Mists in Arethor

[mylimo7 409]

The sky is filled with what seems never ending flow of clouds. The soil which is under us is cold and frozen. Many steps and muffled voiced are heard from the grand keep. The robed man aches through the streets of Arethor then stopping a bit outside the gates. He picks up the soil the flows it in the growing strength of the winds. The man walks disappearing into the mists of Arethor..

"My journey of life.. May has well came to an end.. In time I hope.."

( Will not take any time to explain )

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Patrick Horen lets a tear fall as the last good man in Oren left. The only one who had not fallen at some time, and had been with Oren from it's birth.

He saluted to the man, and walked with Aldrin to Ildon, where the time of great change was to come.

[racingbrother 226]

Henry, the arrogant son of the old one, sits upon the keep's steps. He is pensive and his visage is one of which would turn a man to stone. He reaches into his satchel and pulls out a notepad and begins to sketch the landscape of his homeland... Ager. The boy sketches that of the most beautiful pieces of work any man has ever seen. He finishes the sketch, and arises to his feet slowly. The motionless boy is now ubiquitous and begins to sketch the work of his father in beautiful detail.

After four paintings, the boy travels to the keep and lies the notepad on the throne of his father. He travels twenty paces and climbs atop the Ager keep. He looks over the magnificent town and begins to weep, for the attitude of a haughty, disdainful boy has been enlightened. He weeps that he may gaze upon his father who he had so dishonorably struck down the last time he saw him.

A man with a staff enters the keep and listens to the crying from the roof. He recognizes the weeping to be that of Henry's, and heads up to empathize for him.

"I know my boy. It is not tough just upon you, but also upon me and all the citizens of Oren. I've known him since the day my parent's sought it time for me to leave Cassandra. He's been a father to me, just as he was to you and to all who dwell in this great land."

The half-elf and the boy sit together, atop of Ager keep and weep until the sun dawns upon their faces once more.

You walk into the keep and look upon the throne. The curious notebook intrigues you. You pick it up and flip through the pages. It is the most beautiful artwork you have ever seen.

[Scipp3r 451]

Patrick holds his hand to his heart in despair then salutes "Good bye old friend.." He then looks for his will.

[mylimo7 409]

(Nice Try Scipp3r but no :wink: )

[ski_king3 0]

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