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Byrun stands over the dead gnoll. He flexes his sword arm a couple of times.
The lightning strike caused some damage, but it should heal normally.
His body was another story. Each step he took on his way from the Viridale was accompanied by stiffness and ache. He didn’t know much about “”Rain Elementals,” he just knew they hit really damn hard. Between the water beasts from the sky and the little hopping barrel, he was sure Magus Frazer was going to have quite a tale the next time they met.
As the lights of the Trading Post appeared over the horizon his thoughts switched to the Brigadier’s harsh, albeit true words. “The Game” she called it. She was able to sum up Noble politics in a few very blunt statements. That’s not what really bothered him. After her comments, he could hear his brother’s voice in his head.
“We don’t have friends, Byrun. We’re Nobles. We have employees, allies, and enemies.”
He finally set down at the camp outside his family’s home. He took off his armor and undershirt. He took a small mirror and looked over the damage the lightning had caused. A strange branching scar had formed. It stretched from his right palm, up his arm, shoulder, and ended with a few smaller braches barely forming on his right cheek. He’d never seen anything like it.
That’s not too bad. It shouldn’t affect my skills with my katana at all. Besides, Elite Ja’Mahri always said that scars build character.
Byrun put his shirt back on and fetched the sharpening stone and oils from his pack. He began wiping his blade clean then started to sharpen its edge. He was interrupted by the sound footsteps approaching. Quite a few from what he could tell. He looked up as a man in white armor, that seemed to glow, approached. Behind him were two vile and sad looking creatures. One could have been human at one point, but its eyes and expression left little doubt that all humanity had vanished.
“Well met, weary traveler. What brings you to this lonely place so late in the evening,” the dark haired man asked.
Byrun looked up. “These are my family’s lands. I live here.”
A grin crept across the visitor’s face. “Indeed. Well, its a pleasure to meet you, child of Hellstrom.”
The lightning strike caused some damage, but it should heal normally.
His body was another story. Each step he took on his way from the Viridale was accompanied by stiffness and ache. He didn’t know much about “”Rain Elementals,” he just knew they hit really damn hard. Between the water beasts from the sky and the little hopping barrel, he was sure Magus Frazer was going to have quite a tale the next time they met.
As the lights of the Trading Post appeared over the horizon his thoughts switched to the Brigadier’s harsh, albeit true words. “The Game” she called it. She was able to sum up Noble politics in a few very blunt statements. That’s not what really bothered him. After her comments, he could hear his brother’s voice in his head.
“We don’t have friends, Byrun. We’re Nobles. We have employees, allies, and enemies.”
He finally set down at the camp outside his family’s home. He took off his armor and undershirt. He took a small mirror and looked over the damage the lightning had caused. A strange branching scar had formed. It stretched from his right palm, up his arm, shoulder, and ended with a few smaller braches barely forming on his right cheek. He’d never seen anything like it.
That’s not too bad. It shouldn’t affect my skills with my katana at all. Besides, Elite Ja’Mahri always said that scars build character.
Byrun put his shirt back on and fetched the sharpening stone and oils from his pack. He began wiping his blade clean then started to sharpen its edge. He was interrupted by the sound footsteps approaching. Quite a few from what he could tell. He looked up as a man in white armor, that seemed to glow, approached. Behind him were two vile and sad looking creatures. One could have been human at one point, but its eyes and expression left little doubt that all humanity had vanished.
“Well met, weary traveler. What brings you to this lonely place so late in the evening,” the dark haired man asked.
Byrun looked up. “These are my family’s lands. I live here.”
A grin crept across the visitor’s face. “Indeed. Well, its a pleasure to meet you, child of Hellstrom.”