Aramat Drake
11-15-06, 12:51 AM
Aramat sat atop an abandoned cathedral far north of where most people would dare to go. Not for fear of creatures that would make your adrenaline run thick or landscape that would far challenge the most experianced adventurers, but for those reasons and the blistering cold winds that could chill the fires in the soul of the most feared persons in the lands. This was no picnic for him even as he sat the thought of death creapt into his mind. Why was he here? Was it all worth it? These thoughts haunted his dreams, even while not sleeping visions of things past made life almost unbearable to live, that is why he must live. The trail of a military commander he was following had seemed to go cold as he reached the northern border. This land had no name, as far as anyone knew no one lived long enough here to name it. Aramat did not feel the cold, he was very warm indeed with the fire that burned within his heart for the people who fell to this tyrants blade.
As the wind blew a strange presence was felt in the air, human or not it was not a friendly one. He knew it would be a long night of waiting for what he wanted, if he waited long enough it would come to him.
As the wind blew a strange presence was felt in the air, human or not it was not a friendly one. He knew it would be a long night of waiting for what he wanted, if he waited long enough it would come to him.