A Tarus Returns

[Vekrus 396]

 

The day was a bit overcast as the sun was just starting to peak over the mountain tops to the North. A hooded figure walked along the mountainous ridge lines and across deep ravines. He walked over the final ridge and looked down upon the lands of Oren. Thinking back, he remembered when he left on his journey and Horen V was Emperor. Now once again looking upon the lands he loved he wondered what had changed. He knew deep down that something had, because something had changed in him as well. What did this change consist of? The questions, fewer now then when he first left Oren, still ran through his head. His return home is what he hoped would answer these questions. Removing his hood for a few moments he looked up as the sun warmed his face. He placed his bow at its resting place on his back and tightened the greatsword at his waist. Narrowing his eyes, he placed his hood back over his head and started his descent into the lands of Oren.

 

 

There was much for him to do and he had many questions he still needed to answer. He longed to see his family. He hoped that his sons had grown to become good men, even in the absence of their father. He prayed his wife was fairing well and that his own father was at peace with his son leaving and not telling him. He strode through green pastures and beautiful forests at the foot of the mountain and made his way to the only place he knew he could find answers, Abresi. This man had finally returned home. Talon was not dead, but in fact alive and he was coming home. As he arrived in Abresi he realized something, he would no longer go by the name of Talon, but instead by the name that kept him alive all those years in the North. He would now be called Slade Tarus, in memory of the man that saved his life more than once out in the wilderness. 

[Moot 1719]

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