Twist of fate.
Sept 11, 2009 22:10:40 GMT -6
Post by Mex on Sept 11, 2009 22:10:40 GMT -6
OoC: Anyone feel free to join in. The more people, the more fun, right? (:
My Key
Story
Thought
Speech
End OoC.
Mex had been wandering around aimlessly for some time after hearing news of his father, and has not been able to cope properly. Wrecklessly riding through Sacae, he finds himself at one of the southernmost mt. ranges in Sacae, a place he has avoided for some time now.
I have been training for some time now. It is time to begin the search for clues, I think I am ready..
He rides for awhile, and comes by the remains of the camp set up by his former tribe years ago. Just a few tattered animal hides here and there, sticks, things they used for the tent they kept him in while he was ill from the stress he put on his body. To a normal person it would look like nothing special, but living on the plains for the better part of your life will give you a keen sense to these things.
It's odd how one can feel like this.. it seems as though all of this took place an eternity ago, yet at the same time it feels like just yesterday was when..
He stops himself there. Thinking negatively will cause him to go down a road he had finally been able to stray away from. There was no more time for blind hatred towards the world. It was time to put the pieces together and find out what really happened.
My father was being held near here on his.. final days. I never found out the exact location, but this time I am better prepared.
With him he had a nice size ration of food, water, a few vulnerary's, his bow, and the medallion that was found with his father, his only clue.
If I could find out more about this medallion, that could possibly lead me in the right direction. I need to find a smith, perhaps he could tell me something about the materials.. I also need someone very adept in magic, who could possibly tell me more about the strange markings on the back of it..
Mex was finally starting to think clearly again, as opposed to his pure rage that was clouding his every thought before..
He searched around the campground for awhile, looking for anything useful, but to no avail. He decides to follow what he thought, and begins to ride in search of a town to seek help from someone more knowledgeable than himself.
My Key
Story
Thought
Speech
End OoC.
Mex had been wandering around aimlessly for some time after hearing news of his father, and has not been able to cope properly. Wrecklessly riding through Sacae, he finds himself at one of the southernmost mt. ranges in Sacae, a place he has avoided for some time now.
I have been training for some time now. It is time to begin the search for clues, I think I am ready..
He rides for awhile, and comes by the remains of the camp set up by his former tribe years ago. Just a few tattered animal hides here and there, sticks, things they used for the tent they kept him in while he was ill from the stress he put on his body. To a normal person it would look like nothing special, but living on the plains for the better part of your life will give you a keen sense to these things.
It's odd how one can feel like this.. it seems as though all of this took place an eternity ago, yet at the same time it feels like just yesterday was when..
He stops himself there. Thinking negatively will cause him to go down a road he had finally been able to stray away from. There was no more time for blind hatred towards the world. It was time to put the pieces together and find out what really happened.
My father was being held near here on his.. final days. I never found out the exact location, but this time I am better prepared.
With him he had a nice size ration of food, water, a few vulnerary's, his bow, and the medallion that was found with his father, his only clue.
If I could find out more about this medallion, that could possibly lead me in the right direction. I need to find a smith, perhaps he could tell me something about the materials.. I also need someone very adept in magic, who could possibly tell me more about the strange markings on the back of it..
Mex was finally starting to think clearly again, as opposed to his pure rage that was clouding his every thought before..
He searched around the campground for awhile, looking for anything useful, but to no avail. He decides to follow what he thought, and begins to ride in search of a town to seek help from someone more knowledgeable than himself.
