Awendris Vepiras

[Ibdivine]

This is my final post on thesse forums until my project is dead, I have asked this account be removed since everyone knows I played Awendris. Here is the stroy so no one comes tot he forum tripping and acussing. Awendris has been recreated to fit the RP I was playing.

Awendris had left this land awhile ago to search for something none other then he could give to himself and that was a source in which to feed his lust for life. He has been born into the life of a healer, and could no longer stand the pain that come with doing only so much for the true path of life. He has yearned for more now, something he could not receive as a light walker. He understood now there was no right and wrong, each side, both the light and the dark had agendas that helped themselves. Both in which seemed selfish in their own ways. He has gone a far way to gain the teaching of the great druid mention by Eshaine. The god have given him his faith in neutrality and it was his job to press farther in his faith and grasp it with two clenched fists. This druid that Eshaine spoke of was the only one who could give me the way to becoming a druid this late in his life, and he knew it would not be an easy path. After speaking with the druid, he was sent off to learn the ways of the ranger, for as much time as he spent in the forest, he still lacked knowledge in the basics. Once he was to gain the basic skills of a ranger, he would then be tested to become a druid. He then began his long travels back to his home lands, traveling only at night, to begin his final journey.

Ah the sweet smell of the night. There was the scent of rain in the air. Clouds drew up in the sky, heavy with water. It would storm tonight. He was sure of it. It would rain at about midnight. It would storm. And again back to midnight. Midnight was his favorite time of the day. Midnights meant empty streets; empty streets meant no one but tribunal, alone.

Tick, Tick, Tick...

The clock on the wall counted down the seconds, then the minutes. It read 11:52pm in simple numbers. The clock wasn't anything fancy. Awendris was never one for fancy things. He was a plane man with plane possessions. The room was empty save a bed, a dresser and the ticking clock on the wall. Awendris looked up at the clock and grabbed his beads off his bed. 11: 55pm, it was time to go. He pulled on the large black cloak and exited through the too small door of his smaller still rented room. Normally he stayed in the forest, the place of the Watchers, but he hadn't made it back before dawn last nigh and it is a dangerous place to be as a wanted man. As he walked down the hall no one gave him a second glance as he passed, they were all to concern about their own run down lives to care about the troubles of another. Awendris didn't argue.

He exited the run down tavern and out into the steady drizzle of rain, walking north. He passed several homeless people, who latched onto him begging for money, and he tossed them a few bucks and continued on his way as they scrambled to receive the gift. This was the lowest of the towns, where more then just the homeless lived. For in truth the vilest of creatures lived in these parts, picking off the weak and defenseless and savaging the human world for food and wealth. Tribunal, the lowest form of life, right above the tainted ones whom we will not get into... Awendris use to travel in a world of light, for others, for life. It is different now; he had found the truth source of life, and those he had once helped, stood firmly against what they “say” they stood for... Now, he slays those whom break the trust that people hold in them. Tribunal, they say they are “for the people” when all they do is fill their pockets and abuse their power for their own good, not caring for anyone else including the forest, the beginning of their own end.

That’s where he came in...

It was raining harder now and Awendris ran a hand through his color faded hair, to free it of water, tossing his head side to side and sending a fountain of droplets to the ground where they created patterns in the puddles and soaked the already sopping newspapers and garbage. He stopped abruptly under an overhanging roof of an abandoned temple looking around, taking in the site before his eyes.

There was no one about at this time of night, or in this part of the city, and the broken benches and abandoned buildings stood still and quite. He hadn't expected to see anything anyway. The citizens had been few and far between at night.

He looked down at his watch, black hair sliding to shield his face like curtains on either side as he bent his head forward. People had always told him to get a hair cut, as it was long and fell down to his chin in straight shiny strands, but he had never done so. He liked his hair the way it was.

12:02pm. they were late but Awendris didn't pay much attention. They had been late before, but at least they had shown up. They knew that at quarter past he would leave without them, it was their job to get there. They had not known he would be there, for he was presumed dead, but he was far from that, he was their first meeting for a long time to come...

He cast one more look out into the wet world around him before leaning against the building, watching the rain trickle down the overhang and land in a puddle on the ground in a continuous stream of water. It was quite... but it wouldn't be for long.

Farewell Forum.