Solo A Cold Wind, And Farewell.

[Alexander Faircroft]

Timestamp: 86th Fall 516AV

Location: Syliras.

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"


Solidarity. A strange feeling and a stranger word. Alex had packed what he needed and left the things he’d borrowed behind. Atop a pile of armour he’d left a letter. The writing fluid and practiced however that wasn’t what stood out, what stood out was the words on the page. He’d written them the night prior and left them slightly broken and scattered much like his thoughts at the time.

Let me begin by saying I’m sorry.

I’m sorry to Garland, Ser Sebastian, Sera Catherine, Ira, Ser longwell, Ball, and everyone else I’ve met. I’m sorry to say that this is quite possibly the last time any of you shall ever see me.

I’m leaving the knights because I believe they follow a mandate that promotes the exact thing they hope to fight against. I can’t be a part of something that I believe is actively harming its people as much if not more than they claim to protect them.

I can’t be the man Knight, you all hoped I could be. I believe that I’ll do more good once I find the truth of the world. It may take a long time. It may take years… But I can’t not do it. The longer I linger the more I feel that I’m letting things pass.

I’ve also been deceptive of you all sadly. I’m the son of a member of the ebonstryfe, and a assassin from ravok. Both of which are now dead. I’m, sorry to say that I deceived you all when I joined up with the knights. I pushed my own personal struggle onto everyone. And now I believe that it’s time to pay recompense, and come clean. I joined to try and wash some stain on my soul off. To pay a penance, to absolve myself of my families misdeeds. I see now that doing so was folly.

All I’ve done in my time in the city, is cause anguish and upset amongst people. Even when I try to help things turn out greater for the worse. As such I beg forgiveness of all the people I’ve met, and all those I’ve damaged in the process.

Please do not look for me. If I wish to be found, I’ll find you.

Goodbye, for the last time.

Alexander Virgil Siegfried Faircroft, the second. Heir to a broken legacy.

The very last symbol on the page was something Alex had dreamt up himself a series of interlocking triangles three forming a firmly rooted knot.

[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"


Alex stepped out of the Squires quarters everything he owned strapped over his body as he did so. This was his last, walk of the city, his final hurrah. Less of a joyous occasion and one of a much more sombre affair. A slow heavy footed walk. His hood up over his head as he walked on. The shadow obscuring his eyes as he walked. He couldn’t walk with his head held high, thinking about the pain he’d caused those around him. Instead it was a slow trudge.

His options to leave the city limited he had to leave today, and right now until people discovered that letter he was still a squire. Using that and the lateness of the day he marched down to the docks, skirting between several tight alleys he’s learned of in his time in the city and had mapped out with his mind he skated to the shore. The harsh sea air a familiar and welcomed scent.

He paused over the railing at the edge of the harbour. Time ticking away within his mind. Each moment passing slower and slower. Until time itself felt like it was passing at a crawl.
Look up at the stars, son. Now wish upon one and spend your life waiting. Words of his father echoed throughout his head. He’d wait no longer, linger no longer. Damn hesitation and indecision. He’d let fear control him for too long. And now was his time to go to strike out from safety and confront his fear. To step into the wide open world and stand tall.

This was his final stop in the city. He stepped over to the nearest ship, not much bigger than a small sloop and managed to book passage to Alvadas. Admittedly the ship was probably on Syliras’s ledgers but with the small amount of time that he could have taken he hoped he’d let this one slip. The sailor gave a hard grunt and agreed to take Alex if he worked. A fair trade, work and a small bit of coin for passage out of the city. He had a half bell till departure.

[Alexander Faircroft]

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Alex stepped aboard and glanced up and down the bows of the ship, the length and breadth of the ship something he again was familiar with, however he didn’t step under he turned back to glance one more time out over the city. The looming stone and oppressive towers lost within the remnants of the fog. The feeling of safety amongst it's stonework. The knowledge that it was somewhere he could withdraw should he need to. Now he was staring at it for the last time. His mouth made a small move, a tiny smile. The smallest slip of one before few tears spilled from his eyes. Through all the wrong and all the bad that had been visited upon the city by him he couldn’t forget the good either. And though the failings and the wrong outstripped the good by far, he still felt a firm but gentle tug at his heart, as all of the good memories flooded into his head.

A swirling mass of turmoil built up within him, unease, uncertainty, loss, fear, courage, joy, sadness, trepidation, determination. Everything leapt up at him as his mind for once didn't dwell on just the darkness, but had instead glanced towards the light. No that wasn't right. It didn't dwell on his failings but rather his contentment. The turbulence that dwelled within his mind chipped at his certainty of action. His determination feeling cracks form within the foundation. He slammed his hand into the railing, fingers gripping it tightly.

He almost wanted to call it off to leap off of the boat then and there, to say screw it and race back to shred that letter into a million pieces. But no, that wouldn’t do. He made up his mind and now he had to live with it. He turned his back to the city wiping his features with the back of his right hand, flicking the tears off into the air and passing it off as ocean spray. He marched over to the other end of the ship and placed his hands on the railing Eyes scanning the horizon. He smirked to himself lightly. A calm glance towards the side, still only a practised smile. One thought crossed his mind in that instant.

Where the heck is Alvadas?