Board Thread:World Map/@comment-24937485-20161129063822/@comment-24937485-20161201064457



“Healed faster than I expected, hmm. The blood of Agnis must run strongly through your veins.”. Taking a large gulp out of a wooden tankard, the old man burped loudly and then offered it to Keldran. If he took it he’d smell the strong and bitter stench of alcohol. “No need to thank me though, I’m just doing my job as the caretaker.”. His dry lips curled into a large warm smile.

Saphira was laying on the ground beside the man, both of them looking down into a crackling campfire. She then used her tail to grab the urn from under her body and held it out to Keldran. “Here it is, young lord. Also, this is where I grew up.”. She then turned her head to gaze up at the darkening sky as night was about to set in. “Travelling at these hours with your body being in that condition… I wouldn’t advise it.”.

The old man nodded in agreement. “Feel free to rest here as long as you wish. Also I should be able to answer some of the questions concerning this realm.”. Standing up, the man walked over to a nearby nest large enough to hold six full grown horses, and caressed the four eggs inside it. One blue, one red, one black, one green.

“This world has gone through many hardships just like you, I can see it in those blue eyes of yours, boy. But allow me to ask you, why is it that you walk this path? Why is it that you seek a pact with the Red King?”. His wise eyes dawning on those of Keldran, the hulking figure stepped closer with his visage being shrouded by an ominous shadow.

“Why are you here, Keldran?”

The sentence was said with such intent that it’d make a heart skip a beat. It was the kind of question, especially with how it was asked, that’d make one question everything in a short moment. The old man’s honest and wise eyes, his strong demeanor, and a body marked like that of a warrior who had seen too many battles, they all gave the man a certain kind of vibe that’d make it hard to be anything but honest. Especially if Keldran had drank from the tankard his tongue would be a little more loose than usual.

Re-claiming his seat by the fire the old man would sigh before listening as the night set in. The dancing flames of the campfire playing with the shadows that danced across all who were present.

