Post by Ark Northwind on Apr 30, 2015 10:43:32 GMT -6
On the gatehouse wall of The Imperial City a tattered piece of parchment has been tacked.
"It has been many days since the last time I have seen fellow travelers, I have slept long nights in the hills of The Reach, fending for myself after last years events. It has been a long road to recovery, but since Meridia saw it fit to wake me from my slumber, I found it necessary to try and recover the body I once had. It has been a long journey down south, I traveled most of the way on foot, bruising the soles of my feet on rocks and cracks in the ground. I had to stray away from the roads as many would not find my new appearance kind to their eyes. However, my skin no longer looks afflicted as it once did, and my muscle seems to have regrown, I have yet to remove the wet smell of the earth that lingers upon my clothing, though.
I have spent the last year hiding in caves and surviving on Skeever meat, but now I am ready, if any of my previous companions read this message, you can find me waiting. I will be awaiting any who wish to rekindle our friendships upon the South Western shore of Lake Canulus. Although, I warn you, I am not the man I once was...
I am much more."
The note ends there, and looks as if the paper was torn all of the way across the bottom. however, a gust of wind rushes across Lake Rumare and hits the city wall, the paper lifts up and flutters in the wind, on the back, written in big black letters in the word "This Loredas".
"It has been many days since the last time I have seen fellow travelers, I have slept long nights in the hills of The Reach, fending for myself after last years events. It has been a long road to recovery, but since Meridia saw it fit to wake me from my slumber, I found it necessary to try and recover the body I once had. It has been a long journey down south, I traveled most of the way on foot, bruising the soles of my feet on rocks and cracks in the ground. I had to stray away from the roads as many would not find my new appearance kind to their eyes. However, my skin no longer looks afflicted as it once did, and my muscle seems to have regrown, I have yet to remove the wet smell of the earth that lingers upon my clothing, though.
I have spent the last year hiding in caves and surviving on Skeever meat, but now I am ready, if any of my previous companions read this message, you can find me waiting. I will be awaiting any who wish to rekindle our friendships upon the South Western shore of Lake Canulus. Although, I warn you, I am not the man I once was...
I am much more."
The note ends there, and looks as if the paper was torn all of the way across the bottom. however, a gust of wind rushes across Lake Rumare and hits the city wall, the paper lifts up and flutters in the wind, on the back, written in big black letters in the word "This Loredas".