Post by randomcreature8 on Mar 31, 2015 0:39:17 GMT -5
Alrek Vendel
Alrek was a late twenty something, slightly tanned, blue eyed, dark haired lad.
He smiled at his father... then, after a small pause, they both looked awkwardly to the ground- as was their custom in times like these. The two were uncomfortable because they were being' forced,' by the family's matriarch, to express their feelings before parting. It would have been a funny situation to behold, if not for the fact that life in the harsh and cold lands of Kullyr, often came with risks most grim. This might in fact be, the last time they saw each other alive, for any number of reasons.
"I'll only be gone for a short while." Alrek said in his native tongue, looking to the side and seeing his mother and younger fourteen year old sister, Cele, standing there. The two girls looked back, proud, and the boy couldn't blame them- for only a few apprentices (assistance's to other high ranking officials) were being allowed on this quest.
They would journey into the blocked off pass that lay behind the castle at the back of this rural community- into almost unknown mountainous regions. It was a honor, one which Alrek had been considered only because of his position. Learning the art of magic had its perks- and he had been lucky to have gotten that internship years ago, ahead of many other candidates. His father, a common fisherman, couldn't have dreamed a better opportunity for his son- so they were all optimistic when the ruling class called for this journey into the unknown. No one had been down that way since the great war, but nothing had come out of that pass for years either, so this would be a strictly assessment like operation. Search, document, report... that was it.
Alrek looked back to his father again after these thoughts, stepped forward, and gave him a hug around the shoulders. "I shouldn't be long." He said again, standing in the middle of the road. With a wave to Cele, the lad picked up his pack, slung it over his shoulder, and then rushed off up towards the base of the mountain, catching up with the other lads who had been chosen.
It was night time now, more than two hundred years later, and Alrek (now extremely pale and unnatural looking) stood where he had that day so long ago- right on the main road which lay in the center of the town. Shadows played about him in the soft breeze of the salty sea air, yet he could not conjure any memories of the village before its state now- completely abandoned and in ruins.
He had very little to go on about his past, except that.... this had to be the village where he had been born and raised, and he only could assume that, for this had been the village he had been cast from.... after his.... change.... but beyond that- he didn't know a thing about his life before that event.
Walking a bit further down the road, Alrek continued to study the other stone made inns and homes with his eerie silver eyes reflecting the light of the half moon. Even the castle down the road looked as though it had been cursed- the thing was nearly crumbling to pieces, half of it falling into the sea and off the cliff. The house structures too were just lumps of stone, dust, and debris now. Could one of these huts had been his? Had his own kin been living here? Had he had a mother, father, or siblings?
He could hear the crashing of waves, even from here, hitting the cliff that bordered the town to the east not too far away. He looked about, taking a hand off one of the corners of a building, and put it into his coat- feeling dejected. Maybe it had been a mistake to come back here. There were no answers, no documents.... no places with names to see... and even if there had been- he wouldn't have known what to look for. Worse yet, he was close, so painfully close to the place where he had been turned.... into this undead..... thing!
He looked to the tallest mountain then, watching as the wind blew the snow off of the icy tops in the distance.
He thought back to his earliest memories now. He had been walking down the center of this town at dusk... drenched in blood. His leather garb had been soaked dark with the stuff, his face half red from a unknown spray to his right. He had not known who or from what the blood come from.... him, someone else, one of the animals? He had been wandering aimlessly back into town in this state, as if punch drunk.... until a woman had screamed. After that there had been the expected things to follow; torches, fire, chains, and then banishment. They had a unique way of doing this in Fairwater Village though, ankles and wrists chained to flat block of ice.... cast off the vast ocean waters. In this case, the dawn should have gotten him- but he had been brought onto a ship passing by.
These flashes were the only glimpses, the only clues as to who he had once been... and they were so fragmented at times, he had hoped coming here would put them straight. Alas no, they weren't any clearer then before when he had moved on and away from 'home', just more poignant.
He wiped his face with a hand, surprised to find a drop of blood had rolled down from somewhere. Confused as to how that could have happened, Alrek turned and walked back to his transport. He was leaving, there was nothing here... he had to accept that now and move on.
