Fleeing a pair of newly arisen and vengful gods,
a contingent of keepers of the old faith have fled across a sea and found themselves
stranded in hostile wilderness. Beset on all sides the exile colony struggles to maintain its
foothold in the new lands. Times are hard but the colony is slowly starting to flourish,
however, the threat of the living gods continues to lurk ever present on the horizon.
| The Call; The return of Rumil | |
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| RumilDeaton | November 16 2017, 10:35 AM Post #1 |
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Lost Ranger
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The two rabbits in a snare, where quickly gathered up and put into a small leather bag, before it was slung over his back. For year's now he had been out here on his own. Alone in the wilds. Wondering around and never staying in one place for too long. He had grown to like the isolation he lived in now, was what he had needed, it was what his mind craved and his heart long for. Quite and still. Nothing but woods, and the life that he was began to pick out for himself. Time had drifted passed, as it always did. Summer turned into Winter, Fall into Spring. He has left Cormyr years ago, and had not looked back. Not after the last time he had talked to Mija, the mage. Not after the last time, he had been in the Tavern of the Phaonx And had been told not to come back. The half-elf shook his head, clearing that line of thinking right out of it. There was no point in looking back on the hateful words, that had been spoken to him. There was no point at all in blaming himself for the things that had been out of his control. No point in beating himself up over any of it. It had taken a great deal of time, about 150 years out in the woods alone, but he had fainly forgiven himself, for the things he had blamed himself for. His shatter heart and broken mind had healed themselves. Rumil took his time, doubling back the way he had come. He went deeper and deeper into the woods, not bothering hid his trail as he went. Few people ever come this fare out into woods anymore. The few that did where welcome at his fire. For a small price, of course, that price was for any news from the city and what his friends he had left behind were up to now. Not much news come anymore. Most of them had passed from this world or had retired from life altogether. As the half-elf walked something was a bit different, then it had been all the other time's as he traveled throw the woods. His trail shifted to the right, away from the small back shift camp he had made for himself. A voice deep inside his mind whispered to him, called to him. I had started years ago. At first, it was a simple tug on his heart. A need, a want to find someone. Then that tug had turned into a whisper and whisper in a voice. Today was the day that he could no longer ignore that voice, today he would answer it. Sure and quick feet would take him to the oldest part of the woods. The light from the sun danced in the shadows. Birds song and animals glanced up as the ranger made his way. As he got closer to where he was the head, Rumil would stop blinding himself into the shadows. He reached his hand up laying his hand on the rough surface of a tree. He stood watching a meadow on the other side. It was hard to tell how long he stood there, staring bedating on if he really wanted to seek out this voice that kept calling him. The morning light had faded into night. A fire sprung to life in the clearing. Rumil sighed deeply and then stepped out from behind the tree, and made his way to the fire. He sat down a few feet from it. The leather bag with the rabbits were pulled from his back and he went about cleaning them. They were cooking on the fire when "he" decided to show his face. "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up." A deep male voice said. Rumil glanced up from the fire. On the other side stood a tall man. It always struck him add how much he and his father looked different in so many ways. Rumil was shorter them him. He was lean, while Rumil was on the husky side of things. He had brown hair, and Rumil's was blond. The only thing he had gotten from his father was his leaf green eye's that were staring at him intently. "Father," Rumil said in greeting before turning the rabbits on the fire, wouldn't want them to burn now would we. "It was hard to ignore your call, when you were just about shouting in my head." Derek chuckled and it faded from his lips as they turned up with a smile. Thought he would never a mite it Derek had grown to love the son he had watched grow up over the years. He had of course been shocked when his bother had come to him with the news that he was a father. He become considered when Rumil had become a king at the age of 18 years. He had found love for the half-elf the day that Kystrel had been destroyed. His son had wanted to stay and fight with his friends and family. He wanted to defend the land that he loved. It was Derek that couldn't watch his son be destroyed. He couldn't watch him die. So it had been him that had tossed Rumil out of Kystrel, the selfless acted of a father perhaps. "No," Derek thought, watching his son. "Kystrel still needs him. I still need him." There was a lot of time that Derek had to make up with his son. A lot of time he couldn't go back and replace. Out laud, he said to Rumil, "What if you could go back to Kystrel....Would you?" Of course, he already knew that answer to that, but Derek needed to make sure, that was what his son wanted. There would be no tossing of people into Kystrel, like he had tossed Rumil out, even if it was for his own good. The resentment he had first seen in his son's eye's hunted him still. Rumil looked up at his father arching an eyebrow at him. "I am already in Kystrel..." he said slowly not sure what he was talking about. Had the god lost his mind...... "Your not," Derrek said with a shack of his head. "You're in an edited version of it." And then Rumils father went into a long explanation of what had been after he had pushed Rumil out of the real Kystrel. When he was done Rumil sat staring at his father. His eyes wide and he gave a small shock to his head. That all sounded very much like something his uncle would do, what all the gods would do. He huffed a sigh. "And if I don't want to go back?" He asked looking away from his father, the rabbits on the fire long forgotten and burned slightly. But still worth eating. But now he really didn't feel like eating them at all. His stomach having along seats dropped to his feet. "Then you don't go back," Derrek said eyeing him. Had he been wrong about his son? Or was this just Rumil being upset with him still about tossing him out? "You can stay here and live the rest of your days. But...." He said slowly having on idea how his son would respond to what he was going to say next. "Kystrel will need you, the people that come back will need your help." Rumil snorted. "Because I did such a good job at that the first time around." He pulled a piece of meat of from one rabbit happy to see the inside had burned. He eat it, and pulled more off, unwilling to meet his father's gaze. Derrek shock his head at his son. "You're older now," He told his son. "and whatever you may think, you did a good. I am proud of you, so is your Uncle. Your way to hard on yourself." Rumil sighted and glance back up at his father. "I'll go back," He said in a small voice. "But don't look to me, to do anything to help. I only wish to return home., to my real home." Derrek girned at him, little did Rumil know his father knew that what he just said wasn't turn. He would help, he would guild the people. He might do it from the shadows. But it was who Rumil was, it was in his blood. Just as it was in Derreks. His son was much like himself even if he didn't think so. "As you wish..." Derrek said and began to disappear. In doing do so, the world around Rumil would begin to shift. The meadow would go back, and Rumil would pass out, from the shifting of two worlds when he would wake, he would be sitting in the mild of a deep woods. His body would be complainty relaxed. He has answered his father's call and in doing so had found his way back home.... Edited by TWoK Admin, November 19 2017, 12:58 PM.
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