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[Zeth MelGair]

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Zeth wasnt sure what had pulled him towards Umbra, but he was glad it had. Walking the streets of Umbra things had came back to him. Bits and peices of memories started to fall into place. He was lead to a house for reasons unknown to him it seemed so familiar but somehow strange at the same time.
Zeth let himself in and at once memories flooded his mind. Not knowning why he made his way down the stairs unto the lower levels and stood facing the eastern wall, there was something in there and he had to get at it. An hour worth of labor destroying the wall of a house that was once his and now belonged to some one else. Zeth Knew why he was led here.


It took Zeth two trips up and down the mountian to get the chests to the cave. He sat sweat dripping off of him, as he slowly opened the chest with all the books inside it. He slowly flipped thur the pages it was a jornual with different kinds of formulas and different notes on things he had done in his past. Zeth stoked the small fire and stripped off his wet clothing and settled in to go thur the books.

Zeth wasnt sure of the time he had kept his nose in a book, reading first one then another, then another until books where stacked in piles all around the cave. He glanced at the entrance to the cave only to see that dawn had come. His hand reached into the chest to remove another book but that chest was empty. He leaned back and pulled a fur over his body closing his eye with all the new information about him dancing in his head. The words Merci had told him and the words in these pages. filled in the gaps in his memories. Zeths eyes closed as his mind worked to put all he had read with what he already knew.
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[Zeth MelGair]

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Zeth awoke, for how long he had slept he had no clue. The fire was out and its ashes cold, The cave had an icey chill to it. Zeth threw the furs off him and the cold air hit his bare chest, sending a shiver thruogh his body. Zeths first though was of food. He stood and closed his eyes willing his body into the familiar shape of the wolf.

The hunt brought more enjoyment to Zeth this morning, he remembered his mother once yelling at him to stop playing with his food, as he stalked the snow hare. the hare was faster and could out turn Zeth in the deep snow but the wolf was strong and a miss step by the hare lead to its demise. Two bites and all that remained of the hare was a bloody mess in the snow. Zeth moved down into the valley for a drink of water, for all the water up here was frozen. As he approached a small stream its edges crusted over with ice Zeth closed his eyes again and this time willed his body back into human form. As he knelt at the edge of the stream and saw his reflection for the first time in many many months He was horrorified.

Zeth raced to Luna, it must have been a sight for a half naked man to run thur the streets of luna. bout he did not care. Zeth grabbed some gold from the bank and bought a new change of clothing. a pair of scissor and a mirror. and a bar of soap. with his shopping done he raced back to his cave. restarted the fire and filled as many bowls as he could find with snow and placed them around the fire. Once the snow had melted zeth poured one bowl over his head and began to scrub a years worth of filth off of him. He washed and washed until he ran out of water and still not feeling clean began to scrub himself with snow. Freezing and shaking so bad that he could not hold the soap He wrapped up in the furs and sat in front of the fire, thinking.

When Zeths body had stopped shaking he took the mirror and scissors and trimmed his beard. He pulled his hair back an used two long straps of leather to tie it into a pony tail. Zeth opened one of the chests and pulled out two smaller boxes. He opened each and set them aside. After dressing in his new clothing Zeth carefully removed the black armour form one box. He took his time and examined each peice before putting it on. It was a little big on him, but he was sure he would fill it shortly. Zeth then openned the second box he lay out each weapon looking at them closely. He fastened the specail made arms to his armour each with a spring loaded dagger in them. He then placed the belt around his waist. Another Dagger of Elvish design slipped into it along with a cleaver. He tied another dagger, by a cord with a wolfs head pendant around his neck and let it fall down the back of his neck. Zeth then stood placing two more black daggers one into each boot. His Kyrss hung in a scabberd at his left side. and his war fork went across his back.

Zeth removed another bag from the chest in it was a black robe, Made of the fines cloth it was light weight yet strong. when slipped over his head Zeth found that if he stepped back out of the light he could hardly see himself. Zeth Lowered the hood and took up the Miirror, staring at himself.

"I am Zeth MelGair" he whispered to the figure staring at him in the mirror.


"I am Zeth MelGair !" This time it was Louder.


Moving to the entrance of the cave and onto the small ledge. He raised his face to the afternoon sun. "I am Zeth MelGair!" He howled into the Mountains. His howl peirced the still and quite of the mountains and echoed down them.
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