A New Land, A New Life

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Ever since he had first arrived in Vailor Vykk had no where to go, he did not have any family, at least none that he knew where they were, and he knew it was best not to search for them, his friends had all disbanded, going this way or that, leaving for their own families, or returning to their homelands in search of new work, Vykk had nowhere to go, he didn’t mind all that much though, he liked living off the land, hunting for food, making camp wherever he went, he enjoyed the solitude, a break from the constant fighting from his time in Athera, it gave him time to clear his head, he hadn’t been able to just rest and think about what he wanted to do with his life besides fight, he had fought all his life, fought for his rights, fought for his own land, fought for glory, fought for money, family, friends, false kings, true kings, nobles, peasants, farmers, Uruk, Valah, he fought for any and all causes, now he just wanted to rest.

 

 

Vykk Wandered idly around this new land, he traveled to the Valah, and to the Bortu, he even looked about the Uruk’s deserts, all in a search to find a place to call home, The Valah seemed promising at first, a minor house had called upon him to work as a bannerman, but he remembered how he had been treated by the Valah, how they rushed to condemn him and his friends, without reason or cause, so he decided to look elsewhere. Vykk traveled to the Uruk’s lands in hopes that they might remember him as an ally during the war, but he decided against it, afraid that the Uruk’s bloodlust might get the better of them, or worse, that his bloodlust may return and get the better of him again. Vykk looked on at the Bortu settlement being built and decided that it was probably best not to get to close, as there had already been too much bad blood between him and the Bortu after the war.

 

 

After he had traveled a fair bit farther he felt a nagging pulling him to the North, he figured there was no reason not to roam in that direction as he had nowhere else to go, he traveled for days at a slow, relaxed pace, making camp, hunting and trapping game on his way, he met some travelers here and there, trading some of his excess food and furs from his hunts for tools and supplies or just talking with them about the new land they had come to live on, but still the nagging kept pulling him farther and farther North, it pushed deep in the back of his mind, irritating him until he felt nothing but the nagging, he walked longer and longer each day, stopping to make camp even less, and hunting even less food the more the days went on, all that seemed to motivate him was stopping this nagging, to find what was pulling him North. Finally he saw a settlement being built on the horizon, he could feel he was almost there, as he approached he saw what was pulling him so far, his brethren, his own people, the Mali’ame, he knew what he was missing in his life, a feeling of home, a place that he belonged. Vykk hoped to himself that they would be willing to make room for an old warrior, for he needed a place that would accept him again, a place that he could feel proud to fight for.

[NicktheRed20 215]

In his tent in the Duchy of Adria, Nicolas puts an old painting of himself and Vykk outside of Fort Pyke on the chest beside his bed. "I wonder where that elf could've gone." He says as he looks to the painting "One of these days, I'll surely set out to find him"

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

The old way calls to Vykk of the Mali'ame.

 

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[Publius 4098]

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