Rufus Oryan
Journeyman
Joined: 30 Dec 2003
Posts: 188
Location: Lord Blackthorn's Castle, Britain
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 Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 9:34 am Post subject: Thoughts in the Outskirts of Nujel'm... |
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A bright orange sun rested calmly above the rooftops of the shanties that are tucked just outside the City of Nujel'm. The same sounds from years ago could be heard from the small homes; the loud noise of the moving city, voices of visitors, sounds of a better life...All these noises brought back memories to Rufus. He stood upon the small porch of a home he spent most of his childhood. It was a fairly niced sized home compared to the others; A porch, several chairs, a table, and an adjacent building, housing a small bedroom with several beds. This is the life Rufus came from. He closes his eyes for a moment, brushing the cresent shaped marking under his right eye. Recent events light up his mind, as does the emittance of the bright sun above him.
"What have I done to this city? I have laid blame upon everyone but myself. There was a time where the well being of this city was the most important endeavor in my own life. Since then, much has happened, many changes; politically, mentally, spiritually...All growth for the better though. But, the fact remains that I am unhappy with the state of this Isle. And I suppose, it is truly my fault." Rufus pauses for a moment, as looks to the sandy floor, watching a small worldwind force particles of sand to dance about in the air just above the ground. A smirk fills his face for a brief moment, and he stares forward, thinking to himself...
"Mayhaps I do owe it all to myself. My divorce...Sarah does mean so much to me. Not only as my wife, but as my Queen. And she has made her grievences against me public. Perhaps that is a life I should put behind me though. All this...my fault. Still, I ponder the essance of these happenings, and if it is truely all upon my shoulders. Am I not allowed to feel the idea of failure? Lonliness? Depression?" Rufus stops for a moment and shakes his head, "All hidden muses I suppose. I shant grumble about the happenings, but take action, and re-evaluate the purpose of the gifts I have been granted. I do feel bothered by the Legion's presence here...Nujel'm to them is nay as graceful as the humble isle requests. They dance about it in such an aloofness...almost mocking. And still...it is my fault..."
Rufus bit his lip for a moment, clenching his fist tightly. A man wearing copper chianmail armor, dressed in black sashes steadies his steed near Rufus's porch..."Milord, I do not wish to disturb, but in my scouting I must request that we make our exit post haste...There is much to be done, as you know..." Rufus looked to the fellow and noded once..."Thank you Rashid...Find Naissia, and meet at my estate..." Rashid bowed his head a bit, touching a small symbol of Ouroboros stiched in gold upon his black doublet. Rufus waved his hand a bit, sending Rashid off. He looked to the sky for a moment and a tear ran just over the marking on his face..."I shall right this...What I am allowed..." He opened his palm for a moment as an ethereal mount appeard at his side. He slowly closed his fist, changing the steeds hue a bit. Hints of crimson in the aethers that held the mount together...
Rufus mounted the crimson accented creation, and exited the Isle...
"Gundeth..."
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