Althanian
EXP: 11,761, Level: 4
Level completed: 56%,
EXP required for next Level: 2,239
He suddenly woke up in a camp.
Was I dreaming...? When did I fall asleep...? Lorenor blinked once or twice as he slowly rose from his bed. There were two women sleeping in the bed with him and they were curled up next to him. He blinked when he saw that. Once he was done orienting himself he slowly rose out of bed. His eyes focusing as the reality of the situation settled in. Was it a dream...? He thought once again to himself. He was skyclad and stepped out of the tent. His head hurt, he was barely remembering the events of the past few days. His meeting with the Black Knight, who ended up being his biological son. Lorenor looked around the camp for a few moments. Form a nearby tent emerged his son.
The Black Knight nodded at his Father. "He said that you would go through this." His son nodded. "When you're dressed we can talk. The women in your tent were a gift." The Black Knight said casually and he nodded. "Meet me when you're ready."
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Lorenor went back in his tent. The two women present were already stirring and awake. He did not mind that they were skyclad as well. However, truth be told...Lorenor had a sexual preference towards men in general. Though he didn't mind things either way. He greeted the two female companions as he got dressed in his clothing and gear. "Ladies...thank you for last night." Lorenor was not sure if something had happened or not, but he knew his memories were fragmented.
"Why don't you stay with us a bit longer?" A blond woman asked. The other was also blond. They were two handsome Corone specimens. Any other man would have been driven insane by the beauty of those two women.
Lorenor admired them. However, he always envisioned being with a man long-term. Especially after he'd spent so much time with the vampire named Urei. Things were different for those daft immortal folks, but Lorenor accepted things as they were. He kissed the forehead of the closest of the blond women. "I will return. I must speak with my son." He felt a little uncomfortable at being with the two women, but he adapted to the situation very quickly. He was not one to turn down a gift.
Once fully dressed he let the women remain in his tent, and they went back to sleep.
He adjusted his sword across his back. His eyes narrowed and he went to go speak with his son. When he found him, Lorenor nodded calmly. "My son." Lorenor began calmly. "There is a lot to say and to talk about. I don't know where to begin."
The Black Knight looked at his father. "I know. But here are more important matters to talk about first." He said casually and motioned off to his side. Stepping out of the shadows, was the prophet named Nenkulor Shima. One of the seers. Lorenor narrowed his eyes calmly and looked at the older man. It was always impossible knowing how old the seers were.
"You helped me before." Lorenor suddenly said. "I want to thank you." Lorenor said.
Nenkulor rose his hand in a relaxed gesture. "There is no need for thanks. I did what was called for." The prophet looked at Lorenor. "I took steps to secure that the prophecies would come to pass. Very soon a disaster will strike the land." The prophet said carefully, revealing his ulterior motive. "This disaster cannot be prevented or circumvented. We only have to put elements in place to survive what is coming." Nenkulor said carefully.
"The disaster you speak of. I have seen it..." Lorenor added.
"That's why you and your son were marked." Nenkulor said. "You will have the power necessary to survive what is going to be and what must be."
"The disaster that will come...how can we save as many lives as possible?" Lorenor asked.
"We can't." Nenkulor said quietly. "The people in this camp are your followers. Loyal. A ragtag lot they are, but they will help you to live and find your place during the coming events." Nenkulor paused, he seemed to be hiding a great secret in his eyes. He walked over towards Lorenor and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I am dying, Lorenor. The old ways will die with me. I am one of the last of the seers. The gift of foresight is known to my people. This gift I give to you." Nenkulor said calmly. "This is the eve of the great disaster. You must live Lorenor. You and your followers are to go deep within the Scara Brae and hide there until the event has come to pass."
"So we do nothing...?" Lorenor could not believe what he was hearing. They knew a great disaster was coming and he could to nothing to prevent it. "We hide in the darkness and just wait...?"
"It is my wish, Lorenor. My dying wish to you." Nenkulor said with a soft smile.