Solo Once More I Must Depart

[Alric Wilmot]

46th of Summer 513 AV Alric shuffled along the streets of Alvadas at a casual pace. It was midday and insofar the day had been a waste. Alric hadn't found an opportunity to pay homage to his god, despite his efforts. Still, the day was not yet done, and things were always changing. He knew something was going to happen today. He just didn't know what. He adjusted the bandage he had affixed around his head, covering his ear. His ears had been bleeding since the Nuzem incident. As a result, he had taken to wearing not only the bandage, but keeping a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his eyes. His body obviously had reacted poorly to his show. Not only that, but he had a feeling that the Nuzem he had conjured somehow had gained a life of its own. As such, he wore his battle robes and his rapier, intent on being as ready as possible if anything were to happen. Nothing had, as of yet, but things were always changing in Alvadas. As he rounded a corner that was just that, rounded, he came across a familiar site he hadn't seen in some time. The burned down remains of Avian Manor, once home to the Avian family, and dear friends of his. Kinneas, though he did not know it at the time, was his half-brother. In truth, Alric was an Avian bastard. But Alric had never put much stock in blood. He was raised a Wilmot, and that was what he was. What he would always be. As Nostalgia filled Alric from within, he approached the once-burned building. Black marks still scarred it, but Alric knew it had been rebuilt as best as it could be. He had met a very eager young man here about two years ago, and had formed a solid friendship with him. Miro, the mage who wanted to be greater than any other, had initiated him into reimancy. They had never gotten around to finding Alric's natural element. Alric had expressed interest in air, but had never learned how to convert his res into anything. Miro had vanished the next day, and with the Winter Crises and Djed Storm, Alric had lost track of him. He absently looked at the scars in the palm of his hands in remembrance. As he made his way to the Manor, Alric saw a curious bit of parchment stuck to the wood of the door. It was a note, it looked like. Alric plucked it from the door, curious as to who put it there and what it said. He began to read, and found himself rather intrigued. This notice posted on Avain Manor, home to Miro, hero of Alvadas. Are you brave, fond of adventure, looking to earn a great deal Miza? A certain hero of the city needs YOUR help! What could he need, you may ask yourself. Just a simply delivery that he is too busy to do himself. If you are interested, read on! Alric unfolded the bottom part of the paper. Curious and confused all at once. Miro? The Hero of Alvadas? What did that mean? Miro had said nothing of it in the letter he had received a year ago. So, you are interested in helping me. Good, you will be well compensated. The item in question is a skull. To be more specific, the skull of a creature known as a Tsana. It is rather bulky, and I will not go into the details, but I need it. You will find the item under my bed, in my room, the one immediately inside and to your left. After arrival in Ravok, find direction to the Spot. When inside, take the job titled, "Delivery for Miro", then talk to Bohir. A meeting time and place will be given in return. Meet at the designated time and place and the exchange will be made. Now, as complicated as that is, you are likely wondering what your compensation is. If a satisfactory job is done, a sum of five hundred gold rimmed Miza will be rewarded to you. It is your chance to be a hero, so hurry to me! Do you have the heart to heed the hero's call? -Posted by Miro the Great Hero of Alvadas. Alric smiled. Even in written words, the man's exuberance spilled forth like a broken dam. He had missed Miro in Zeltiva. Alric had just arrived when Miro had departed. Poor timing on his part, of course. Alric took in a deep breath, and let it go. It seemed he was always bad at timing. Alric snuck a glance behind him at a sudden movement. Could it be the Nuzem? No, no. It couldn't be that. Nuzem don't live above water. Do they? Alric shook his head and refocused on the letter. Ravok. Miro had somehow gotten himself to Ravok. Alric shook his head. Ravok was rumored to be the most vile city in Mizahar. They were the sworn enemies of Syliras, and all order everywhere. That's what was said at any rate. Alric had never been to Raovk, and had only been to Syliras in passing. From what Alric remembered, he did not like the city. It was too structured, too many rules. Not enough room for amusement and merriment. In short... too much order. Perhaps this Ravok wouldn't be so bad. It was ruled by Rhysol, he had heard. The God of Chaos. Also, of Lies, Betrayal, and Evil. Alric frowned. Evil, was not something you could ever claim was good. Lies? They were unfortunately needed. Betrayal? Some creatures needed to be taken down more carefully than others. Chaos? Well, that depended on who you ask, but in Alric's opinion it was a synonym of mischief, a domain of his own patron god. But Evil? That was rather black and white. Alric wiped his eyes free of blood from his yellow handkerchief and thought a bit more heavily. There was nothing here in Alvadas for him anymore. His father was dead, his friends either gone or dead, his house was destroyed, and he had lost the love of the Womiyu and the Temple didn't want him. In short, Alvadas just wasn't home anymore. He was living off the last of his wages, and in a very poor inn. Alric smiled, and realized this for what it was. Ionu was sending him away. What else could it be? Ionu had kept him from the Temple because he needed him to share Ionu's glory elsewhere. And where better than a city of Chaos? Alric knew the trip would be long and arduous. But that was fine. Alric had traveled such paths before. He would go to Ravok before the Summer was over, and meet his old friend. It was time to get his life back on track. Briefly, Alric looked at the remains of the Avian Manor, and a thought occurred to him. The Avians were gone, and their glory was gone. Not a single one of them was left, and he doubted any but himself could even remember their greatness. Alric remembered the Wilmot Manor, currently destroyed and irreparable. It wasn't just his god's glory he was going to bring to Ravok, he decided. He was going to bring the glory of the Wilmot name back in full force. His father had died trying to reclaim the family fortune. Well, Alric would see that the man did not die in vain. He had a son to carry on his legacy, and that was just what Alric planned to do. Alric slipped inside the burnt and crumbling Avian Manor to retrieve Miro's skull. Tomorrow, Alric would take care of one last piece of business before setting off, and reestablishing himself in the city that belonged to the God of Evil.

[Elysium]

Alric Wilmot

Experience
Observation +3

Awards and Penalties
Alric has obtained the Skull of a Tsana, as per Miro's request.

Lore
Alvadas: Avain Manor
Quest: Journey to Ravok
Miro, the Hero of Alvadas?
Religion: Tasked by Ionu

Notes
This was a short and sweet departure thread. Have fun in Ravok! If you have any questions, be sure to send me a PM!