Cylus 3rd, 718, Late afternoon, Dark, recent snow
Torqin smiled and waved at the merchants he'd traveled with from the docks. The carts and such disappeared down a small turn off into mid-town. They were friendly guys, he'd been on the ship with them from the Eastern Settlements. The Lotharro man looked up the road that served as an unofficial barrier between low-town and mid-town, having started at the gate that all who traveled from the docks entered through. He was home. It had been, immortals, eleven arcs now. But it was finally time to make everything right. To start his life a new.
He began the slow walk, a tall man in his shining armor, taking in everything he'd been missing, the sights of the clean, busy streets, the smell of crisp air, though not perfectly clean, because after all, this was a city. A true city. His city. And he was starting over, with nothing more than the armor on his person, and the pack over his shoulder. He looked at the snow on the ground, cleaning everything it touched, purifying it. A new arc. A new city. A new man.
He ran through the list of things he needed to do. Most important was find Lady Celeste. Return to the woman who saved his life. He needed to visit Drakengard, and see his mum again. A lump formed in his throat at the thought of her. She lost her son and her mate all in a single trial. He... he.. needed to figure out where his dad was buried. Apologize to him. Give his thanks for making him into the man he was today.
He needed to find a place to sleep, a rental, he didn't have enough money to buy a house outright. Which meant he needed to find a job as well. So many things to do. But the most important was Celeste.
And so Torqin pulled his cloak tight around him, only slightly obscuring the full set of armor that was too bulky and heavy to just carry without an animal, and moved along the road, heading southwest, to make his way for the Astedia Barony. To make his way to her.
She gave him his life. It was time to return it.
Torqin smiled and waved at the merchants he'd traveled with from the docks. The carts and such disappeared down a small turn off into mid-town. They were friendly guys, he'd been on the ship with them from the Eastern Settlements. The Lotharro man looked up the road that served as an unofficial barrier between low-town and mid-town, having started at the gate that all who traveled from the docks entered through. He was home. It had been, immortals, eleven arcs now. But it was finally time to make everything right. To start his life a new.
He began the slow walk, a tall man in his shining armor, taking in everything he'd been missing, the sights of the clean, busy streets, the smell of crisp air, though not perfectly clean, because after all, this was a city. A true city. His city. And he was starting over, with nothing more than the armor on his person, and the pack over his shoulder. He looked at the snow on the ground, cleaning everything it touched, purifying it. A new arc. A new city. A new man.
He ran through the list of things he needed to do. Most important was find Lady Celeste. Return to the woman who saved his life. He needed to visit Drakengard, and see his mum again. A lump formed in his throat at the thought of her. She lost her son and her mate all in a single trial. He... he.. needed to figure out where his dad was buried. Apologize to him. Give his thanks for making him into the man he was today.
He needed to find a place to sleep, a rental, he didn't have enough money to buy a house outright. Which meant he needed to find a job as well. So many things to do. But the most important was Celeste.
And so Torqin pulled his cloak tight around him, only slightly obscuring the full set of armor that was too bulky and heavy to just carry without an animal, and moved along the road, heading southwest, to make his way for the Astedia Barony. To make his way to her.
She gave him his life. It was time to return it.
