Seeking a new way.

[PraiseTheLord 868]

He had spent so many days in Dâlzob Hûrûrz Mazauk that he had forgotten his bretheren in Axios. Simply wandering in exhaustion.

Where he left off, all was calm, all was well. 

Certainly that was still the case. He wandered away from the endless plane of war, to take a glance at the mortal world.

 

In this glance, his eyes swam over a number of things, return of the Westerlands, and much more. 

When Drokon had arrived in Stargûsh'Stroh, he had not even considered who would become the new Rex.

 

He say Orgoth'Braduk, sitting on the throne, the new Raguk Wargoth prospering, and much more.

Until his eyes caught something. . .

 

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Spoiler

 

 

I sat there, in my humble abode, for now. Eating raw fish and skipping pebbles over the water.

The wind was calm today, no further advancements towards them.

Familiar thoughts swarmed my mind 'Would they respect me?' 

'Would they know me?'

'Would they welcome me?'

 

Probably not, is my answer to all of those. I spat a fish's rib out of my mouth, it chipping my lip.

The sun was setting again, hopefully the wind better tomorrow. So close. . .

 

I am nearly there, nearly home.

 

 

[OzYmandi 647]

The Loreholder patiently awaits for whoever that is, wherever its going..

 

 

"Maybe he wants to hear some tales..."

[Dreek 1633]

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

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it.