[There’s something unnerving about waking up somewhere unfamiliar. His helmet prevents his confused expression from being visible as he sits up. This obviously isn’t Starkiller; it’s too lush and warm in comparison to the frigid tundra, and he’s certain this isn’t a planet he’s been on before at all. It begs to question how this has happened, and he’s determined to figure it out how this came to pass and why.
Based on initial observation, it seems as though many of the other people around here are just as disoriented as he is. Ren doubts they’ll be of much use to him, but that’s hardly a concern. Once on his feet, he realises his lightsaber isn’t in its holster. That is more of a concern, along with the growing irritation that he doesn’t know where he is, and his present inability to tap into the Force. It’s yet another thing he can’t explain, and one that’s much more frustrating than inexplicably finding himself in a strange place.
Ren is determined to get to the bottom of this, and stalks off toward the nearby stream, assuming that if he follows the water, eventually he’ll get somewhere with people and answers. If he has to step over the bodies of still-sleeping individuals to get there, so be it.]
b. draichar
[Ren still doesn’t have his answers. Or at least, not the ones he’d like to hear. If anything, it’s made him more irritated about his circumstances, but he’s able to adapt enough to survive. Still having the Force would have been incredibly convenient, but fortunately it wasn’t his only skill. It’s line of thought that brings him to the market in Draichar—he needs a sword and other supplies.
He managed to procure a couple items to trade off of some peasants he encountered during his journey to the city, and after some haggling with a merchant, he trades them for the much-needed sword. It’s strong, durable, and sharp enough that he’s certain that he’ll have few issues with it. It’s just going to be a matter of getting used to its weight, as his preferred weapon was essentially weightless in comparison.
After the transaction is complete, the merchant busies himself with another potential customer. Ren’s about to move along himself, but he pauses when a dagger catches his eye. That would come in handy too, and sense the merchant is distracted, he lifts it and pockets it as he heads off. The merchant won’t miss it, and even if he does, Ren doesn’t care.]
c. wildcard [feel free to throw another scenario at me if you'd like, or pm to work out details.]
Kylo Ren | Star Wars
[There’s something unnerving about waking up somewhere unfamiliar. His helmet prevents his confused expression from being visible as he sits up. This obviously isn’t Starkiller; it’s too lush and warm in comparison to the frigid tundra, and he’s certain this isn’t a planet he’s been on before at all. It begs to question how this has happened, and he’s determined to figure it out how this came to pass and why.
Based on initial observation, it seems as though many of the other people around here are just as disoriented as he is. Ren doubts they’ll be of much use to him, but that’s hardly a concern. Once on his feet, he realises his lightsaber isn’t in its holster. That is more of a concern, along with the growing irritation that he doesn’t know where he is, and his present inability to tap into the Force. It’s yet another thing he can’t explain, and one that’s much more frustrating than inexplicably finding himself in a strange place.
Ren is determined to get to the bottom of this, and stalks off toward the nearby stream, assuming that if he follows the water, eventually he’ll get somewhere with people and answers. If he has to step over the bodies of still-sleeping individuals to get there, so be it.]
b. draichar
[Ren still doesn’t have his answers. Or at least, not the ones he’d like to hear. If anything, it’s made him more irritated about his circumstances, but he’s able to adapt enough to survive. Still having the Force would have been incredibly convenient, but fortunately it wasn’t his only skill. It’s line of thought that brings him to the market in Draichar—he needs a sword and other supplies.
He managed to procure a couple items to trade off of some peasants he encountered during his journey to the city, and after some haggling with a merchant, he trades them for the much-needed sword. It’s strong, durable, and sharp enough that he’s certain that he’ll have few issues with it. It’s just going to be a matter of getting used to its weight, as his preferred weapon was essentially weightless in comparison.
After the transaction is complete, the merchant busies himself with another potential customer. Ren’s about to move along himself, but he pauses when a dagger catches his eye. That would come in handy too, and sense the merchant is distracted, he lifts it and pockets it as he heads off. The merchant won’t miss it, and even if he does, Ren doesn’t care.]
c. wildcard [feel free to throw another scenario at me if you'd like, or pm to work out details.]