Post by Falcan Nightrode on Nov 19, 2009 16:21:23 GMT -5
….Dawn….
In Bruma the always snowy city to the north, was fringed and cold, snow flakes drift to the ground slowly as if dancing in a light breeze, in other areas leaves may had been doing the same thing. Only in Bruma where it was always cold, was getting colder as winter rolled in slowly but surely. Finely he had decided it was time to leave. Falcan, the Ex-to be Blade, finely admitted to his sins, telling there Grandmaster was hard and heavy on his heart, but he was given another chance to relive himself of this sinful burden he’d bared all these years. The Grandmaster, Jaufree, told him to go back to the place where he had committed this sin, and retrieve the fallen Blade’s swords, and finely put there souls to peace. And Falcan’s Soul.
Early that morning he rose up out of bed, looking out of the window just as the sun had started to rise and fill the sky full of some color. He got dressed, and inwardly prepared himself for the journey that laid out before him. Running a hand though his hair he sucked in a deep cool breath and went into the main room, then to the kitchen to eat a hearty warm breakfast. A few of the Blades and his friends were up, though most still wakening from there slumber. Afterward he headed down to the room where Luke, there Blacksmith, had repaired his weapons, as Falcan took them back in his grasp he admired the work. Sharp enough to cut a hair. He unsheathed his black colored bade and looked it over, it had been completely broken into, now there was no sign it had ever been. He looked at his shimmering reflection in the darkness of the blade, shimmering, his red and blue eyes stood out. he sheathed the blade and looked at the other one, though not broken, Luke had also sharpened and taken care of any damages. It was the same, both beautiful blades, the same as when he first discovered them many years ago.
He prepared himself. Lasing up tall thick water proof boots. A chain mail under his dark shirt and vest-like over shirt. His sheathed blade’s tired to the back of his belt. he slid on his red cloth, rapping it around his neck, it was light but warm, he pulled it up over his mouth and nose, also covering his scar along with half his face. He strapped a dagger to his boot. And lastly he pulled his dark with multi colors, cape over his shoulders, it was heavy also serving as a shield it had been though a lot and still held string with a few repairs now and again. He threw his pack of things he’d need of the trip, water, food, some rope, some pieces of flint, and anything else he may need ahead.
…..Morning……..
Falcan exited the main building and stepped outside the cold hair hit him in the face, brushing his hair back out of his eyes. It was cold, but he had gotten used to the most of it, but naturally it was still cold. He walked down the large stone steps leading to the large wooden doors, he was leaving without telling anyone? He thought this was best, not that he didn’t want anyone to come as far as being around them, but he didn’t want them to come, for there own sake, and it was a cold climate to have to watch out for anyone, other then ones self as he would have to go a little further into the mountain area, he disagreed to take a horse that would also need water and food to survive and be useful.
They opened the large wooden doors, naturally he let one of the Blades know where he was going incase something came up, and that Blade could also tell the Grandmaster for him. Hopefully being no inconvenience …..he headed out alone. The wind on his back and boots partly sinking in the show and making foot steps non-so-quite, he headed off to the North-East.
…..Afternoon……
Heading up the mountain path was easy enough at first. The only major problem to deal with here was the cold and wild animals. Though he had run into a wild wolf earlier it was nothing to comparison to his newly refined blades. It would take him a while to find the same cave from many years ago, but would know it when he found it, the nightmares so distant yet vivid he would know…deep down where he was going. After a while of walking he came to a bridge hanging open a deep chasm in the mountain side. He walked over inspecting the bridge at first then walked over careful not to slip. He stepped onto the other side, the lands were more flat in this area, and trees lined the other side of the path he’d been fallowing. Instead of continuing on he stopped and walked over to the edge of the forest and sat on a large rock, kind of cold at first, he then relaxed, he knew he needed to pace himself, or he would die out here. Even so he still wanted to get this over with too. But then again, could he handle letting go? He’d been living on something for so long, that sin, would HE ever forgive himself?
