- Messages
- 17
Elris rode through the countryside alone. He savoured the experience. His order travelled in teams and, as a result, they rarely received time to themselves. The last week had been an odd sensation. He had a reason for his isolation. He had located the legendary Skuld Zajac and was on his way to deliver her a warning. He did not wish to endanger her by telling anyone else of her location, he had kept his information close to his chest and revealed nothing to his order. While he had complete faith in his allies, it wasn't his place to tell and he certainly didn't want to risk Goldwater catching whiffs of his actions.
In the past year since the schism had begun, Elris had been elected to the position of Lord Commander - despite his best efforts - and had led one arm of the order against Goldwater's. In that same year, Elris had sought the location of Skuld. She was a templar, she was the best, which had meant she had made herself hard to find. Always in the background, when he wasn't swamped with paperwork or schism-related conflict, he had put all his remaining energy into finding her. Finally, after the long year of searching, he had received a solid lead and had doggedly pursued it.
He was here out of necessity. Yet he was aware his presence was dangerous and did not wish to bring danger to her door. She was retired, she had left, she had earned it after everything. Personally, he had never met her past a passing introduction. The stories of her deeds, however, were still sung about and spoken of within the order. Precisely because of her actions and heroics, he had felt like he owed it to her personally and had come to warn her. Vendar had been making moves against retired templars, several having now joined his cause - although Elris suspected that their hands had been forced. Equally, those he knew that would reject his offer, had mysteriously vanished - again he suspected Vendar. Skuld would be different. Whatever happened today, he would ensure the safety of her and her husband.
As his horse drew nearer to a specific farmstead, Elris slowed his horse to a trot. He made certain that his order insignia was on display, whilst his weapons were stowed on his saddle and not within easy reach. He was not a threat, but he was a stranger - so he took no chances. It was a deliberate show of peace, an extended olive branch, he was, for all intents and purposes, a sitting duck.
Clad in simple armour, weapons carefully stashed away, Elris was a painfully average figure. The only noticeable thing on him was a single black band tied around his arm. He was in mourning. He was mourning the loss of his comrades, the reputation of his order and the integrity of the templars. He had sworn in front of his allies, in front of his God, that he would not remove this until his mission was complete.
He sighed, pulling his horse to a stop tens of meters away from the homestead. Glancing around he began to appreciate the beautiful scenery and mused to himself that he too would like to end up somewhere like this someday. The rolling hills, the verdant grasslands, the simple life. A part of him was jealous, a part of him felt guilty. He had not wished to be here. Like the retired templars, Goldwater had forced his hand.
"My name is Elris Cedrasca." He paused and hoped he had the right home. "I come in search of Skuld Zajac, I bring grave news." Elris held his head low and waited. He wasn't sure what sort of welcome he would receive, but he wouldn't challenge it.
Skuld Zajac
In the past year since the schism had begun, Elris had been elected to the position of Lord Commander - despite his best efforts - and had led one arm of the order against Goldwater's. In that same year, Elris had sought the location of Skuld. She was a templar, she was the best, which had meant she had made herself hard to find. Always in the background, when he wasn't swamped with paperwork or schism-related conflict, he had put all his remaining energy into finding her. Finally, after the long year of searching, he had received a solid lead and had doggedly pursued it.
He was here out of necessity. Yet he was aware his presence was dangerous and did not wish to bring danger to her door. She was retired, she had left, she had earned it after everything. Personally, he had never met her past a passing introduction. The stories of her deeds, however, were still sung about and spoken of within the order. Precisely because of her actions and heroics, he had felt like he owed it to her personally and had come to warn her. Vendar had been making moves against retired templars, several having now joined his cause - although Elris suspected that their hands had been forced. Equally, those he knew that would reject his offer, had mysteriously vanished - again he suspected Vendar. Skuld would be different. Whatever happened today, he would ensure the safety of her and her husband.
As his horse drew nearer to a specific farmstead, Elris slowed his horse to a trot. He made certain that his order insignia was on display, whilst his weapons were stowed on his saddle and not within easy reach. He was not a threat, but he was a stranger - so he took no chances. It was a deliberate show of peace, an extended olive branch, he was, for all intents and purposes, a sitting duck.
Clad in simple armour, weapons carefully stashed away, Elris was a painfully average figure. The only noticeable thing on him was a single black band tied around his arm. He was in mourning. He was mourning the loss of his comrades, the reputation of his order and the integrity of the templars. He had sworn in front of his allies, in front of his God, that he would not remove this until his mission was complete.
He sighed, pulling his horse to a stop tens of meters away from the homestead. Glancing around he began to appreciate the beautiful scenery and mused to himself that he too would like to end up somewhere like this someday. The rolling hills, the verdant grasslands, the simple life. A part of him was jealous, a part of him felt guilty. He had not wished to be here. Like the retired templars, Goldwater had forced his hand.
"My name is Elris Cedrasca." He paused and hoped he had the right home. "I come in search of Skuld Zajac, I bring grave news." Elris held his head low and waited. He wasn't sure what sort of welcome he would receive, but he wouldn't challenge it.
Skuld Zajac
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