Interview With Our Character

Another Activity we did with character development was to interview our character to get a better sense of who they were and any mannerisms we would envision them having through visualization.

My hands were bound and face masked. I was pushed to the floor into a pit lower then the ground I felt around desperately to get my bearings the soil felt strange and muddy when at last I was unmasked. The room was dark, it was a tent. I remember seeing day lights glow through the thin hide roof. As my eyes sunk back down  I nearly caught the eye of a devil rider as a I looked away with hast. To look a devil rider in the eye is to challenge him to the death. The laughter at my cowardice was silenced by the sound of ruffling. Someone of importance had entered the tent. Ever in the deep recesses of my mind was I damning this diplomatic mission Rome had assigned me as I sat in the pool of muddy blood. My looking down was ended by a woman's touch. A Sha man versed in a Germanic tongue wished to converse. I realized where I was, this was Karuks tent, the leader of the sea of horses. He sat to the left of me, my peripherals dared communicate this much. The woman asked, who was I and why did I come. I said I am Davus Aqula, I was sent by Rome to broker peace between our great nations. The Sha man translated. Karuk did not speak but, there was conveyance between the two. She said, there will be no peace. I asked if I may take this message back to my people. Karuk spoke with a heavy tongue, They are not your people she translated. Your people are what we call the Undica, brave warriors that stand with us, do not forgot you are a slave, taken from a land far away. I covered my mark Rome had given me. I paused, not to be defiant. I have family now, wife and sons. Please let me go back to them. She looked to Karuk once more. There was a silence in the room. A long silence. Eventually Karuk stood and walked directly up to the left of me as I stared at the sha man. My eyes began to fill with water as he moved for his waist. I looked down from the sha man and straightened my neck, for a quick death. My family was in my mind as I closed my eyes. A thud with a jingle opened them, it was a bag of coins. Karuk said, go home Davus, take your family far from Rome.

Image, It was difficult to get a accurate depiction.

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