He continued to sit there for a little while and scan his eyes over the area before taking a apple out of his pack and rubbing it off with his cape before taking a bite. And relaxed for the time being………
In Bruma the always snowy city to the north, was fringed and cold, snow flakes drift to the ground slowly as if dancing in a light breeze, in other areas leaves may had been doing the same thing. Only in Bruma where it was always cold, was getting colder as winter rolled in slowly but surely. Finely he had decided it was time to leave. Falcan, the Ex-to be Blade, finely admitted to his sins, telling there Grandmaster was hard and heavy on his heart, but he was given another chance to relive himself of this sinful burden he’d bared all these years. The Grandmaster, Jaufree, told him to go back to the place where he had committed this sin, and retrieve the fallen Blade’s swords, and finely put there souls to peace. And Falcan’s Soul.
Early that morning he rose up out of bed, looking out of the window just as the sun had started to rise and fill the sky full of some color. He got dressed, and inwardly prepared himself for the journey that laid out before him. Running a hand though his hair he sucked in a deep cool breath and went into the main room, then to the kitchen to eat a hearty warm breakfast. A few of the Blades and his friends were up, though most still wakening from there slumber. Afterward he headed down to the room where Luke, there Blacksmith, had repaired his weapons, as Falcan took them back in his grasp he admired the work. Sharp enough to cut a hair. He unsheathed his black colored bade and looked it over, it had been completely broken into, now there was no sign it had ever been. He looked at his shimmering reflection in the darkness of the blade, shimmering, his red and blue eyes stood out. he sheathed the blade and looked at the other one, though not broken, Luke had also sharpened and taken care of any damages. It was the same, both beautiful blades, the same as when he first discovered them many years ago.
He prepared himself. Lasing up tall thick water proof boots. A chain mail under his dark shirt and vest-like over shirt. His sheathed blade’s tired to the back of his belt. he slid on his red cloth, rapping it around his neck, it was light but warm, he pulled it up over his mouth and nose, also covering his scar along with half his face. He strapped a dagger to his boot. And lastly he pulled his dark with multi colors, cape over his shoulders, it was heavy also serving as a shield it had been though a lot and still held string with a few repairs now and again. He threw his pack of things he’d need of the trip, water, food, some rope, some pieces of flint, and anything else he may need ahead.
…..Morning……..
Falcan exited the main building and stepped outside the cold hair hit him in the face, brushing his hair back out of his eyes. It was cold, but he had gotten used to the most of it, but naturally it was still cold. He walked down the large stone steps leading to the large wooden doors, he was leaving without telling anyone? He thought this was best, not that he didn’t want anyone to come as far as being around them, but he didn’t want them to come, for there own sake, and it was a cold climate to have to watch out for anyone, other then ones self as he would have to go a little further into the mountain area, he disagreed to take a horse that would also need water and food to survive and be useful.
They opened the large wooden doors, naturally he let one of the Blades know where he was going incase something came up, and that Blade could also tell the Grandmaster for him. Hopefully being no inconvenience …..he headed out alone. The wind on his back and boots partly sinking in the show and making foot steps non-so-quite, he headed off to the North-East.
…..Afternoon……
Heading up the mountain path was easy enough at first. The only major problem to deal with here was the cold and wild animals. Though he had run into a wild wolf earlier it was nothing to comparison to his newly refined blades. It would take him a while to find the same cave from many years ago, but would know it when he found it, the nightmares so distant yet vivid he would know…deep down where he was going. After a while of walking he came to a bridge hanging open a deep chasm in the mountain side. He walked over inspecting the bridge at first then walked over careful not to slip. He stepped onto the other side, the lands were more flat in this area, and trees lined the other side of the path he’d been fallowing. Instead of continuing on he stopped and walked over to the edge of the forest and sat on a large rock, kind of cold at first, he then relaxed, he knew he needed to pace himself, or he would die out here. Even so he still wanted to get this over with too. But then again, could he handle letting go? He’d been living on something for so long, that sin, would HE ever forgive himself?
He continued to sit there for a little while and scan his eyes over the area before taking a apple out of his pack and rubbing it off with his cape before taking a bite. And relaxed for the time being………
