Orginal Post by: @Ranger
NPC Hosting for Unnamed Country and Wapol Pirates
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The Grand Line is a place home to an abundant variety of places with unique atmospheres. Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring islands. Among these, Drum Island, named after the recently fallen Drum Kingdom, exists as one of the winter islands.
It is a place where fuzzy thick coated animals spend their days roaming the mountains and snowscape of the harsh winter cold. The wind chills at night can press the air well below freezing so many animals need to burrow in the snow and make use of it as an additional insulator. But despite the harshness of Drum island, many of these animals are even quite friendly. Some say it is because of the kindhearted people that live there.
Like many cold and isolated places, Drum island is no exception in that it rarely gets attacked. Because of this the inhabitants have no need to a formal army. Instead many individuals on the island are militia men in addition to their normal day jobs.
Dalton is the chief of the militia here. He is as tall as he is serious. He wears a green coat with fur on the inside to keep warm and copper ring plated armor over it for battle. Slicking his short cut black hair back to allow him perfect visibility in times of crisis he also sports a goatee likely to help combat the drum frosts.
A tall bear sized lady with a curly bob of brown hair carries a plant woven basket. Even in the intense cold snow certain nutrition can find a home. So the people of this town often go on walks to pick off the land.
“Good day, Dalton”
She smiles with all her might as she trots through the snowing town of “Big Horn” leaving her house.
He is such a great man! Always kind, but always ready. Just look at how he is making sure everyone is ready for their trip. Such a man is fit to be King!
Dalton is at the center of town preparing men for a watch by the frozen shore. He turns as he hears a familiar voice and returns her smile with much politeness, despite seemingly preparing for war
“How are you today, madam?”
It’s gentle civilians like her that I guard this place for. The people here have been through so much recently. I need to be strong for them.
Dalton places a heavy green hat on that stretches down to his ears and then turns to one of his men that he sees stumble out of the corner of his eyes.
“Hey are you alright, Sven?”
He rushes over to help the man up giving him a strong shoulder to grasp onto.
Sven wears a dark green attire, similar to Dalton’s, but has skinny goggles over his hat as well. He has a much smaller frame though. Fluffy dark blonde hair puffs out from the edges of his hat and cover his ears in the hat’s stead. He is nervous. Many of these militia civilians have experienced battle first hand and were powerless. It’s why they look up to Dalton so much, because he is strong.
“Thank you, Dalton.”
He looks up nervously as he uses Dalton’s aid to help himself back up “I need to be a little more careful I guess... I- I just can’t help but think about what will happen if pirates return here every time I set out.”
The woman walks up to the militia “Looks like you’ve got a lot on your hands, Dalton.”
She turns over to the couple dozen members of the militia that are preparing their guns “Good luck today men, thank you for your hard work!”
Unfortunately this is the typical day for the unnamed island inhabitants since the previous kingdom was destroyed. A kindhearted people is not one that is mentally prepared for combat.
And so the woman leaves to forage and the militia, lead by Dalton, heads to the shore to keep watch for someone horrible...