hearing stories about the citizens of Mintold and their extensive abilities using rock Mediere, he had expected greatness but this was on a whole other level.