Post by Talion on Mar 8, 2011 15:28:16 GMT -8
Nughlon far behind him, Tal looked down at the port city of Sulon.
"Ah, the sea air." Talion replied as he breathed deeply.
He had traveled at night, not willing to show himself so soon after escaping the Overlord's grasp. He had slept during the days, his presence known ownly to the few animals that climbed among the heights of the tallest trees. It wasn't a comfrotable bedding but it was safe.
His travels allowed him to think on his station in life, his purpose, if any, and what his future would hold. This trek was no different. He felt bad about lying to Byron, who was by now, dead. The Overlord had been weakend but the merchants of Nughlon stood no chance against him. Even if they did somehow unite in time to press an attack.
He didn't feel as bad betraying the Overlord, the guy was Evil. The Overlord, a new enemy to add to his list of People Who Would Like To See Me Dead He would worry about him some other time, right now, something else was on his mind.
The ring.
He had used the ring in many situations, including bar fights, small skirmishes, travel, lady-killing *wink, work (all legal of course) and for his own amusements. He had found it by accident on his 14th birthday after shattering his only known possesion connected to the time before the orphanage; a small dragon carving. He was as angry as he had ever been.
His best friend Tobias had deliberately sabataged Talion's chance of adoption claiming Tal had stolen a trinket from the headmistress. Another set of potential parents gone. He feared he would never leave the House of Joyous Upbringing, as it was called. So in a fit of rage he took the thing most dear to him in all of Aragohm and smashed it on the floor. He was suprised to see something shiny among the wreckage. Bending down, he picked up the all silver ring and examined it closely. It had not a marking on it it, save a small picture of a feather engraved on the inside. He new he had to hide it, so the ring stayed hidden under a floor board for another year. The year Talion decided his time at the House of Joyless Downfall (as it was also known by) had come to an end.
The ring.
As Tal traveled, he began to think the ring was something he needed to know more about. How had he come to have it?, what was the ring's history? and most importantly, how does one use it? The ring had no instructions and his knowledge of its uses were rudementary at best.
The salty air was not the only reason Talion chose to come to Sulon, it was because of a rumor he had heard, a mystic, known to hold valuable information on the Rings of Power. She was also known to be out of her mind but one does not dwell on such details.
If he could learn anything about the ring, the travel here was worth it. He vision focused once again on the busy port as he walked toward it.
"Ah, the sea air." Talion replied as he breathed deeply.
He had traveled at night, not willing to show himself so soon after escaping the Overlord's grasp. He had slept during the days, his presence known ownly to the few animals that climbed among the heights of the tallest trees. It wasn't a comfrotable bedding but it was safe.
His travels allowed him to think on his station in life, his purpose, if any, and what his future would hold. This trek was no different. He felt bad about lying to Byron, who was by now, dead. The Overlord had been weakend but the merchants of Nughlon stood no chance against him. Even if they did somehow unite in time to press an attack.
He didn't feel as bad betraying the Overlord, the guy was Evil. The Overlord, a new enemy to add to his list of People Who Would Like To See Me Dead He would worry about him some other time, right now, something else was on his mind.
The ring.
He had used the ring in many situations, including bar fights, small skirmishes, travel, lady-killing *wink, work (all legal of course) and for his own amusements. He had found it by accident on his 14th birthday after shattering his only known possesion connected to the time before the orphanage; a small dragon carving. He was as angry as he had ever been.
His best friend Tobias had deliberately sabataged Talion's chance of adoption claiming Tal had stolen a trinket from the headmistress. Another set of potential parents gone. He feared he would never leave the House of Joyous Upbringing, as it was called. So in a fit of rage he took the thing most dear to him in all of Aragohm and smashed it on the floor. He was suprised to see something shiny among the wreckage. Bending down, he picked up the all silver ring and examined it closely. It had not a marking on it it, save a small picture of a feather engraved on the inside. He new he had to hide it, so the ring stayed hidden under a floor board for another year. The year Talion decided his time at the House of Joyless Downfall (as it was also known by) had come to an end.
The ring.
As Tal traveled, he began to think the ring was something he needed to know more about. How had he come to have it?, what was the ring's history? and most importantly, how does one use it? The ring had no instructions and his knowledge of its uses were rudementary at best.
The salty air was not the only reason Talion chose to come to Sulon, it was because of a rumor he had heard, a mystic, known to hold valuable information on the Rings of Power. She was also known to be out of her mind but one does not dwell on such details.
If he could learn anything about the ring, the travel here was worth it. He vision focused once again on the busy port as he walked toward it.