AntiSaneDesciple
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That blazing beacon of light had befallen his eyes just days ago, however by this time he had realized that it was the only path to travel. The Gray had leached all life from his beloved forests and turned the life he loved dreary and drull. Creatures peacefull and huntable had become forlorn and hunters. Cresting the ridgeline that he had marked as his next way point the ranger stopped momentarily. In those few quick moments he made note of several large rock groupings that gave him a compas of this place.
Taking his next step he began a descent. Now the tower with the beacon atop was in plain view, towering and welcoming. It was not in his nature to venture this close to cities, but this one looked as though the gray had taken it many springs before. However that image had locked into his mind a fortnight ago when he say the brilliant light from the top of the Caercarn Mountains to the north of Ayenee Capital City.
Every fiber of his person told him that he did not belong to the cities, yet his spirit had told him the only safety any more was at the tower. Propaganda viewed earlier this day had told him that "The Raven King" had descended upon them. Having done his fair share of bounty work on the new raised king's eye's he was not comfortable as a single man any longer.
As well the gray had began to stir. There were whispers in the trees that old powers were returning to the realm and even tales of some passed. His communion with nature gave him the feeling that things were changing, the way of the realm was "improving".
Gamel Wolfson, slayer of the "Devil Swine" held his composite recurve "Wind Song" in his right hand and kept his cloak about him tight with his left. With each step he made his appolgies to Gae for trampling the foliage underfoot that she fought so fervently for...the tower he told her, I hasten to the tower.
Taking his next step he began a descent. Now the tower with the beacon atop was in plain view, towering and welcoming. It was not in his nature to venture this close to cities, but this one looked as though the gray had taken it many springs before. However that image had locked into his mind a fortnight ago when he say the brilliant light from the top of the Caercarn Mountains to the north of Ayenee Capital City.
Every fiber of his person told him that he did not belong to the cities, yet his spirit had told him the only safety any more was at the tower. Propaganda viewed earlier this day had told him that "The Raven King" had descended upon them. Having done his fair share of bounty work on the new raised king's eye's he was not comfortable as a single man any longer.
As well the gray had began to stir. There were whispers in the trees that old powers were returning to the realm and even tales of some passed. His communion with nature gave him the feeling that things were changing, the way of the realm was "improving".
Gamel Wolfson, slayer of the "Devil Swine" held his composite recurve "Wind Song" in his right hand and kept his cloak about him tight with his left. With each step he made his appolgies to Gae for trampling the foliage underfoot that she fought so fervently for...the tower he told her, I hasten to the tower.