Alrek was a late twenty something, slightly tanned, blue eyed, dark haired lad.
He smiled at his father... then, after a small pause, they both looked awkwardly to the ground- as was their custom in times like these. The two were uncomfortable because they were being' forced,' by the family's matriarch, to express their feelings before parting. It would have been a funny situation to behold, if not for the fact that life in the harsh and cold lands of Kullyr, often came with risks most grim. This might in fact be, the last time they saw each other alive, for any number of reasons.
"I'll only be gone for a short while." Alrek said in his native tongue, looking to the side and seeing his mother and younger fourteen year old sister, Cele, standing there. The two girls looked back, proud, and the boy couldn't blame them- for only a few apprentices (assistance's to other high ranking officials) were being allowed on this quest.
They would journey into the blocked off pass that lay behind the castle at the back of this rural community- into almost unknown mountainous regions. It was a honor, one which Alrek had been considered only because of his position. Learning the art of magic had its perks- and he had been lucky to have gotten that internship years ago, ahead of many other candidates. His father, a common fisherman, couldn't have dreamed a better opportunity for his son- so they were all optimistic when the ruling class called for this journey into the unknown. No one had been down that way since the great war, but nothing had come out of that pass for years either, so this would be a strictly assessment like operation. Search, document, report... that was it.
Alrek looked back to his father again after these thoughts, stepped forward, and gave him a hug around the shoulders. "I shouldn't be long." He said again, standing in the middle of the road. With a wave to Cele, the lad picked up his pack, slung it over his shoulder, and then rushed off up towards the base of the mountain, catching up with the other lads who had been chosen.
It was night time now, more than two hundred years later, and Alrek (now extremely pale and unnatural looking) stood where he had that day so long ago- right on the main road which lay in the center of the town. Shadows played about him in the soft breeze of the salty sea air, yet he could not conjure any memories of the village before its state now- completely abandoned and in ruins.
He had very little to go on about his past, except that.... this had to be the village where he had been born and raised, and he only could assume that, for this had been the village he had been cast from.... after his.... change.... but beyond that- he didn't know a thing about his life before that event.
Walking a bit further down the road, Alrek continued to study the other stone made inns and homes with his eerie silver eyes reflecting the light of the half moon. Even the castle down the road looked as though it had been cursed- the thing was nearly crumbling to pieces, half of it falling into the sea and off the cliff. The house structures too were just lumps of stone, dust, and debris now. Could one of these huts had been his? Had his own kin been living here? Had he had a mother, father, or siblings?
He could hear the crashing of waves, even from here, hitting the cliff that bordered the town to the east not too far away. He looked about, taking a hand off one of the corners of a building, and put it into his coat- feeling dejected. Maybe it had been a mistake to come back here. There were no answers, no documents.... no places with names to see... and even if there had been- he wouldn't have known what to look for. Worse yet, he was close, so painfully close to the place where he had been turned.... into this undead..... thing!
He looked to the tallest mountain then, watching as the wind blew the snow off of the icy tops in the distance.
He thought back to his earliest memories now. He had been walking down the center of this town at dusk... drenched in blood. His leather garb had been soaked dark with the stuff, his face half red from a unknown spray to his right. He had not known who or from what the blood come from.... him, someone else, one of the animals? He had been wandering aimlessly back into town in this state, as if punch drunk.... until a woman had screamed. After that there had been the expected things to follow; torches, fire, chains, and then banishment. They had a unique way of doing this in Fairwater Village though, ankles and wrists chained to flat block of ice.... cast off the vast ocean waters. In this case, the dawn should have gotten him- but he had been brought onto a ship passing by.
These flashes were the only glimpses, the only clues as to who he had once been... and they were so fragmented at times, he had hoped coming here would put them straight. Alas no, they weren't any clearer then before when he had moved on and away from 'home', just more poignant.
He wiped his face with a hand, surprised to find a drop of blood had rolled down from somewhere. Confused as to how that could have happened, Alrek turned and walked back to his transport. He was leaving, there was nothing here... he had to accept that now and move on.