Jonathon's personal mission.

[Jonathon]

Jonathon walked across the plains, sword over his shoulder. He was looking for any sign that Euteria had been in the area. If he could find one of their camps, he might have a chance to either save his parents, or get his revenge on them. After all, Euteria was manly mages, they weren't to tough to began with, he could just go in, take them out, get out. Of course, he hadn't figured out a way to get past the fire thing. He'd figure it out soon enough, he had time. "These guy's are good at cleaning up their tracks. He had yet to see any sign of life, at all. He'd only been walking for a few days, and expected to find something. "Where is anything?"

[Jonathon]

Jonathon noticed that the sun was starting to set. "Already, this stinks." He muttered to himself, night on the plains alone was even more dangerous then during the day. "I need to find shelter, but there's nothing around." He said beginning to run, he knew he would be killed if he didn't keep moving. "There's bound to be a tribe some where." He said, encouraging himself. "Come on, don't let me run into bandit's, or euteria."