Taking A Trip to Black Rock (Cayenne)

[Markain Daloris]

The 6th Day Of Summer Markain sighed. He stood there, at the docks. He waited, he waited for the boatman to come and sail him away from Slyiras, to Black Rock. The sun began to rise in the sky, the sky was very beautiful. Markain's fog shrouded the surrounding area. Luckily, his fog didn't look try crazy, it looked like a natural fog. Markain looked out to the water, hoping he would see Markain was finally going to see if the rumors were true or not. He had heard random travelers talking about gondoliers that headed to cities such as Syliras, and take ghosts with them to somewhere. This intrigued Markain much. If there was some place ghosts could go, he had to get there. He needed some place to help my get ready for his revenge, some place that wasn't filled with painful memories. Markain was certain about this decision. Syliras, the area was very painful, the memories, they started to become too much for him. Markain knew, that one day he would be back to pursue his revenge. His revenge, he would gain it no matter what. It was his fuel, the only goal he knew he had. He would avenge his death. His murderer would not get away.