A New Citizen Arrives

[Dasaro 11]

((Ignore the blade and shivs, this is just a concept art, and he will have a blade in battle. He is not an assassin!))

It was raining out that night... the sky was pitch black, and the moon was covered with dark storm clouds. The guards were standing watch on the Norjun gates. A flash of lighting and a crack of thunder filled the night air. One of the guards looked in the distance, the sight of a black figure running past, illuminated by the lightning, caught the guard's eye in the distance.

The guard ran up the stone steps leading to the archer's tower, the wooden hilt of his bow in his hands, and a quiver of arrows on his back. As the guard arrived at the archer's tower, another bolt of lightning struck feet away from him. The guards hair stood up and beads of sweat poured down his head, fear overwhelming him.

The lightning isn't what scared him though... what scared him, was that the black figure... was right in front of his face. The black figure turned out to be a man, but men can be just as dangerous as monsters, the guard was on high alert, his bow and arrow aimed at the man's face, just in case the man attempted to make a move.

The man had a gray hood on and was kneeling on one of the stone blocks of the wall of the archer's tower. The man was looking down, but the guard could see that the man had a straight face.

The man finally moved his arm upwards, the guard about to release his arrow, but all the man was doing was pulling down his hood. As the hood went down to the man's shoulders, long shaggy brown hair, popped out, finally free from the containment of the hood. The man looked up as the guard, the man's diamond-like blue eyes showing through the darkness. The man nodded at the guard and smiled.

"Hi there..." The man spoke, his deep voice cut through the air.

"How did you do that sir? I mean... how did you get over the tower?" The guard seemed puzzled, but his voice was in awe.

"Practice. And by practice I mean knowing how to use your environment since you were a boy. My father was an elf, but my mums was a human... my mum died in a fire started by the crazed king of Akricio, the little village we live in. My dad slit the kings throat in revenge, but all of the kings knights came after my father. I remember my father carrying me, I was about... ten elven years old back then. The only thing I remember after that was that my father and I were always on the run. My father being a very agile elf, always used nature around him to his advantage. He taught me to scale trees and to jump branches... and just... climb. That's how we survived all those years that the kings men were seeking us. Years had passed and I was about... 14. We reached the border of another island I do not know the name of... and the kings men were hot on our tails, merely only 500 paces behind us. My father and I knew we could never make it through the ocean if we swam. My father nodded at me... and told me that "My time had come, to show my teachings. But his time had expired, and it was time to let my father... and my teacher go." I knew what he had meant by that... he was going to stall the king's men and sacrifice himself for me. He walked the opposite way of the ocean, towards the kings men, to give me time to scan my surroundings. I quickly saw a bit of wood floating on the ocean's blue waters, and decided I must take that opportunity, that the Gods had given me a chance. I swam out to the large plank and crawled on, I was very skinny at the time, so the wood held me up, a wave came in, and it drifted me out.

I eventually arrived here... and here I am today. But why am I really here you ask? I am here, to speak to a man... by the name of Aerios. I have... very important business to attend to, and I must speak with him now! A monk at the Cloud Temple by the name of Aaron told me I could find him here. Now... where is he?"

The guard looks awe struck, the man obviously having something important for Aerios. The guard lowers his bow and finally turns, to lead the man to Aerios.

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*Aerios is speaking with Count Trivane, his brother, when he notices an odd figure and a guard slowly stepping towards him. He aknowledges the Bannerman's bow and barks a command to him before looking up to the man, "Dru furte, drem hok." The Bannerman's speaks subordinately, "Juv Duke." before scattering to the gate. You may or may not recognize the language they spoke as Norjish.*

*Aerios then bows extravagantly, "Duke Aerios Vallark of The Duchy of Norjun and Noble Servant of His Majesty, at your humble service.". He then looks to the man through his helmet and awaits some sort of response.*

[Dasaro 11]

*Looks at the Duke, standing before him, thinking of a proper response.*

"I am Ambrose Tantalus, I come from the far away land of Akricio. I have come to tell you something... something about a scroll I had found in the Cloud Temple's library. It's speaks of a town called 'Norjun'. It says... something on the lines of...

"In the morning a great dawn, but when the traitor speaks, his blade will be drawn. A decision made by one, will lead to the occurrence of the setting sun. A darkness will rise, to black out the skies. Norjun at risk of being overwhelmed, the hero of legend, will have to put on his helm. A battle will commence, between darkness and light, a hero of whims, must take flight. If Norjun does fall, the darkness will not stall. It will stretch through the lands of Asulon and dominate us all."

"If this is true... we must act upon it now. I come to you now to offer you assistance if this problem ever arises. What I question about... is whom is this hero, and what of the darkness... and a traitor in our midst? If this is true, we'll just have to see... and pray that Norjun, does not fall."