Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Handyman, King
Characters involved: Darius (Handyman), Ferron (King)
Setting: Sleibte East, Northwest of Eden
Time: Current, late evening
Weather: Cool, dark, lit by the moon
At least it isn't blistering hot like during the day...
Darius furrowed his brow as he continued riding through the open desert, his black horse Xander only trotting beneath him as he allowed his steed to take a break from the hard running they had been doing as soon as the sun had lowered in the sky. They had been travelling for so long in search of some kind of adventure, but alas, he had forgotten just how fickle the life of adventure could be. When he was younger and serving as a mercenary, the jobs always came to him due to the reputation of his group. But now, having to strike out on his own like this, he realized just how lucky he had been as a lad. Life had been so easy then, and when the wanderlust had returned to him, the man had hoped that it would be simple to find work in a world where danger was around every corner. But unfortunately, that was not the case. Instead, he found himself travelling from city to city in search of an odd job here or there that he might survive another day. But regardless of that fact, he much preferred to being out on the road again rather than studying all day long. As good as it had been for him to learn how to control his power and wield it like a weapon alongside his greatsword, he was glad to be adventuring gain; even if that meant killing rats in somebody's basement for a few pieces of silver.
And that is how Darius found himself wandering through the Nkazon Desert on his way to Eden, hoping to find more work out here than he had found in the west of Sleibte. Soon he would arrive at the Oasis city, and then things would hopefully turn around.
As these thoughts rolled through Darius' mind while he continued on his way through the cool evening air, he caught sight of something that caused him to double take. For a moment, he thought he had been imagining it, but as he moved closer, he became certain of what he was seeing. There was a body in the sand. Immediately, Darius stopped Xander and dismounted, telling the steed to wait for him as he stepped forward, his hood drawn over his head. He moved slowly, stepping up to the body which he could now see laying in a pool of blood that had seeped into the sand fairly recently. Glancing up to the top of the dune that the human found himself behind, he slowly began to climb it to the top in hope of seeing who had killed the man, and being prepared to defend himself if need be. As he crested the top of the dun and looked down to the other side, his eyes went wide at the sight below...
Players involved: Handyman, King
Characters involved: Darius (Handyman), Ferron (King)
Setting: Sleibte East, Northwest of Eden
Time: Current, late evening
Weather: Cool, dark, lit by the moon
At least it isn't blistering hot like during the day...
Darius furrowed his brow as he continued riding through the open desert, his black horse Xander only trotting beneath him as he allowed his steed to take a break from the hard running they had been doing as soon as the sun had lowered in the sky. They had been travelling for so long in search of some kind of adventure, but alas, he had forgotten just how fickle the life of adventure could be. When he was younger and serving as a mercenary, the jobs always came to him due to the reputation of his group. But now, having to strike out on his own like this, he realized just how lucky he had been as a lad. Life had been so easy then, and when the wanderlust had returned to him, the man had hoped that it would be simple to find work in a world where danger was around every corner. But unfortunately, that was not the case. Instead, he found himself travelling from city to city in search of an odd job here or there that he might survive another day. But regardless of that fact, he much preferred to being out on the road again rather than studying all day long. As good as it had been for him to learn how to control his power and wield it like a weapon alongside his greatsword, he was glad to be adventuring gain; even if that meant killing rats in somebody's basement for a few pieces of silver.
And that is how Darius found himself wandering through the Nkazon Desert on his way to Eden, hoping to find more work out here than he had found in the west of Sleibte. Soon he would arrive at the Oasis city, and then things would hopefully turn around.
As these thoughts rolled through Darius' mind while he continued on his way through the cool evening air, he caught sight of something that caused him to double take. For a moment, he thought he had been imagining it, but as he moved closer, he became certain of what he was seeing. There was a body in the sand. Immediately, Darius stopped Xander and dismounted, telling the steed to wait for him as he stepped forward, his hood drawn over his head. He moved slowly, stepping up to the body which he could now see laying in a pool of blood that had seeped into the sand fairly recently. Glancing up to the top of the dune that the human found himself behind, he slowly began to climb it to the top in hope of seeing who had killed the man, and being prepared to defend himself if need be. As he crested the top of the dun and looked down to the other side, his eyes went wide at the sight below...
