The Search

[mmat 7460]

 

He re-emerged close to the entrance of the Elven Conclave after days of last being seen, blackened with soot and ash, hands calloused and worn. All of the supplies he'd taken for the journey was gone at his return, only the tattered clothes on his back sustained him. Every inch of the man was blanketed in a thick grey film, as if he had delved into the depths of a volcano.

 

"I remain dormant, peaceful, sleeping."

 

He was totally drained of energy, and time almost seemed to stop in his mind as he walked, and walked, armed with a piece of knowledge which quite literally balanced the weight of the world on his shoulders. It seemed like an eternity after he returned  from his search, and an eternity more since he'd been before, that he finally reached the gleaming spires of the Golden Lance's majestic keep. 

 

"For one to take my piece for keeping."

 

The haggard Drake dropped to his knees, exhausted, he held himself up by grabbing the wall to his left side, before a single phrase escaped his lips.

 

"I found it.."

[__WaterFox__ 636]

Alirya raises an eyebrow then backs up from the gate

"If it is another corpse"she mutters as she reaches over to press her fingers against the side of the man's neck

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.