Post by methenas on Feb 29, 2008 22:35:16 GMT -4
Vore woke up that rainy morning, the rian was hitting the window beside his bed, he slowly turned over hiimself to sit down and look through this window.
The inn's room was pretty simple, all he requested when he took a room in any Inn was to have a big desk, over it there were spread a lot of maps, scrolls and papers, filled with odd runes, inscriptions, astral calculations and advanced Mathematical theories. Tossed at the side of his bed were his bag with provitions, some books and his boots.
He got on his feet and walked up to the window, watching the rock streets under him, watching the coated citizens that walked through this street. Sighing gently at himself, almost every morning during the last couple of centuries he had been waking up in different towns and cities, he had been witness of the developing of said towns, cities and citizens themselves.
Running his fingers through his silverplater messy hair, playing with it, staring at the dim reflect of himself in the window's glass, a smile drawing on his thin red lips.
He had a good reason to smile, he was going to meet one important priest that was living in a chapel in this town, he could feel that this Priest was one of the most important clues he could have found in this last few years of searching.
His task was not easy, and few times he had found correct clues, and the times he was in track of one of this Priests problems have shown up. He didn't expect this time to be much different, but he felt that maybe this time the possible information he could get from this Priest was worth this problem.
Meanwhile he got ready to change into his clothes, he stared at his bare chest on the mirror, even when so much time had passed he remained young, but the war wounds were of much older man, a man who passed through hundred of wars since the beginning of the story, wars that were not his, but that were connected to the treasure he was looking for.
He walked downtairs, to the Inn's bar, looking for a breakfast, at the time he requested to the Inn's keeper, who seemed to be an old man that knew better than anyone every single inch of this town and every single of the citizens. "Oh, yes yes..." the old man smiled "..the old chapel used to be one of the most important Churches in this zone, and the Priest who you look for arrived a few years ago after the great battle of the North.. strange reserved man he is.. Priest Cannon I think... he looks like he had been more than a Religious man in the past.."
Vore looked at the old man with a faint smile "Why do you say this?" at the time he ran his hand by his own neck, playing with a golden chain, an ammulet showing off, a dragon bitting it's own tail, forming a circle, inside the circle, the alchemist's symbol was enclosed.
The old man saw this ammulet and smirked lightly and his manners changed a bit, to fear and respect but also to a kind of disenchant.
"Just a thought I had.. now if you excuse me.." the old man turned around, leaving Voreuth frowning lightly at the empty counter, he was used to this kind of behaviour from most of the people.
Alchemists, like him, once powerful soldiers of the Ancient Kingdoms, now were feared as if they were the same Plague.
Vore walked to an empty table, taking a look around at himself, before starting to eat his piece of bread drinking some hot just made herbal tea, that a young lady brought to him from the Inn's kitchen.
The inn's room was pretty simple, all he requested when he took a room in any Inn was to have a big desk, over it there were spread a lot of maps, scrolls and papers, filled with odd runes, inscriptions, astral calculations and advanced Mathematical theories. Tossed at the side of his bed were his bag with provitions, some books and his boots.
He got on his feet and walked up to the window, watching the rock streets under him, watching the coated citizens that walked through this street. Sighing gently at himself, almost every morning during the last couple of centuries he had been waking up in different towns and cities, he had been witness of the developing of said towns, cities and citizens themselves.
Running his fingers through his silverplater messy hair, playing with it, staring at the dim reflect of himself in the window's glass, a smile drawing on his thin red lips.
He had a good reason to smile, he was going to meet one important priest that was living in a chapel in this town, he could feel that this Priest was one of the most important clues he could have found in this last few years of searching.
His task was not easy, and few times he had found correct clues, and the times he was in track of one of this Priests problems have shown up. He didn't expect this time to be much different, but he felt that maybe this time the possible information he could get from this Priest was worth this problem.
Meanwhile he got ready to change into his clothes, he stared at his bare chest on the mirror, even when so much time had passed he remained young, but the war wounds were of much older man, a man who passed through hundred of wars since the beginning of the story, wars that were not his, but that were connected to the treasure he was looking for.
He walked downtairs, to the Inn's bar, looking for a breakfast, at the time he requested to the Inn's keeper, who seemed to be an old man that knew better than anyone every single inch of this town and every single of the citizens. "Oh, yes yes..." the old man smiled "..the old chapel used to be one of the most important Churches in this zone, and the Priest who you look for arrived a few years ago after the great battle of the North.. strange reserved man he is.. Priest Cannon I think... he looks like he had been more than a Religious man in the past.."
Vore looked at the old man with a faint smile "Why do you say this?" at the time he ran his hand by his own neck, playing with a golden chain, an ammulet showing off, a dragon bitting it's own tail, forming a circle, inside the circle, the alchemist's symbol was enclosed.
The old man saw this ammulet and smirked lightly and his manners changed a bit, to fear and respect but also to a kind of disenchant.
"Just a thought I had.. now if you excuse me.." the old man turned around, leaving Voreuth frowning lightly at the empty counter, he was used to this kind of behaviour from most of the people.
Alchemists, like him, once powerful soldiers of the Ancient Kingdoms, now were feared as if they were the same Plague.
Vore walked to an empty table, taking a look around at himself, before starting to eat his piece of bread drinking some hot just made herbal tea, that a young lady brought to him from the Inn's kitchen.