Lord_Valient
01-08-07, 08:25 PM
This is closed for Valient and Kell
Valient had little left to do other than to find Berick. But that man could be anywhere in Corone by now. It was very unlikely that he would be at the same pub, especially since he would know vengeance would be near. The big man took a deep breath and stared up at the sky as he walked. It was late in the day, but still a few hours from sunset. He decided to make the most of what was left in the day and see how far he could get.
His mind reeled back to the fight he had just participated in. He was unnerved by it all. Never before had he ever encountered magic, and to his senses, and his sore muscles, he didn't want to again in the near future. He was a man that fought with his bare hands, and sometimes with his knives, but never with the foul taint that was magic. To him, magic was the same as cheating in a championship fight.
The big man rubbed his arms. Sometimes he could still feel them spasm on their own accord. This was what magic did to a person. The stuff disgusted him. Before his match with the cat lady, he had known little about magic, but he was quick to learn it in the form of a hard lesson. He decided then and there that he was not fond of the stuff, and would do his best to stay away from it.
He continued to walk until the sun started descending behind the clouds. He looked around on the road he was on, and found that he must be in between towns. He took a deep breath and walked off to the side of the road. He found himself a sheltered spot beneath the trees. The big man sat down and leaned against the tree. No sense travelling at night. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to take him.
Valient had little left to do other than to find Berick. But that man could be anywhere in Corone by now. It was very unlikely that he would be at the same pub, especially since he would know vengeance would be near. The big man took a deep breath and stared up at the sky as he walked. It was late in the day, but still a few hours from sunset. He decided to make the most of what was left in the day and see how far he could get.
His mind reeled back to the fight he had just participated in. He was unnerved by it all. Never before had he ever encountered magic, and to his senses, and his sore muscles, he didn't want to again in the near future. He was a man that fought with his bare hands, and sometimes with his knives, but never with the foul taint that was magic. To him, magic was the same as cheating in a championship fight.
The big man rubbed his arms. Sometimes he could still feel them spasm on their own accord. This was what magic did to a person. The stuff disgusted him. Before his match with the cat lady, he had known little about magic, but he was quick to learn it in the form of a hard lesson. He decided then and there that he was not fond of the stuff, and would do his best to stay away from it.
He continued to walk until the sun started descending behind the clouds. He looked around on the road he was on, and found that he must be in between towns. He took a deep breath and walked off to the side of the road. He found himself a sheltered spot beneath the trees. The big man sat down and leaned against the tree. No sense travelling at night. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to take him.