A Prodigal Son

[ATiredVikingr 10]

((OOC: Soooooo I have been gone for a pretty long time well since half way through 3.0, and I saw that you all are trying to bring Adunia back to its glory days and I wanted to be apart of that sooooo I am coming back. Alzaan????? Um if you wanna respond to this rp post that would be great, and no pressure if I need to make a whole new char, I can do it cause I see you replaced me :P))

 

“Rymeul…. I feel as if I no longer know myself by that name, but I have wandered on and on verily I have rode and walked across meadow and mountain, across desert and snow I have traveled. At last I grow tired.” Rymeul walks along the roads ever winding, he has an unkept beard, his eyes are a smooth grey and he wears a tattered grey cloak. He is now a mear 50 years old, but being an Adunian, he looks no more than 30. Rymeul passes a wooden sign post “Welcome to Lochstaig”, no longer really caring what any sign reads anymore. Rymeul walks into the town looking around as we walks for the towns pub, as he walks Rymeul reminisce’s about the years when he grew up in halls of Ildon. Rymeul frowns remembering the passing of his mentor and father figure Artorus. Rymeul finds the pub and walks inside, sitting at the bar and speaks in a smooth but commanding voice, “I’ll take the strongest ale you have!” Rymeul sips on the ale “Wondering aloud but under his breath, “Thorenir where are you father? Have you but finally come to rest?”

 

((Second rp post so give me a little break :) ))

[Guest]

High Steward Daeglan MacCulloch doesn't care for Rymeul's blood, and barks at him. "Atlas, if t'at be yer fat'er, is out huntin'. 'E should be back soon."

[ATiredVikingr 10]

Nods looking at Daeglan with weary eyes, "Aye, so Thorenir is thus alive."  Rymeul lifts his mug toward Daeglan, "Thank ye me Lord." 

[Snake Plissken 637]

Thorenir does something somewhere.

[firespirit44 1323]

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