The Quest Continues....
Feb 14, 2018 22:34:53 GMT -5
Grimnir Gurnison, Lady Frost, and 6 more like this
Post by DM Grizwald on Feb 14, 2018 22:34:53 GMT -5
*A cloaked and hooded figure covered in thick furs is seen leaving the Great Hall of Valkurs Roar. His dark eyes look up to the sky and he lets out a long sign, letting the night rain run down his face. His eyelids slowly close as he takes in a deep breath. Over by the pond, a commotion causes his dark brow eyes to shoot open and investigate the matter from where he stands. Realizing it's nothing important, he steps down from the top of the steps and makes his way across the bridge to the south east side of the city.
He walks along the old side walks, dodging city folk adeptly as he makes his way. His eyes wander the streets, noticing things he had never paid attention to before. He notices locals sweeping their steps, cleaning their windows, discussing the weather patterns with a neighbour or two, a group of children playing a game he had never heard of and the one outcast, sitting off to the side with a look of longing towards the cheerful youth. So much has changed. Children he had seen from a time not so long ago, yet to some a time long forgotten, have a home and family of their own now.
Finally, he arrives. The large monument in the middle of the south east part of the city, just out in front of Talbot's old inn. His steps seem heavy here. His approach is cautious. His hand slowly lifts and he rests the tips of his fingers against the cold stone side. A deep breath. A slow exhale.*
"It never ends does it here. This quest will always continue."
*The words leave his mouth no louder than a whisper. His other hand comes out from behind the cloak, holding four flowers: a bright orange chrysanthemum, a light purple moonshood, a deep purple anemone and a handful of blue dephiniums. He gently rest the flowers at the base of the monument and rises slowly.
His eyes scan the square again, taking in those around him until they meet the gaze of a young man across the way. The man would be just entering adulthood. His face a little spotted and his chin a little scruffy. The two just stare at each other. Memories swirl around in the hooded man's head. A young face comes to mind. Teared filled eyes and a look of panic stand out. He reaches out in his memory and picks up the distressed child, offering quiet hushes in attempt to calm the child. A booming crash is heard in the sewer behind him before the two are engulfed in a flame. The sewers, that's right. They were in a sewer. There were demons.
The hooded man gives the head a shake, clenching his eyes shut for a split second before opening them again, as if to shake the memory away. After opening his eyes once again, that's when he noticed it. There is some light burn scars on the young man's ear. The fuzzy faced young man from across the way just gives the slightest of nods. His own expressions seemed unsure. The cloaked man nods back, ever so slightly before turning and making for the west gate.*
"It's worth it."
He walks along the old side walks, dodging city folk adeptly as he makes his way. His eyes wander the streets, noticing things he had never paid attention to before. He notices locals sweeping their steps, cleaning their windows, discussing the weather patterns with a neighbour or two, a group of children playing a game he had never heard of and the one outcast, sitting off to the side with a look of longing towards the cheerful youth. So much has changed. Children he had seen from a time not so long ago, yet to some a time long forgotten, have a home and family of their own now.
Finally, he arrives. The large monument in the middle of the south east part of the city, just out in front of Talbot's old inn. His steps seem heavy here. His approach is cautious. His hand slowly lifts and he rests the tips of his fingers against the cold stone side. A deep breath. A slow exhale.*
"It never ends does it here. This quest will always continue."
*The words leave his mouth no louder than a whisper. His other hand comes out from behind the cloak, holding four flowers: a bright orange chrysanthemum, a light purple moonshood, a deep purple anemone and a handful of blue dephiniums. He gently rest the flowers at the base of the monument and rises slowly.
His eyes scan the square again, taking in those around him until they meet the gaze of a young man across the way. The man would be just entering adulthood. His face a little spotted and his chin a little scruffy. The two just stare at each other. Memories swirl around in the hooded man's head. A young face comes to mind. Teared filled eyes and a look of panic stand out. He reaches out in his memory and picks up the distressed child, offering quiet hushes in attempt to calm the child. A booming crash is heard in the sewer behind him before the two are engulfed in a flame. The sewers, that's right. They were in a sewer. There were demons.
The hooded man gives the head a shake, clenching his eyes shut for a split second before opening them again, as if to shake the memory away. After opening his eyes once again, that's when he noticed it. There is some light burn scars on the young man's ear. The fuzzy faced young man from across the way just gives the slightest of nods. His own expressions seemed unsure. The cloaked man nods back, ever so slightly before turning and making for the west gate.*
"It's worth it."