The Trek Begins

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A warm breeze rolls on top of the dunes. The sand stirs up in strange ways as the wind hits it, the barren waste seems to be alive, yet in truth; lifeless. Among the many grains of sand lies several footprints leading southwards. The prints look light, yet steady in the sand. As the footprints cross a large dune of sand, a shadowy figure can be seen.

The figure's clothes flap in the wind, the curved blade shines brightly in the hot sunlight. A bow hangs on the figure's left shoulder, alongside a quiver of barbed arrows. Further down at his left hip, a small crossbow hangs alongside a small pocket of small bolts, as ammunition for this weapon. In his right hand he carries a small sack. Blood drips from the bottom of it, something round and circular lies in it, obviously the source of the bloodstream. The figure stops and turns his head up, staring into the crystal-clear sky as a bird soars down right above him. He stretches out his arm and the bird which appears to be a hawk, lands on it. They both stand quietly, staring into the horizon.

The figure eyes the horizon once more before he continues the trek, throwing the blood-dripping sack over his shoulder. The hawk flies off into the distance as the figure once again prints another footprint in the barren waste. Tall mountains can be seen far away, enclosed with mist and fog. The figure walks tirelessly through the dunes, with little to no effort put into the steps. It is as if it slides along, wasting no energy, yet zooming far into the distance with a steady velocity. As he passes yet another dune, the sunlight peeks through the mountain pass, just about to set. The ragged mountain side towers above the figure, who is determined to reach his new destination as quickly as possible. He takes a final step, and crosses the border of Levanthus, now entering the cloud temple region which opens up before him as he nears the end of the glen.

Hadrim Al'Farah observes the area from a distance. His trusty hawk flies towards him in the distance. He once again stretches out his arm, and the hawk lands on it. Hadrim looks into the eyes of the hawk, which lets out a familiar scream before he raises his arms, gesturing for the hawk to fly. He turns slightly, heading for a nearby road that had been spotted by the bird. Small tufts of grass peeks up from the barren ground, increasing in quantity the further he nears the road. Finally at the road, a man appears before him, traveling the opposite way. Hadrim raises a brow, before he opens his mouth to speak with the stranger. Hadrim's speech is fluent and formal, yet influenced by his heritage.

"Inshakur, Massa. I am Hadrim Al'Farah Jahvid. I hail from the sna'ad of the nearby deserah, and have been trekking for days. I seek the location of the temple known as "The Cloud Temple." Are you familiar with the name, fa'un?"

The stranger inspects Hadrim with a cautious look, raising an eyebrow at him. "Well, the temple is down the road" he says, staring at the blood-soaked sack of Hadrim. Hadrim replies with a nod. "Na'an, Massa. I shall be on my way." Hadrim turns, walking straight by the man and continues on his travel, slightly adjusting the position of the bag on his shoulder. The stranger behind him lets out a small sigh of relief, before he as well continues on his quest. Hadrim picks up his pace once again, rolling on towards his new destination.

[[say hello to my new character, a Jahvid Bounty Hunter/Assassin! Make sure you don't get any bounties on your head, or you're in serious trouble. I'll start playing him as soon as I get the skin ready.

Hope you enjoyed the read. Cheers!]]

[Enthreri 9]

((When I was reading this I was half expecting in the end you were bringing Islam to LotC >.>))

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(( ^ I'll just leave this here then, to please your ignorance :3

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/61800-important-jahvid-threads/ ))

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