Recent content by Relan Shask

"They gathered. They gathered in where I was hunting. The light brought me, this great light that produced such a sound-" He made a motion with his hands. It was an explosion, something that Relan had never heard in his life. "That I needed to investigate. So I crawled a great distance on my...

He awoke sometime later. He felt...safe. More than he did a while ago. He rolled out of bed, planting his feet to the floor. He'd been washed and cleaned. He would thank them for that, later. He felt more at ease, but still, restless. He put his boots on, using the clothes they laid neatly...

His thoughts, coherent once, were marred by exhaustion. He tried to stay standing, but a human body could only withstand so much. He wrestled with himself, running a hand through his hair. Truth be told, Relan was better off telling the Templars everything when he was rested. He shakily gave...

He was lead inside, to the doctor. The healer treated him for a little while, finding that Relan had no wounds or obvious ailments, just exhaustion. But Relan was insistent, fighting back his eyelids, heavy as stones, that he speak to the Templars. He frantically reached for his journal at his...

He awoke to the sound of armor moving, and the presence of water at his lips. He greedily drank it, unable to even speak. They were guiding him inside, flanking him. They did not seem to perceive him as a threat. Not that he could do entirely too much, given the fact that his best weapon was his...

He'd never forget what he saw. It was permanently ingrained in his mind, a nightmare that he could not awake from. He wasn't able to hear most of what they said, but, what he was able to gather he would jot down in his notebook, collecting his thoughts later. They were all departing, leaving...

The Templars. It made the most sense. He had never met one, he had never even seen one. But he heard of them, of their (self) righteous plight against the undead, and all the unholy creatures of the land. Who else to hear firstly of what Relan had seen? He'd stolen a horse somewhere a few...

Relan could hardly believe himself. Hidden in the positive space of the brush, he was completely concealed, his camouflage perfected in the brush. But he dared not go another foot, let alone an inch. He was closer, but This has gotten far too weird for him. He'd seen enough. Far enough. He...

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The light is what brought the Scout out of his focus on his kill. A bright light? Here? Not a fire- no. A color he had never seen outside of dyed clothes, in the sky. It terrified, and bewildered him. He had been following the curious tracks- some more deep than others. And some sliding in the...