Nathaniel Howe
Warden Commander of Ferelden
Canon Character
Noble
Grey Warden
Post DAI Timeline
DAO/DA2 Timeline
- Posts
- 183
((OOC: Harvestmere 24, 9:35, Afternoon, @Breanna ))
Nathaniel thought himself beyond bouts of depression that came long with thinking of Fiona. The simplest things could restoke a person's grief. News of the death of the Bann Brandon's wife Ryona wore heavily upon Nathaniel's thoughts. Bann Brandon was now a widower. He could not think of him and not be reminded of the anniversary of Fiona's death looming ahead in just under two months short time. Much had happened since that date. Love lost and then found. Hope gained, lost and found. The path ahead would be no easy one for Bann Brandon.
Physical activity helped to calm his thoughts and Nathaniel took to spending a good portion of the afternoon the day after receiving the news in the practice yard of the Grey Warden compound. His knuckles whitened as he twisted his hands about the leather wrapped hilt of his practice daggers and examined the sad state of the straw dummy he had practiced upon. A new one would be required soon. Many a Grey Warden apparently worked out their frustrations upon this particular target as of late.
His chest heaved from the exertion and he moved toward a small table topped with a pitcher of water and scrap cloth. He reached for the cloth first upon setting down his daggers, wiping away the sweat from his brow. The water came next, poured into a wooden mug for him by Pod, one of the orphans taken in by the Grey Wardens.
"We'll need a new dummy," Nathaniel noted idly to the boy before draining the contents of his mug. His hand reached out, holding the mug out to Pod whom quickly poured a bit more water into Nathaniel's cup.
Pod nodded, "I'll let them know, mi'lord."
Nathaniel had corrected Pod many times. Within the walls of the compound, he did not wish to be addressed as a nobleman. That particular dressing was for others, not for the Grey Wardens or those within their employ. Some habits, however, were hard to break and Nathaniel let the slip go by unnoted - this time.
Nathaniel thought himself beyond bouts of depression that came long with thinking of Fiona. The simplest things could restoke a person's grief. News of the death of the Bann Brandon's wife Ryona wore heavily upon Nathaniel's thoughts. Bann Brandon was now a widower. He could not think of him and not be reminded of the anniversary of Fiona's death looming ahead in just under two months short time. Much had happened since that date. Love lost and then found. Hope gained, lost and found. The path ahead would be no easy one for Bann Brandon.
Physical activity helped to calm his thoughts and Nathaniel took to spending a good portion of the afternoon the day after receiving the news in the practice yard of the Grey Warden compound. His knuckles whitened as he twisted his hands about the leather wrapped hilt of his practice daggers and examined the sad state of the straw dummy he had practiced upon. A new one would be required soon. Many a Grey Warden apparently worked out their frustrations upon this particular target as of late.
His chest heaved from the exertion and he moved toward a small table topped with a pitcher of water and scrap cloth. He reached for the cloth first upon setting down his daggers, wiping away the sweat from his brow. The water came next, poured into a wooden mug for him by Pod, one of the orphans taken in by the Grey Wardens.
"We'll need a new dummy," Nathaniel noted idly to the boy before draining the contents of his mug. His hand reached out, holding the mug out to Pod whom quickly poured a bit more water into Nathaniel's cup.
Pod nodded, "I'll let them know, mi'lord."
Nathaniel had corrected Pod many times. Within the walls of the compound, he did not wish to be addressed as a nobleman. That particular dressing was for others, not for the Grey Wardens or those within their employ. Some habits, however, were hard to break and Nathaniel let the slip go by unnoted - this time.
Last edited: