Ryzom

From the Depths Emerges a once well known Warrior. Dressed in the Black Armor of his Lineage, Daemion Sybaris DarkeFyre, Walks From the old trail and into the Darkness of the Sunken City.

Breaths in the Air Deeply. "I have been away for too long. Many long years have passed. Some Friends have retired, others Passed away. I must return to the Surface and visit those whom remain, and Help the Newer Generation."

*Visits Several Bars and Trainers*

Several Bars later
*Thesos Bar*
An Old and Wizend Pecos Cegrips "Ah! Daemion!, I haven seen you around in many a year"

Yeh Ive been Visiting my Ancient Homeland and many other wonders Thru-out Atys. Say, Any of the old gang hang out here still?

Hrm A Few do, Many have passed away. Im sure they would love to hear of your Travels. Say I still have some of that Firewine from your last Order. Want me to Tap a Barel?

Naw, Save it for the next Pub Night. Here I found some of these on my Trip, I know how you love to colect Old Artifacts. *passes a Matisian Royal Dapper* Enjoy old Friend. Those are quite Rare.
*leaves the bar in search of his Old Friends*

*a day or so later*

Heat and light flooded Jelathnia's senses as she materialized next to the Kami altar. Coming from the forest, where snow lay on the ground and trees obstructed the sun, the desert was a shock. But after making such a transition countless times in her life, she adjusted quickly. After buying a replacement pact, and with a wary glare at the small Kami who resided at the altar, she turned and headed into Dyron.

Long ago, she might have stopped at various merchants to browse their wares. But now Jelathnia walked directly to the material merchant, avoiding distraction. In the back of her mind she felt the presence of her young son, who waited at their home in the lakelands. She didn't have as much time to be with him as she'd have liked, so she was eager to return to him.

After perusing the materials the merchant was selling, and selecting a few potentially useful mats, she placed her bag on the ground and knelt beside it to store the mats and take out a Fairhaven teleportation pact. By chance she looked up and noticed someone sleeping nearby. Picking up her bag and hanging it over her shoulder, she stepped closer to the sleeping homin to see if it was anyone she recognised.

To Jelathnia's surprise, it was Daemion. One she had not seen for quite some time. She placed a hand on his shoulder. When he did not awaken, she asked to borrow a writing utensil from a merchant and wrote a note, which she placed in Daemion's bag.

note wrote:How are you?

I hope to speak to you soon.

~ Jelathnia