The time has come
Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 11:01 pm
As the snows of winter fell Turke knew it was time.
The rediscovery of the old lands raised a call too great to ignore. Where there was one there must still be others out there somewhere. Perhaps he could rediscover the lakelands of old.
For some time Turke had been saddened by the turn of events in the lakelands and Atys in general. The warmongering amongst the previously allied peoples. The Kitin enemy of old forgotten while the homin of the Kami and Karavan factions fight amongst themselves. The leaders of the four homin races seemed to have little concern for the homin they lead. Or perhaps they see further than the average Tryker on the street?
His enthusiasm for the rebuilding was blunted. Why rebuild while homin postured and prepared to smash it all down again? Most of his old friends had long since left. Some Elders remained but many of those were cynical or spent most of their time enjoying the luxuries of home seldom venturing out to help rebuild. There seemed to be less and less homin about and most of the young ones seemed hell bent on war. Perhaps he was just getting old.
He knew it was time to go. Quietly he visited with his old friends and guild, far too many to name, and said his farewells. Some were sad but many were glad for the time they had shared.
Dressed in his best travelling gear, his armour, shield and axe stowed, he set off into the darkness. The snow fall erased his footprints has he went. Never turning back for fear of not being able to leave. Hoping that Nine would be there on his return.
The rediscovery of the old lands raised a call too great to ignore. Where there was one there must still be others out there somewhere. Perhaps he could rediscover the lakelands of old.
For some time Turke had been saddened by the turn of events in the lakelands and Atys in general. The warmongering amongst the previously allied peoples. The Kitin enemy of old forgotten while the homin of the Kami and Karavan factions fight amongst themselves. The leaders of the four homin races seemed to have little concern for the homin they lead. Or perhaps they see further than the average Tryker on the street?
His enthusiasm for the rebuilding was blunted. Why rebuild while homin postured and prepared to smash it all down again? Most of his old friends had long since left. Some Elders remained but many of those were cynical or spent most of their time enjoying the luxuries of home seldom venturing out to help rebuild. There seemed to be less and less homin about and most of the young ones seemed hell bent on war. Perhaps he was just getting old.
He knew it was time to go. Quietly he visited with his old friends and guild, far too many to name, and said his farewells. Some were sad but many were glad for the time they had shared.
Dressed in his best travelling gear, his armour, shield and axe stowed, he set off into the darkness. The snow fall erased his footprints has he went. Never turning back for fear of not being able to leave. Hoping that Nine would be there on his return.