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[seannie 7443]

 

A Ruthern’s Arrival

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Iv Joveo Ehr,

21st of Amber Cold, 1601

 

The wind howled, it pierced through the valley indiscriminately, tugging at the soaring conifers that spread throughout the land. Consequently, snow followed the wind, dropping heavy sheets of white across the valley; And unfortunately, on top of a ill-fated group down below, trudging along in the deepening snow.

 

The lead trekker appeared to be young, quite so, most likely just on the verge of becoming an adult; his hair was that of brown mixed together with gold, his eyes shone of blue, a sense of determination emitting from such as he struggled through the flurry.

 

Behind him, what appears to be his companions on this journey, are all cursing and groaning as they made their way through the pathway. One of such calling out to the lead-man,

“Adelwen!”

The young man turned about, an inquisitive brow raised as he wondered why he was called.

“How much further till we get to this damned Castle?”

The two would now be closed to each other, Adelwen letting his Companion catch up, he’d reply with much enthusiasm in his voice,

“Nearly there, we’ve just past the last marker.”

 

The unnamed Companion replied with a grunt, turning his gaze forth and focusing on his march. Leaving Adelwen behind as he quickened his pace.

 

The young man was left with his thoughts, pondering about the safety of his family, his duty, and much more. He must have being doing such for such a long time, for in the distance, silhouettes of towering shapes appear.

 

Upon closer examination, it appeared to be the destination the party had.

 

The grey banners flew in the wind, the wind fluttering them about, towers dotted the complex, the main structure rose high on the mountaintop, as if it were reaching for the heavens. Sturdy gates protected the passageways up to the central part of the Castle, a lack of lookouts clearly present as the party begun to finish the last stretch of their journey.

 

“Can't believe we made it past the warlines.” stated one of the Companions, accompanied with a sigh of relief. The group marched on, the gatehouses at the bottom of the mountain unmanned, allowing them to continue without being hindered.

 

“Do you think Viktor made it back before us? Last I heard he was off in Aeldin or some sort of place like that.” Asked one of the Companions. Adelwen shrugged as they walked the steps up the mountain, his heavy pack shifting about.

 

“Probably not, there’d be a lot more activity about if he was here, damned place looks like it's uninhabited.” grumbled the young man.

 

The party now neared the final gate, catching the attention of a singular lookout who was peering out of the opening in the tower idly, an expression of shock and surprise present as he scrambled into position in the gatehouse. The Guard proceeded to shout down after he got into position,

 

“Who goes there?!”

 

Upon being halted, the young man, stepped forth, presenting himself,

 

“Adelwen Ruthern, I have returned home.”

 

By Bone and Barrow.

God Wills It.

 

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[iris1612 1780]

Boris smiles from the Seven Skies.

 

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[Andustar 4143]

"Another Ruthern pops out of no where?" Viktor inquires

 

[Nathan_Barnett36 1564]

"Hmm, I don't know how to think of this" says Ivan from the seven skies.

[Birdnerdy 1539]

Arik strokes his beard.

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Ser Markus Lothston raises a brow as he walks back to his home looking at the Ruthern family tree

[gandalfo 1452]

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

 

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