Post by The Stranger on Apr 16, 2008 19:58:30 GMT -5
Qarl looked at himself in the polished copper mirror he had stolen from a noblewoman in Lannisport and couldn’t help but laugh at the completely different person who looked back at him. Discovering that he had a price on his head meant that he had had to make certain changes to his physical appearances. He had decided that it would be easiest to pass as a Tyroshi; he used to know a gang of Tyroshi thugs back west, and was confident he could pull of the accent well enough. Added to that the distractingly flamboyant Tyroshi fashion, it was the perfect way to go unrecognised.
He had straightened the locks out of his hair, and grown a goatee out a bit, then dyed both blood red. A mummer had done an excellent job giving his face a gruesome looking scar, and had provided him with the necessary wardrobe to complete the disguise.
Now he worked on his walk. Tyroshi walked a bit like Braavosi, there was the same light-footed strut, but in the Tyroshi it was more airy and calm, whereas there was a certain determination with the way the Braavosi walked. Finally it was time to chose a name, something as ludicrously loud and annoying as the people of Tyrosh themselves.
Habario Dealaha... he thought to himself, or Aarias Verriem... or Peorodo Bantiam...
All equally stupid sounding, but he supposed Aarias would suffice. With his name chosen he decided to take his new look and walk to the docks of King’s Landing, and see how effective it was.
Qarl was no stranger to unfriendly attitudes towards him once his birth was discovered, the Ironborn were widely feared and hated, but for the most part he did not have to deal with that, since it was never immediately apparent where he was from. But there was no hiding his supposed Tyroshi birth, and he felt the disdainful stares as people watched him move amongst them. It was not only the other Westerosi who looked at him with suspicion either, many a time he found men of the Free Cities staring at him with hatred.
It was a huge Volantene who approached him, his face all tattooed with black ink. He shoved Qarl hard, before saying something in bastard Valyrian. Qarl didn’t need to speak the language to know it was an insult. He made to walk past the man, when the Volantene grabbed his wrist and spun him back around. Qarl raised his other hand and used the moment of the spin to smash his fist into the man’s face.
The Volantene let go of the Shark’s wrist and reeled backwards, staring at Qarl with furious eyes. Qarl charged into the man knocking him down, then escaped into the crowd before the approaching goldcloaks could catch him.
Perhaps a Tyroshi wasn’t the best disguise after all, he thought to himself afterwards as he made his way back to the inn he was staying at.
Results
Qarl Drumm gains Disguises at Beginner
Qarl Drumm gains Unarmed Fighting at Beginner
He had straightened the locks out of his hair, and grown a goatee out a bit, then dyed both blood red. A mummer had done an excellent job giving his face a gruesome looking scar, and had provided him with the necessary wardrobe to complete the disguise.
Now he worked on his walk. Tyroshi walked a bit like Braavosi, there was the same light-footed strut, but in the Tyroshi it was more airy and calm, whereas there was a certain determination with the way the Braavosi walked. Finally it was time to chose a name, something as ludicrously loud and annoying as the people of Tyrosh themselves.
Habario Dealaha... he thought to himself, or Aarias Verriem... or Peorodo Bantiam...
All equally stupid sounding, but he supposed Aarias would suffice. With his name chosen he decided to take his new look and walk to the docks of King’s Landing, and see how effective it was.
Qarl was no stranger to unfriendly attitudes towards him once his birth was discovered, the Ironborn were widely feared and hated, but for the most part he did not have to deal with that, since it was never immediately apparent where he was from. But there was no hiding his supposed Tyroshi birth, and he felt the disdainful stares as people watched him move amongst them. It was not only the other Westerosi who looked at him with suspicion either, many a time he found men of the Free Cities staring at him with hatred.
It was a huge Volantene who approached him, his face all tattooed with black ink. He shoved Qarl hard, before saying something in bastard Valyrian. Qarl didn’t need to speak the language to know it was an insult. He made to walk past the man, when the Volantene grabbed his wrist and spun him back around. Qarl raised his other hand and used the moment of the spin to smash his fist into the man’s face.
The Volantene let go of the Shark’s wrist and reeled backwards, staring at Qarl with furious eyes. Qarl charged into the man knocking him down, then escaped into the crowd before the approaching goldcloaks could catch him.
Perhaps a Tyroshi wasn’t the best disguise after all, he thought to himself afterwards as he made his way back to the inn he was staying at.
Results
Qarl Drumm gains Disguises at Beginner
Qarl Drumm gains Unarmed Fighting at Beginner