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[Tarothin Armunn]

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He sat in the middle of his room naked and in human form. Opening his eyes he looked upon the scene like he had many many days over. There were claw marks everywhere. Thin groves in the stone walls and what items that still remained intact. Books were shredded, table and chairs were shattered.

He held his hands out infront of himself to just stare at them. His true form. His true form. Never should he have forgotten it. They were dirty and unkept like the rest of his body. The room smelled of feces, piss and rotten food. Even though the servants had many times over tried to clean it all away, they could not ever finish. He would almost always wake from a daze to chase them out.

He wanted to be left alone in his thoughts. Thinking, always thinking.

That was when the thought hit him like war hammer to the face. Steadily he got up, feeling the pin pricks of invisible needles racing down his legs and feet from the lack of proper circulation. He must have not moved in some time he thought.

He now knew his next moves. His path, if you will. No smile played on his lips this time. But how to begin? That was the question that plagued him the most in his mind.

He walked over to the door and opened it. His eyes squinting at the candle light until they adjusted fully. A nearby servant stood in shock staring at him.

Reaching up to grab his fully long beard and then his wild unkept hair he said to the servant two things: "How long has passed and I need to be cleaned."

[Ditto Armunn]

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Juju Bean, the old housekeeper heard her lord's coherent voice for the first time in over two yaars and stopped short in the shadowy hallway. Had she taken one step around the corner she would be able to see him, but instead, she only stood there, watching the shock on the young mute servant's face.
Peering her head around the corner at last, Juju took in the sight that her lord made and noted that though his appearance seemed shaggy & barbaric, his face lacked the wild look that it had held for such a long time. It appeared as if her lord was finally awakening from his long bout of insanity. However, she also noticed the confusion that lay on his brow .... especially since he'd just asked questions of a girl he knew was mute.

The servant girl turned her head toward Juju in despair. To not answer Lord Amun could mean certain death, but how could she? Her savior and friend, Juju, once again came to her aid quickly, with a short nod and answered in her stead.

"Tis been o'er two years, Lord, but not quite three. We'll have ya all cleaned up posted hasted if you'll have a mind to come with me out of this here mess."


Juju saw to his cleaning supplies. While he washed up, she had laid out both a casual set and his soldier garb on the guest bed. Over time, he had destroyed too much in the master suite for it to be of use... not to mention the sickening unclean smell that now lingered there. They hardly spoke to each other. He was in his own thoughts and she was observing. Observing more what he didn't say than what he did. He'd not asked of his wife, nor his daughter. Perhaps he'd been more coherent these past couple of years than she'd thought and didn't need to ask. It was just as well since she'd not sure how he'd take the news that his daughter and a few loyal soldiers of the Dark Order had been tricked into a long journey.... a wild goose chase, nor was she sure what he might think that she'd locked his little wife up in the dungeon.
For now, Juju was content to just remain quiet and watchful, and very happy at the prospect that hopefully soon she could give the entire keep a good scrub down.

Admiring her lord's work at getting himself clean, she was almost startled at the way he turned and left the room. She'd forgotten what it was like when he wasn't either rampaging or throwing his weight around. But this... his mannerisms still very Tarothin like, were different. Different in a way that later Juju could only describe as making it seem like he was shorter without being shorter.

He had left the keep silently. No questions about his family. No demands. No tirades. Just walked out the door and down the walk path til she could see him no more.
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The Dark Lady, Ditto Armunn, D|O -(hawk# 232286048 )
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Quote: "Oh Great! First I get stabbed and now I'm bleeding!" - Ditto
[quote="Tarothin Armunn"]I know and I have mood swings like a pregnant woman at times. :/ I'm very random.[/quote]