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Azaroth Incubus (New Player)
It weighed heavily upon his heart the choice he had before him. On the one hand he could stay here, take care of his mother and sister, the last remnants of him family.
The other option was to push forward, to get a start on his life. Being the chosen of Tempus was a great honor. The same honor his long dead father had also once held.
Even as a child he remembered his fathers pride in serving Tempus. His sheild, his Boar spear. The warmth and the excitment of hearing stories of his battles. The earthy smell when he returned from a long trip. All the while bearing gifts for us upon his return.
It had been awhile since he had though of him. He felt angry at himself becuase he couldn't remember the details of his face. The fading of his memory assulted him, saddened him.
"Why so sad looking again my Son?" spoke a soft voice.
"It's nothing, it's just."
"I know" a soft hand upon his shoulder puts him at ease.
"I need to talk to you mother. I've made my choice."
"I know you have I can see it in your eyes." the hand moves to his face and touches it gently.
"You have so much of your father in you, my son. His wanderlust."
"I'll leave before my sister returns, because If she knows, she will turn my heart back from this choice."
"She will be cross with you Azaroth, she won't understand." the soft hand drops to her side.
"I know, but she will forgive me."
(to be continued)
The other option was to push forward, to get a start on his life. Being the chosen of Tempus was a great honor. The same honor his long dead father had also once held.
Even as a child he remembered his fathers pride in serving Tempus. His sheild, his Boar spear. The warmth and the excitment of hearing stories of his battles. The earthy smell when he returned from a long trip. All the while bearing gifts for us upon his return.
It had been awhile since he had though of him. He felt angry at himself becuase he couldn't remember the details of his face. The fading of his memory assulted him, saddened him.
"Why so sad looking again my Son?" spoke a soft voice.
"It's nothing, it's just."
"I know" a soft hand upon his shoulder puts him at ease.
"I need to talk to you mother. I've made my choice."
"I know you have I can see it in your eyes." the hand moves to his face and touches it gently.
"You have so much of your father in you, my son. His wanderlust."
"I'll leave before my sister returns, because If she knows, she will turn my heart back from this choice."
"She will be cross with you Azaroth, she won't understand." the soft hand drops to her side.
"I know, but she will forgive me."
(to be continued)