((This is going to be where I post Daelus Bloodmoon's bio, it's going to be in a messed up order on purpose, as these are going to be dreams he's having of when he was younger, so bear with it, lads and lasses! ))
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"Is this the trail, Master Yaeger?" The boy's eager inquiry was answered with the back of a rough hand. "Blood and ashes! How many times must I tell ye, lad... Shut your mouth and use the bloody hand signs that I taught you..." While it wasn't the gentlest of reminders, Daelus knew the wizened tracker was correct. It was a cold comfort, as that did not stop the ringing in his head, or the sore burning of his cheek.
"Perhaps I should have just left you in the woods, to rot with your par-..." The old man cut himself off as he spots a mixture of blood and tears running down young Daelus' cheek. Collecting himself, Yaeger speaks, "Look lad... You say you want to avenge your parents' deaths, correct?" Daelus simply nods, seeing this Yaeger continues, "Well, I just want to give you the tools necessary to accomplish this task, and I want to make sure you get it right. I'm not going to waste my bloody time on some idjit who can't keep his trap shut, y'hear?"
"Yesh, Masht' Yaeguh..." The boy's cheek was swollen and red, and his speech was clearly slurred as a result. The woodsman frowned at this, wondering if the boy was really willing to commit to this hunt. "Lad, let's set up camp for the night... go fetch some wood for the f-"
Daelus woke with a start, his heart was racing and he was covered with a cold sweat. Like a madman, he tosses his cloak off of him and scrambles to his pack, hidden in the brush a few yards away. Tearing it open, he pulls out a sheaf of paper and a crude piece of charcoal. He heads back to where he lay and turns his back to the dying light of his fire. He then begins feverishly scrawling on the paper... I had a dream last night...
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"Is this the trail, Master Yaeger?" The boy's eager inquiry was answered with the back of a rough hand. "Blood and ashes! How many times must I tell ye, lad... Shut your mouth and use the bloody hand signs that I taught you..." While it wasn't the gentlest of reminders, Daelus knew the wizened tracker was correct. It was a cold comfort, as that did not stop the ringing in his head, or the sore burning of his cheek.
"Perhaps I should have just left you in the woods, to rot with your par-..." The old man cut himself off as he spots a mixture of blood and tears running down young Daelus' cheek. Collecting himself, Yaeger speaks, "Look lad... You say you want to avenge your parents' deaths, correct?" Daelus simply nods, seeing this Yaeger continues, "Well, I just want to give you the tools necessary to accomplish this task, and I want to make sure you get it right. I'm not going to waste my bloody time on some idjit who can't keep his trap shut, y'hear?"
"Yesh, Masht' Yaeguh..." The boy's cheek was swollen and red, and his speech was clearly slurred as a result. The woodsman frowned at this, wondering if the boy was really willing to commit to this hunt. "Lad, let's set up camp for the night... go fetch some wood for the f-"
Daelus woke with a start, his heart was racing and he was covered with a cold sweat. Like a madman, he tosses his cloak off of him and scrambles to his pack, hidden in the brush a few yards away. Tearing it open, he pulls out a sheaf of paper and a crude piece of charcoal. He heads back to where he lay and turns his back to the dying light of his fire. He then begins feverishly scrawling on the paper... I had a dream last night...
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