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It wasn't long after the conversation in the Second Wind that Tyranus began collecting the necessary supplies needed for his trip into the Spine. After collecting his winter and mining gear he finished some paperwork that needed to be completed before his trip North. He then met with James, explained the arrangement to send his mail to James while he was away and that if any trouble came up to contact him with his boogaloos. Tyranus left Mirakus shortly after, leaving with his supplies, equipment and his faith that he would be successful.
The beginning of his trip lead him through rising beauty that is Aquor, which was still recovering from the last battle in and around its streets. Like a Phoenix, it was slowly being reborn from the ashes of the past. It wasn't long after passing though the gates that he was once again reminded about the recent events with his dear friend Sandro, the same person he fought beside to save the city. Tyranus, still pained by the recent betrayal from his friend, didn't know how he should feel when he lied to him about the sword. He hoped Sandro would say sorry soon and not give him mean stares from the Enclave windows.
Leaving the city behind him, Tyranus made his way up the slow climb North. Following the path towards the caravan post, he made the trek in no time. Seeing it as a good place to rest before setting out again he watched as the hard working dwarves and Blackwood mercenaries kept the caravans in motion. He was proud of the young lads that kept those caravans safe in such a dangerous climate and commended those he saw hard at work and drank with cousins on break from the return trip from the Hold. Re-energized and in joyful spirit, Tyranus set out in the afternoon before it was to dark to continue deeper into the Spine.
Tyranus journeyed for the rest of the day, determined to find a suitable place to start his work.
He had heard rumors of grand temples in large caverns, of great sacrificial fires that burned for Abbathor. Before setting out he knew that he easily could have found a cavern to his liking and killed whatever inhabitants laid inside, he was the Hero of Viridale™ after all! A challenge was what he sought. Though finding a cavern might have been the proper thing to do, nothing about Tyranus nor his madness for greed was proper! He saw no challenge in doing something he had done a dozen times! He accepted the challenge of creating the cavern with his own hands, a temple to Abbathor made into fruition by his desire for treasure and the respect for the God that kept it bountiful. In the end, the temple would be the embodiment of everything that was Tyranus and his character. And the added possibility of coming across treasures deep in the mountain through careful mining were just as encouraging.
After finding a location he believed hidden well enough off the beaten path and in the shadow of a great mountain Tyranus said a prayer to Dumathoin and began his great work, creating the entrance way. . .
The beginning of his trip lead him through rising beauty that is Aquor, which was still recovering from the last battle in and around its streets. Like a Phoenix, it was slowly being reborn from the ashes of the past. It wasn't long after passing though the gates that he was once again reminded about the recent events with his dear friend Sandro, the same person he fought beside to save the city. Tyranus, still pained by the recent betrayal from his friend, didn't know how he should feel when he lied to him about the sword. He hoped Sandro would say sorry soon and not give him mean stares from the Enclave windows.
Leaving the city behind him, Tyranus made his way up the slow climb North. Following the path towards the caravan post, he made the trek in no time. Seeing it as a good place to rest before setting out again he watched as the hard working dwarves and Blackwood mercenaries kept the caravans in motion. He was proud of the young lads that kept those caravans safe in such a dangerous climate and commended those he saw hard at work and drank with cousins on break from the return trip from the Hold. Re-energized and in joyful spirit, Tyranus set out in the afternoon before it was to dark to continue deeper into the Spine.
Tyranus journeyed for the rest of the day, determined to find a suitable place to start his work.
He had heard rumors of grand temples in large caverns, of great sacrificial fires that burned for Abbathor. Before setting out he knew that he easily could have found a cavern to his liking and killed whatever inhabitants laid inside, he was the Hero of Viridale™ after all! A challenge was what he sought. Though finding a cavern might have been the proper thing to do, nothing about Tyranus nor his madness for greed was proper! He saw no challenge in doing something he had done a dozen times! He accepted the challenge of creating the cavern with his own hands, a temple to Abbathor made into fruition by his desire for treasure and the respect for the God that kept it bountiful. In the end, the temple would be the embodiment of everything that was Tyranus and his character. And the added possibility of coming across treasures deep in the mountain through careful mining were just as encouraging.
After finding a location he believed hidden well enough off the beaten path and in the shadow of a great mountain Tyranus said a prayer to Dumathoin and began his great work, creating the entrance way. . .
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