Post by Exile on Oct 7, 2004 18:57:11 GMT -5
Wraknorian stood on the town place, and felt very out of place. Despite the unusual situation, he did what he had come for.
"Hear, my friends... I, and the child you see" he pointed at Sull d'Har Chiom, who was sitting on the street, his knees against his chest and his arms around his legs, "have a request for all those willing to take part in a quest most perilous..."
He wasn't sure whether he should mention the direct threat that was posed by Thiorex, or even mention his name... neither did he want to cause panic, nor did he want anyone unskilled with weapons and magick to help him - only those wakened by his call for justice should follow him. Ah. THAT he had forgotten.
He continued, "This quest of which I speak is a quest for good, to rid the world of a foul plague..."
He hesitated, as these words were very much unlike his pacifistic order... but continued, as he knew there was no other way. "All those interested in the good, and trained in swordplay of magick... please come to me. I will be waiting here..."
He sat down, and the small crowd that had formed instantly broke up and mingled with the other small crowds...
He sat down next to Sull d'Har Chiom, and asked him: "Do you think anyone will follow our call...?"
Sull shrugged, as if he weren't interested, then, in a weary voice, slowly, sadly, and hesitantly answered, "I don't know..."
Wraknorian sighed, and decided to wait here for the rest of the day.
"Hear, my friends... I, and the child you see" he pointed at Sull d'Har Chiom, who was sitting on the street, his knees against his chest and his arms around his legs, "have a request for all those willing to take part in a quest most perilous..."
He wasn't sure whether he should mention the direct threat that was posed by Thiorex, or even mention his name... neither did he want to cause panic, nor did he want anyone unskilled with weapons and magick to help him - only those wakened by his call for justice should follow him. Ah. THAT he had forgotten.
He continued, "This quest of which I speak is a quest for good, to rid the world of a foul plague..."
He hesitated, as these words were very much unlike his pacifistic order... but continued, as he knew there was no other way. "All those interested in the good, and trained in swordplay of magick... please come to me. I will be waiting here..."
He sat down, and the small crowd that had formed instantly broke up and mingled with the other small crowds...
He sat down next to Sull d'Har Chiom, and asked him: "Do you think anyone will follow our call...?"
Sull shrugged, as if he weren't interested, then, in a weary voice, slowly, sadly, and hesitantly answered, "I don't know..."
Wraknorian sighed, and decided to wait here for the rest of the day.
