Vor'radier yawned, leaning more into the tree at his back, finally he heard nothing but the sounds of the woods, he was somewhere near the elven town of Pharialae, Luvrance's sister town was quite a bit quieter, not so much the tour-spot that one might have expected of the sister of such a successful human-magnet, Vor'radier preferred it here though, it was only a short walk from Luvrance. He sighed, leaning even further into the tree, he felt relaxed, nothing could ruin this perfect moment at which he was at peace with the world, here in nature where the prejudices of the 'intelligent' population of Nilithos had no effect on him he felt completely at home.

He frowned as he pulled the gauntlet from his right hand, lifting the back of his hand up to look at the ugly tattoo there, a yellow feather. Deserter they had called him. Coward. How would he have known they would win that small skirmish? He was only young then after all, 'No, I'm still young, but wiser,' he thought to himself, he sat there a moment longer, staring at the tattoo, then slipped his gauntlet back on with a sigh, his eyes began to droop shut.

He awoke as he heard footsteps, the crunching of boots on foliage, he rolled his shoulders, looking down to his spear laying at his feet he let out a sigh, "Sir?" he heard the feminine voice, it was somewhat sweet, yet at the same time whiny, "Yes?" he answered calmly, smiling to himself, "There's a letter for you sir, it's from the king," she announced, dropping a letter on hid lap and then turning on her heel, not waiting for any sort of thank you. He groaned softly, "What does that bastard of a human want from me, he's already taken my land, my friends, what next, my soul?" he muttered to himself angrily as he pulled the seal of the letter open and began reading.

'Vor'radier Nyth'Res,
you are hereby summoned by his lordship the king and are to come immediately to his home, disagree and you will be chased down and slaughtered-' he almost laughed at this, if he went into hiding it was likely they'd never find him, not even if they searched for fifty years, he set his eyes back to the paper, '-you are required for a certain task.' the letter ended there, it was signed by one of the king's idiot lackeys, probably didn't have the time to get off his lazy human backside and write it himself. He didn't quite care how rare letters from the king were, he would have been happy had they simply decided to leave him alone.

He dragged his spear into his hands and used it to help himself up, - not that he needed help - he began walking back towards Phariale, his spear slung over his shoulder, he reached it within a matter of minutes. Looking up and down the road he sighed, the Mythris kingdom was to his left as an obviously human constructed signpost so blatantly stated and to his right was the kingdom of the undead, he sighed to himself and began walking along the road towards the human kingdom, dreading the moment that he stepped into their lands.


((Hope that's alright, inspiration is sorta flowing like a bloody waterfall tonight.))

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