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Hello! This is my first RP post, and I hope all enjoy it. I finally decided to start posting about my character's current objective, namely the further understanding of his unusual heritage by traveling to Sundren. His background can be found at my bio: http://www.sundren.org/wiki/index.php?title=Singul%2C_Omnigalas .
The armored fist flew and smashed into a wall adjacent to a slightly shocked Red Wizard. The strong mature wood gave in a little, being stuck by a blow fueled by much rage.
"Your answer displeases me greatly", the red armored man remarked to the Thayan. "And it shall also serve to displease our Lord Kossuth." The thinly veiled threat was backed by a piercing gaze from the man.
The Thayan, who quickly recomposed himself after witnessing the other's display of rage, calmly noted, "You and I both know that what I speak is merely the truth; little have I to gain from hiding anything from you."
With a fire in his eyes that was slowly growing in intensity, the Red Wizard added, "And you know well not to threaten me, Kossuth's favored or not, Omnigalas."
"Indeed", said Omnigalas, whose own eyes displayed black orbs that were flickering like the darkest fire. "You must forgive me for my slight...outburst. " Omnigalas smirked. With a bow, he said, "I thank you for your services, and I must now bid you farewell."
With that, Omnigalas walked off, barely containing his anger.
***
After a long travel, Omnigalas came upon his hidden camp, located on the road to the Gate of the Sunderer. Upon entering, a voice from the shadows emerged, "Good evening to you, Dragon Blood...your footfalls indicate much anger is within you friend." These observations were followed by a deep laughter.
Tensing slightly from the sudden words from an unseen speaker, Omnigalas quickly relaxed and nodded in the direction of the voice, "Your observations are correct, my friend. I finally had my audience with the Thayan diviners." Omnigalas spat at the ground.
"And what did the noble wizards have to say?" the unseen man remarked sarcastically. "Do you know where the being you seek can be found?"
Omnigalas' eyes suddenly lit up with a betrayed flame, "No!" he screamed. "There is nothing here, there has always been nothing." He clenched his red armored hand tightly.
Seeing his friend's anger, the unseen man carefully added, "I see...so the truth would seem to be that no draconic beings of the Red variety exist in this valley."
Omnigalas sighed, "Indeed...Iryklathagra, you bastard, you have truly had the last laugh..." He looked down at the ground frowning.
His unseen friend's confusion was betrayed by the man's silence. A few moments passed, and then Omnigalas added, "The great blue wyrm who enslaved me for a period of time...she told me to travel here if I wished to further my understanding of myself."
With both hands now clenched in rage, Omnigalas continued, "That cruel wyrm tricked me! She tricked me with her false advice, something that served as a way to waste what short time is allotted to me in this life."
The unseen man took all of this in, and then noted, "Does this surprise you? Surely you did not expect one of her ilk to..."
"Of course not!", Omnigalas interrupted. "But, some sort of false hope caused me press on." Bitterly, he said, "This is an act of jealousy. She merely sought to torment one who was of blood that was superior to her own!"
"What will you do then, favored of Kossuth, leave this rainy place and search elsewhere?", his friend queried.
Shaking his head, Omnigalas answered, "No, I have spent too much time coming to this place. If I am to tap into the power I am entitled to by blood, it will be on my own."
Omnigalas could sense his friend's eyebrow raising through the darkness. "Oh really? Quite a bold thing to do wouldn't you say..."
"Perhaps so." Omnigalas shrugged, and then kneeled down on the wet ground, close to the fire of the camp. "Now I must decline any further conversation. There is much to do, and I must give prayer to Kossuth in hopes of receiving guidance."
With that, the unseen man grunted and walked away from the area, leaving Omnigalas, already deep in meditation, alone.
The armored fist flew and smashed into a wall adjacent to a slightly shocked Red Wizard. The strong mature wood gave in a little, being stuck by a blow fueled by much rage.
"Your answer displeases me greatly", the red armored man remarked to the Thayan. "And it shall also serve to displease our Lord Kossuth." The thinly veiled threat was backed by a piercing gaze from the man.
The Thayan, who quickly recomposed himself after witnessing the other's display of rage, calmly noted, "You and I both know that what I speak is merely the truth; little have I to gain from hiding anything from you."
With a fire in his eyes that was slowly growing in intensity, the Red Wizard added, "And you know well not to threaten me, Kossuth's favored or not, Omnigalas."
"Indeed", said Omnigalas, whose own eyes displayed black orbs that were flickering like the darkest fire. "You must forgive me for my slight...outburst. " Omnigalas smirked. With a bow, he said, "I thank you for your services, and I must now bid you farewell."
With that, Omnigalas walked off, barely containing his anger.
***
After a long travel, Omnigalas came upon his hidden camp, located on the road to the Gate of the Sunderer. Upon entering, a voice from the shadows emerged, "Good evening to you, Dragon Blood...your footfalls indicate much anger is within you friend." These observations were followed by a deep laughter.
Tensing slightly from the sudden words from an unseen speaker, Omnigalas quickly relaxed and nodded in the direction of the voice, "Your observations are correct, my friend. I finally had my audience with the Thayan diviners." Omnigalas spat at the ground.
"And what did the noble wizards have to say?" the unseen man remarked sarcastically. "Do you know where the being you seek can be found?"
Omnigalas' eyes suddenly lit up with a betrayed flame, "No!" he screamed. "There is nothing here, there has always been nothing." He clenched his red armored hand tightly.
Seeing his friend's anger, the unseen man carefully added, "I see...so the truth would seem to be that no draconic beings of the Red variety exist in this valley."
Omnigalas sighed, "Indeed...Iryklathagra, you bastard, you have truly had the last laugh..." He looked down at the ground frowning.
His unseen friend's confusion was betrayed by the man's silence. A few moments passed, and then Omnigalas added, "The great blue wyrm who enslaved me for a period of time...she told me to travel here if I wished to further my understanding of myself."
With both hands now clenched in rage, Omnigalas continued, "That cruel wyrm tricked me! She tricked me with her false advice, something that served as a way to waste what short time is allotted to me in this life."
The unseen man took all of this in, and then noted, "Does this surprise you? Surely you did not expect one of her ilk to..."
"Of course not!", Omnigalas interrupted. "But, some sort of false hope caused me press on." Bitterly, he said, "This is an act of jealousy. She merely sought to torment one who was of blood that was superior to her own!"
"What will you do then, favored of Kossuth, leave this rainy place and search elsewhere?", his friend queried.
Shaking his head, Omnigalas answered, "No, I have spent too much time coming to this place. If I am to tap into the power I am entitled to by blood, it will be on my own."
Omnigalas could sense his friend's eyebrow raising through the darkness. "Oh really? Quite a bold thing to do wouldn't you say..."
"Perhaps so." Omnigalas shrugged, and then kneeled down on the wet ground, close to the fire of the camp. "Now I must decline any further conversation. There is much to do, and I must give prayer to Kossuth in hopes of receiving guidance."
With that, the unseen man grunted and walked away from the area, leaving Omnigalas, already deep in meditation, alone.