Wandering the plains

[sirkenith]

(cont, from my character bio)

Wandering the wilder ness, tired and hungry, looking half mad with rage, and pale with loss of blood. Keons wounds seemed to be healing rather nicely, besides his palm, all the wounds were now closed, red, and some times would break and bleed, but only if he travelled to hard. Soon he knew he would reach his home town, and then, if his father would premit it or not, he would set off; to find the bandits, and end them. He had know rage in the past, but not with such passion, he knew that this was a most disturbing, because his thoughs seemed to be clouded with rage, even his dreams would a fright full thing to behold. He had managed to bandage most of his wounds, and seal his right arms wounds. The one in his palm still ached, his muslces were stiff from the rough travell, and his body was catching a fever. It was either get home, or die here in the wilderness. As if a sign, the day grew dismal, raining lightly at first, but working it's way into a storm. Being on the plains didn't help much either, only small out cropings of trees grew here and there, saddly nothing near large enough was close to him to be used as shelter, he headed twords a distant outcroping of trees, he noted the faint smell of smoke in the distance, if it was the bandits, he would surely die, but if it wasn't and he stayed away, in the rain, he would die. But his mind was made up before the question was asked, he need to find shelter for the night, and that was were it was to be.

[sirkenith]

A shadow seemed to dodge in and out of the darkness, moving twords the fire site, keon couldn't tell what is was, it was small. He reached the edge of the small our croping of trees, the shadow seemed to apear and disapear very quickly now. A old man, and what apeard to be his two daughters were around the fire, the man had a sword, and a small dagger, there horses were tied up on the edge of the clearing, just out side of the rain. The shadow jumped into the fire light, it was a wolf! "watch out!" keons sword went flying through the air, caught the wolf in the side, sinking in half way to the hilt. The older man got up and finished the job, the two girls started to crie, "please ema, elan, be quite, thank you stranger. By the light! what happen to you!", "bandits sir.." keon said in a low tone. "they did all that!?" said the little girl "shush ema! I can help with those wounds, if you will allows use the privilage of your name?", "keon sir, I come from a village not to far from here", "the villiage is gone boy, and every one with it, raiders burned it to the ground, no doubt the same ones that did that to you.....for what it is worth, I'm deeply sorry I couldn't offer more information." keon broke, he sobbed, and finaly mentaly broke, the old man tended his wounds. "your lucky they left you alive, your the last of your village, don't do anything fool boy.", after his wounds were cleaned, the old man left him with a parcle of food, and water "this will be enough to get you on your way, I belive that we should take diffrent paths, because you will need time to recover from your mental wounds, goodbye, if your ever in Caemlyn I'm the owner of the black stalion & stag inn, please vist some time, a room will allways be open for you." and with that he left. Day break left him sore, and still in mental pain, his father, grandmother, mother, grandfather, they all died.."maybe if I had stayed..." he said quitely to him self.

[sirkenith]

He lay there in the clearing for what seemed like days, but was only a matter of hours, the images ran through his mind. His parents falling, his home being burned. His anger consumed him, seemed to fule him. Soon he seemed ready to go, he got up. Some feeling had returned to his arm, enough to swing a sword he said to him self, it was strang ethe hate in him seem to grow stronger as he did. He started walking back to his villiage, soon he would reach it, he was not ready for what he saw. Ash and soot caked the ground. Corpses were lying there, under the black snow. "Soon," he said, "soon I will come after those fiends, they will fall to me, and then. I will fall to my sword.", "we can do that for you kid" smirked a raider, leaning on the remains of a doorframe. He carryed a riders spear, long and narrow, it wouldn't have that good of a close range combat. Keon drew the short sword, before he could get it out half way, the lance was in his arm, keon fell to his nees, blood flowing from the open wound. He started laughing, his raged filled him, and for once in his life, everything seemd to feel right. The ground under him seemd to sake just alittle,the man was looking at him "wha...what are you!?", fire consumed his words, and him. All that was left was his bones, keon started to laugh, again, "I've finaly lost it haven't I?" he laughed at the sky, then colapsed from his...attack.

[sirkenith]

Wen he awoke, he was very weak, he knew that he couldn't stand, but he tried anyway. He fell back into the ash, every one of his friends and family were killed. He knew that he would kill every one of the people that did this to him, and then, his self to repent for the sins. Soon after a long hour he was able to stand again, "....by the creator..if they...no..." he ran twords the remains of a house, he had know this house very well, it belonged to the girl he loved. There under the soot and ash lay the body of the girl he once knew the necklace he had given her, with this inscription,

"no matter what the distance, no matter what the time, your all I ever want, your all I ever need, forever to you I pledge my love, my heart, my soul"

his sorrow outweight his rage. Soon...he would do something he would regret, the sky crackled, and a lightning storm broke out, he didn't do it though. But he did direct one of the bolts, it hit the small out cropping of trees that he had stayed at, he watched it burn as he did his foul work, with a heavy heart he set out to burry everone he had once loved and known. After it was finished the tree's were burning to the ground. He gathered what he could, although it wasn't much. A small buckler, made of toughed hide, a small hand axe, used for clearing brush, the sword he had started with, and a semi-thick leather coat. He set off, the sound of a trumpet called his attention to the east, a small group of riders, 4 on white horses, 4 on brown, the first set of people on the white horses seemed to be women, although he wasn't sure. The other, were great burly men, with cloaks that shifted like the wind. "blood and ashes....why would they be after me..." He broke into a run, although he knew it would do him no good with out a horse.

[Temanin]

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