by Mortecai on July 17th, 2013, 3:57 am
Trotting into syrilas on horseback with a bow on my back. I rejoice that I've been so blessed as to escape execution in Taldera. I feel quite relieved. I let out a huge breathe of relief blowing up a couple of strands of red hair in my eyes. luckily out of the corner of my eye i see what looks to be a tavern...not very impressive indeed.With its char stained roof,broken windows,and threatening carvings spattered all over the door.I cautiously walk over to the tavern not knowing what awaits me.I budge the door open....“hello?”...A gruesome looking man in his 60's hastily greets me “who are you what do you want!”whilst holding a dagger dreadfully close to my neck.
-if it was not for the unknown we would not be here-