Post by Uther on Apr 11, 2020 5:26:22 GMT
[attr="class","uthsim"]It had been a difficult few months, to say the least. His injuuries had not made the hasty escape easy, and as relentless as his bloodthirsty pursuers were he hadn't felt safe enough to remain in his homeland, forcing him to brave the large expanse of barren wasteland beyond the Order's territory.
And, if he's being perfectly honest, Uther had been prepared to die out there under the baking sun. The Order was gone. His brothers and sisters murdered, the children slaughtered like lambs. Why should he, a knight coming into the winter of his life, live on in their stead? A knight who failed to protect those who relied on him? If he'd only returned to the fort earlier, he might have been able to save someone. Maybe he deserved to die out in the middle of nowhere, not in glorious battle but with a whimper, bled out and starved.
And then he'd stumbled across Solui. How such a vibrant land remained hidden away from the Order was beyond Uther, but he was grateful for the chance to find shelter and tend to his wounds. He'd found himself, eventually, in the shade of the redwood forest, tucking himself away in the hollow of a huge burned-out trunk while his flesh mended. For the first time in a small age, he felt safe, and as he slowly explored the wilds and rested his aching body, he began to recollect himself.
The Order can live on. As long as there is blood in his veins and compassion in his heart, Uther will continue to be a knight of the Draighen Order, and its principles will live on with him. For now, the most important task is to claim a place for himself, and lost souls such as himself, to shelter - and won't these woods be just perfect for that? Uther throws his head back in a thunderous roar, staking his claim as well as he knows how. Is there anyone else around to hear him? Surely he couldn't be alone in this lush realm.
And, if he's being perfectly honest, Uther had been prepared to die out there under the baking sun. The Order was gone. His brothers and sisters murdered, the children slaughtered like lambs. Why should he, a knight coming into the winter of his life, live on in their stead? A knight who failed to protect those who relied on him? If he'd only returned to the fort earlier, he might have been able to save someone. Maybe he deserved to die out in the middle of nowhere, not in glorious battle but with a whimper, bled out and starved.
And then he'd stumbled across Solui. How such a vibrant land remained hidden away from the Order was beyond Uther, but he was grateful for the chance to find shelter and tend to his wounds. He'd found himself, eventually, in the shade of the redwood forest, tucking himself away in the hollow of a huge burned-out trunk while his flesh mended. For the first time in a small age, he felt safe, and as he slowly explored the wilds and rested his aching body, he began to recollect himself.
The Order can live on. As long as there is blood in his veins and compassion in his heart, Uther will continue to be a knight of the Draighen Order, and its principles will live on with him. For now, the most important task is to claim a place for himself, and lost souls such as himself, to shelter - and won't these woods be just perfect for that? Uther throws his head back in a thunderous roar, staking his claim as well as he knows how. Is there anyone else around to hear him? Surely he couldn't be alone in this lush realm.
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