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MadCeltUSA Sagan Wizard of Lore Posts: 79 (5/9/03 9:40 am) Reply |
Seeking answers... Arathorn stood in the street, before the villa that was the center of the Covenstead. His gaze was focused on the gentle seas that brushed the shores nearby. His learning was progressing steadily now. But one question remained for him. It nagged at him like an open wound that refused to heal. His time had been usurped by duties to the Collective, but, their Atalan allies now stood in possession of the City of Trinsic, Kaane as they referred to it. An ancient shrine to their fallen ancestry. And he once again had time to focus on his own quest. His mother had never told him much about her people. His people. While the Coven had become his family, and he held them dear to his heart, he yearned to know more of himself. And so he packed the supplies he would need for the journey ahead. He would follow Kree's words into a past shrouded by time and something else. Something that would bear close to home before it was done. The pack lay at his feet, bulging with the supplies he thought would be necessary. He began the gestures and the incantation that he had recently learned from Avalon. The incantation that would summon an ethereal mount to bear him into the unknown. He loaded the pack onto the shadowy manifestation and leaped onto it's back. He turned to give a long look at the Covenstead, drinking in the sight as if he may never see it again. Then he turned and rode swiftly towards Moonglow, for the ship he had chartered would leave ere the sun set. Taking him to an island that held the ruins of his past...
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