by Nor on October 21st, 2009, 9:41 am
Fall, Day 50 , 509 AV
Humbling, was Norvan's first thought when he saw the gate. The two towers that stood on either side like great guardians watching any that came close. As he got closer to the gate he could see its real guardians peering down from windows in the tower, weapons next to them, ready for use at a moments notice. All this stood in stark contrast from his simple beginnings as village lad, where the most interesting building in the village was the tavern. The thought of happier times when he was younger then filled him with sorrow at how far he had come since them, a memory of him running through the woods trying to outrun a mob threatened to overtake him. Kicking the thighs of his horse he galloped to the entrance, trying to leave those memories in a cloud of dust.
As he reached the gate two guards approached, one taking hold of the reins on Norvan's horse and the other stepping to the other guards side.
"Who are you and what is your business in Syliras?" said the one not holding the reins, as if he was impatient to return to something.
"Norvan Wallace. I'm looking for a job." he replied curtly.
"A job is it?" said the one holding the reins, his mouth open to reveal missing and yellow teeth. "We seem to be getting all the beggars these days."
"Alright, head on through. Just know we don't want any trouble, you mess around inside the city we'll chuck you right out," He paused moving close till the point Norvan could smell the ale on his breath. "Or worse."
At that point both of them broke out into laughter and Norvan realised he had been the but of a joke, but before he could say anything the guard smacked the back of his horse and sent him galloping into the city. Grabbing the reins he regained control before it could gallop into the crowd of people on the other side. He thought for a second that he should go after the guards, but thought against it. Well that was an interesting welcome, as he tried to shake off the humiliation. One he had settled he headed off into the city, looking for his fortune, or if unable to find that, the local Blacksmith would have to do.
If your dads Frankenstein and I'm a Vampire, why are you a Werewolf?