Closed Search for Family

[Talorin Ki]

(OOC: This is my first attempt at a quest, any help or input is appreciated, and anyone is welcome to join.)

Season of Spring, Day 19, 513 AV

Talorin woke from a long night of sleep. It had been a couple months since his failure working at the White Swan Inn. Dropping plates, spilling food, splashing knights with ale, and just general inattention was the downfall of Talorin's first attempt at employment. After paying for his upkeep, the last meager coins were being saved for the adventure of a lifetime. Talorin dressed in his normal wear, and ate a short quick breakfast. He checked his bag for the hundredth time to make sure everything was there. Once breakfast was done Talorin hitched his back over his shoulder, then headed out. When he left his room and locked the door he saw Mrs. G. (his friendly elderly next door neighbor) standing outside tapping her foot.

"Talorin, this is not what your mother wanted for you. She expected you to work hard in the city and make a name for yourself. You would have broken her heart by going out into the Wild where you will probably get yourself killed. How do you even know your brother is even alive?"

"Mrs. G., all I know for sure is my mother is dead, and Torin is my only family left in the world. I owe it to him to go and at least look and verify his fate. You never know, he may be perfectly fine hiding out in a cave."

"Well, boy, good luck remember your barely 16 years old, and the world is much harder outside these walls. Be careful and keep your wits about you."

Talorin hugged Mrs. G. and whispered his thanks then headed out of the Citadel. Once outside the overcast sky made it almost as dark as twilight other than mid morning.

"Ok, what's the plan," Talorin said to himself, "find someone traveling outside the city and join up. Yeah, that's a good idea. I thought Alyvina and Yohan would be perfect companions, but the snuck out in the middle of the night after I fed them and gave them a place to rest. Oh, well, no reason to hold a grudge. I hope Alyvina is safe."

Talorin continues talking out loud to himself all the way to the main gate of the city. Arriving at the city gate, Talorin notices that traffic today is much less than normal. The gate guards seem bored and restless. Talorin walks up to the border of the city and the outside when he is grabbed by the shoulder. Talorin jumps and gets ready to make a run for it.

"Boy, you've come here everyday at this same time, look outside like your going to leave, and then after hours of just staring (being in the way), you leave back into the city and this has happened everyday for the last two weeks. What are you trying to do?" the younger knight on guard duty asked while applying a small amount of pressure to Talorin's shoulder.

"I......I....I...I'm going on a quest to find my brother." Talorin replies.

"YOU!!! Ha, ha, ha, going into the Wild on your own. Ha, ha, ha," the guard laughs relentlessly, "You won't make it 2 days out there on your own. Why don't you go home to Mama It might be time for your breast feeding, Ha, ha, ha"

The jibe about his mother did something for Talorin that none of the best pep talks he did in front of a mirror ever did. It motivated him. Talorin shook the knights grip loose and took 5 quick steps forward officially outside of the main gates. Looking up to the sky, out to the horizon, and even back into the city Talorin starts to feel tiny and insignificant again. On the verge of going back into the city he turns and that same guard looks down at him with a malevolent glee in his eyes. Talorin throws off all of his apprehension and turns and begins walking down the road off for adventure.

[Matthias Kyras]

OCC: Umm... most quests like the one it sounds like your going on are usually moderated and it seems like this is taking place outside of Syliras rather than in Stormhold Castle. Also make sure to time stamp your posts, so that people know when this is taking place. Now then...

Matthias cursed as the stubborn root fought him, denying him once again. These were times when the philterer wished that he had invested in some form of upper body strength in his youth. It was a rarity that the philterer decided to leave the safety of the castle, however it did happen usually when he had no desire to pay too much for this ingrediant or that one.

So that was how the man found himself off of the side of the road, clawing roots out of the ground. One thing was for sure when he got back inside the city he was going to invest in a spade, no matter how much it cost him. Normally he would have given up on the root and simply moved on to something easier to dig up but this particular root was very rare, difficult to find on the market and it could be valuable in his research.

His cane and backpack layed next to him and the tall man had already shed his robes as it was a little to warm to be wearing them. His scowling brow was matted with sweat and his shirt clung to his skin like a wet rag. Every breath he let out came out in ragged gasps, and his limp left leg was hurting like sin.

Almost got you, the man thought, his lips curling up into a snarl of victory.

The black haired man gave one last mighty tug, and cursed foully once again as his attempts were foiled. The gods were cruel bastards indeed to taunt him like this. The philterer glared at the the root, as if it was mocking him in some fashion. This was going to be quite the battle but he wasn't going to give up until either his gloves tore or the root was his.