[OOC NOTES] I'll be posting a search for interest in a plot line later but before I can do so I need to pick some locations and set dates. That stuff will emerge from the prose as I write. Below is the beginning of an intro for the protagonist. Do me a lemon and don't interject just yet.]
The sun cast a comforting red light through the huge plate window overlooking the mountain range outside. Long shadows stretched across the wooden floor of a sparse but practical room, their tips pointing fatefully at the man sitting dead center on the floor.
An expression of fitful contemplation lay over the man’s face. The rich, red, light accentuated the lines etched into him by middle age and illuminated the heavily furrowed brow that spoke of a troubled meditation. He wore the inoffensive grey robes of a monk and naught else though he was not bald, possessing a naturally pleasing arrangement of graying curls which, like his straight, broad, horns, seemed alight with some foreign blaze in the evening shower of the penetrating red glare.
The book of dreams was left discarded in front of him, face down but with its edges perfectly aligned to the walls of the room. Sultus had closed the book for the last time, having taken from it all that he could.
The sun cast a comforting red light through the huge plate window overlooking the mountain range outside. Long shadows stretched across the wooden floor of a sparse but practical room, their tips pointing fatefully at the man sitting dead center on the floor.
An expression of fitful contemplation lay over the man’s face. The rich, red, light accentuated the lines etched into him by middle age and illuminated the heavily furrowed brow that spoke of a troubled meditation. He wore the inoffensive grey robes of a monk and naught else though he was not bald, possessing a naturally pleasing arrangement of graying curls which, like his straight, broad, horns, seemed alight with some foreign blaze in the evening shower of the penetrating red glare.
The book of dreams was left discarded in front of him, face down but with its edges perfectly aligned to the walls of the room. Sultus had closed the book for the last time, having taken from it all that he could.