i. be our guest [Someone must really hate him at this point. This is the second time that he's been kidnapped in the entirety of his life, and the first time was enough for him. Although, he didn't have much of a choice. He was here now, and the parchment in his hand... Well. Second degree murder wasn't far from the truth. He always knew that murdering that man in self-defense would come back to haunt him, and so it did.
Whatever the case, he's here, and finds himself walking through fields to get to the windmill not far from him. He stares up at it, then over at the crates. Cautiously taking a step forward until one of the locals approaches him from behind and informs him of what's inside, and where to bring them.
It wouldn't do any good to upset the locals, and he would never steal to begin with. So, as a sign of good faith, he takes one of the sacks of flour and throws it over his shoulder. One hand resting in his pocket, as he starts to walk toward the area where he was instructed to go.
He may, or may not bump into you, as he's distracted by his surroundings and making sure that he doesn't die in this new place.]
ii. no something for nothing
[After lending a helping hand, he finally makes it to the village that he had been seeking out. A bit surprised that the townsfolk are so welcoming to outsiders, given the situation at hand. Still, he's not one to turn down someone's kindness, despite his more introverted nature. Even if the new situation at hand makes him nervous to boot.
After being dragged by some of the locals here and there, he's finally brought to the crafter. This is where he immediately tries to turn around, now reaching his limit on any social interaction. Astralin trying his best to be polite and skirt beside them, but even at his height at 7'0, they definitely have him cornered in. With kindness, of course.]
iii. wildcard [Hit me up with anything else! He's a bit of a social hermit at first, but he'll open up if you push hard enough. Feel free to DM or message me at hepaticas]
astralin turnont | original character
[Someone must really hate him at this point. This is the second time that he's been kidnapped in the entirety of his life, and the first time was enough for him. Although, he didn't have much of a choice. He was here now, and the parchment in his hand... Well. Second degree murder wasn't far from the truth. He always knew that murdering that man in self-defense would come back to haunt him, and so it did.
Whatever the case, he's here, and finds himself walking through fields to get to the windmill not far from him. He stares up at it, then over at the crates. Cautiously taking a step forward until one of the locals approaches him from behind and informs him of what's inside, and where to bring them.
It wouldn't do any good to upset the locals, and he would never steal to begin with. So, as a sign of good faith, he takes one of the sacks of flour and throws it over his shoulder. One hand resting in his pocket, as he starts to walk toward the area where he was instructed to go.
He may, or may not bump into you, as he's distracted by his surroundings and making sure that he doesn't die in this new place.]
ii. no something for nothing
[After lending a helping hand, he finally makes it to the village that he had been seeking out. A bit surprised that the townsfolk are so welcoming to outsiders, given the situation at hand. Still, he's not one to turn down someone's kindness, despite his more introverted nature. Even if the new situation at hand makes him nervous to boot.
After being dragged by some of the locals here and there, he's finally brought to the crafter. This is where he immediately tries to turn around, now reaching his limit on any social interaction. Astralin trying his best to be polite and skirt beside them, but even at his height at 7'0, they definitely have him cornered in. With kindness, of course.]
iii. wildcard
[Hit me up with anything else! He's a bit of a social hermit at first, but he'll open up if you push hard enough. Feel free to DM or message me at