Welcome to Cove

Jemmy muttered to himself as he strolled along the path. His backpack was light, and his purse even lighter. This whole "lidge-hit-im-ut" business that Eason had talked to him about was really starting to get on his nerves. He'd not found anything to loot in nearly a week now, so he was heading down to Trinsic to see what he could pick up down there. Someone was ALWAYS fighting the Trinsicans. Usually it was the Yewmonkeys, and they always left some fair goods littering the battlefields. He had, however, been forced to avoid the British roads, and his journey was taking much longer than he expected. He somehow surmised that the old, faded sash he wore would offer him little protection if the British guards caught him, even if he managed to prove that it was a gift from the Commander of the Covian Militia himself.

Jemmy trudged on, his kryss patting softly against his leg with every step. The sun beat down on the dry mud road, and Jemmy knew he still had a long way to go before he could return to Cove.

[OOC] Hey all. It's that time of year again- the "moving back into student accomodation" malarkey. And, surprise, surprise, it's gonna take me a fair while to get back online on anything resembling a regular basis. I'll keep up with the forums when I can, though!

Take care, all of you, and I'll see you when I get back.

Scott, Player of Jemmy[/OOC]