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This char Starts here

 

*tries first code again because working link is same as first one up there*

 

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*shrugs* Oh well

With an old mans measured pace he continues up trail crossing into the glenns that flatten out towards the small village. Small fields with hunched over farmers tending their daily chores dotted his sight. The signs of honest toil push the corners of his face into a half cocked smile.

 

Continuing his bantering conversation with the informative raven he watched the scenery change into tall grass pocked with the round felds of overly fat crops. Hmm, these lands have an ominous rune at the ruins but some invisible ward blessess this land. That is a good thing. I shall watcth for the ones of Wood and Seasons that aid these simple folk.

 

This continent was no stranger to strife and invasion, he had spoke to the local minor spirits and heard their histories, but he could tell by the friendly waves he and his two small riders drew that they had never been slaved or truly breaten. Another good omen. Small children paced along him and threw fresh dates to the "one eyed monkey" for which he did his acrobatics for them wringing cries of delight when it bound from their shioulders and back

 

He came to a place where the trail did Y. He looked left to see what the raven called hte human flock. To the right was a sort of communial roost. Betting on the chance of striking up some conversation with some vendors rather than chance any kind of tavern style altercations he swiveled left towards the circle of man made wonders.

 

The first thing he came into a large view of was a newer building nearest the junction. Swinging against the mid-morn breeze a large wooden plaque with a symbol of a straight  razor crossed against a pair of scissor decorated the facade of the establishment

 

Running a hand through his own waist long beard and mustache he gave in to the idea of a preening. It had been some time since he had seen a mirror. Giving Toshi a sampling whiff he wondered just what this proprietor wouldn't do for some of his few remaining precious coins.

 

He sent the sleek raven, actually named Killnarnee he now knew, to the open door. It flew with a light rukus to land at the threshold and spoke in a voice that was damn near human in tone, "Cut the hair- Cut the nail- flowers and spice- Cutter be where?" It cackled at its own symbolic wit.

 

((Who the Hell is Gideon anyway? Am I supposed to run him?))

 

 

((OOC: I think Gideon the Barber is one of Hi'el's creations/characters, but if he doesn't respond to you soon, I'll run him for ya.  ))

K

After conversing with the raven the old man understands that the interior is empty for whatever reason. Probably off for a spot of lunch no doubt.

He decided he would return soon

 

Shuffling away the old hunched man decides to move on to some of the other buildings in order to see what else is among the quaint farming town

Turning from the building he chose to visit deeper into the wares of the traders and merchants

 

It had been many years since he had followed Her to anywhere on the prime planes. The feel of the sun and the whisper of a breeze sifting thru the limbs brought a deep sense of contentment to him. It had been so long since the war  had been fought under the skies of his forefathers.

 

This part of the world was very much like his own in many ways. The ppl here seemed content and their open demeanr spoke volumes of thier well being.

 

No. Here this place was devoid of savage hordes of rot-brained berserkers or drones of daemons with a iron-forged agenda to meet a quota of reaped souls. This ground still bore greenery and the rock underfoot did not feel soft from eons of blood-soakings. But it might. He had seen it many times before. Too many in fact. It could very well take on the appearance of the ravaged Gray Wastes and all of the other battlefields in a matter of weeks.

 

The memories put him beyond sad but he could not cry. His old body was dry of tears. The scars ran deep and his soul was cut. A wound that even the father of time could not heal.

With all his resolve he had promised her that he would oppose Her with every fiber of his being. in this life and any thereafter.

 

He had made many friends along the path, but they had all past now.

 

He had seen the sigil upon the land. This place was marked for some reason. She would come. Maybe not in a year or even 50, but She would come in one form or another. And he meant to aid where he could when that came to pass.

 

But first he would learn. He would learn of these ppl and then he would decide who he would teach about the possible futures

 

The raven enjoyed the view from he top of his withered staff while Toshi slept lightly about his shoulders purring much like a content kitten mmight.

 

He thought of his friends of old; Pastori, Nalla, Crecibeus, Brother Formank, and sweet dear Lucial. His chin quivered but his lips curved up at the corners from the love he still felt for them all.

 

And he walked. He walked as he had done for times long past. He had outwalked death and he outwalked time. They would catch him eventually. This he knew. No amount of travel no matter how far or exotic would hide him forever.  But he would walk until his tasks upon the realms was done. He would give and if the powers were willing he would know joy at his end. He knew that his fallen comrades waited for him with open arms and warm hearts. And for them and thier kin he walked on the path to find Her and to end Her madness.

 

Looking up to feel the sun warm his face he noticed a thin whisp of smoke far to the East. he easily decided, Just a farmers work. Cleaning hedge or laying down an old building most likely.

 

At the same moment he turned his eyes back to the trail he saw the form of a giant red cross imprint itself on the surface of the sky. He blinked and he saw it no more. But the shadowy residue on his eye's lens made him curious. It immediately reminded him of one thing.

 

 

 

 

 

He lowered his hands to his sides and the eye rolled uphill into its place within his sleeves.

 

He shifted the hidden ring to activate its power.

 

With a subtle word he whispered the binding chant that bent the powers of the cosmos to his will. His body shimmered as if his form was made of placid water

 

And then he dissappeared.

 

Damn near falling to the ground the raven was left confused and complaining.