Post by Radek Wilkes on Mar 26, 2018 20:06:56 GMT
With a groan, tired limbs lifted Radek from his bed, squinting at the new day.
He walked over to the window looking out over the tree tops of Yew and remembered fondly his service in the militia. He remembered Bladius' quick wit, heroic leadership and annoying talent with both mace and crossbow. He remembered Gotrek, as old as the trees of Yew, as sharp as the axe that fels them. He thought on; what he had been through, who he had buried, who he hoped he would see again. Radek had been feeling nostalgic for some time, with his children older now he had more time to himself. He had taken out his old cap, his badge and a few other prize possessions, but to what end?
"Just do it already! How many times a day will you stand and fondle that badge?"
Radek stirred; "Huh? - Oh.."
His day dreaming had been rumbled by his second wife, 'Stocks', a retired guards woman, mother to Radek's children.
He knew where it all was, his armour, weapons, kit.
"Maybe, just maybe.. "
He walked over to the window looking out over the tree tops of Yew and remembered fondly his service in the militia. He remembered Bladius' quick wit, heroic leadership and annoying talent with both mace and crossbow. He remembered Gotrek, as old as the trees of Yew, as sharp as the axe that fels them. He thought on; what he had been through, who he had buried, who he hoped he would see again. Radek had been feeling nostalgic for some time, with his children older now he had more time to himself. He had taken out his old cap, his badge and a few other prize possessions, but to what end?
"Just do it already! How many times a day will you stand and fondle that badge?"
Radek stirred; "Huh? - Oh.."
His day dreaming had been rumbled by his second wife, 'Stocks', a retired guards woman, mother to Radek's children.
He knew where it all was, his armour, weapons, kit.
"Maybe, just maybe.. "