Grand Journey: Tales of Adventure (IC)
IntroductionThe land of Verbond hasn't seen war for many years, since the last war people have had enough bloodshed over ignorant and racist ideals, the vast races have either blended together to better make peace or completely kept to their own kind. Some don't wish to see the world so wounded by the past and strive for a unified nation of mixed races, but others want to take racial isolation further by means of mass genocide, while in the shadows mysterious groups want to change the world in their own ways and images. A world at sleep eventually have to awaken, by means of war or from change, but in the coming days both seem to draw ever so near...
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Ruavain ran through the dusty cobblestone roads of Caddale, his green cloak flapped behind him vigorously as he moved toward the edge of town. Every person that he had passed by had stopped to throw rocks at him; some had actually hit him as they shouted out names like; outcast, tainted blood, or elven mutt. He didn’t mind though because he felt that his blood gave him an advantage that they themselves didn’t have. As he reached the end of town he noticed that two men were walking to the small town in the distance. He knew that they were his father and godfather approaching from the small shack that was visible in contrast to the surrounding plains. Increasing his speed he sprints toward them with a smile wide across his face.
“Hey Caddale is really bustling today,” Ruavain calls out to them as he runs up to the two men.
“I can tell… looks like they got you with some rocks,” Aren says with a sorrowful expression as he examines Ruavain’s cheek that has a small bruise on it.
“Nothing he can’t handle Aren,” Galen says as he gives Ruavain a swift pat on the shoulder with a smile. “Isn’t that right Rua?”
Looking back towards the town Ruavain laughs a little to himself as he says, “The villagers treat me like that because they don’t know me… all they see is a half breed with more ability and potential then they could ever dream of possessing… someday everyone will respect and acknowledge me for who I truly am and not what they think I am.”
“Well said Ruavain,” Galen replies looking away slightly then to Aren, “Didn’t you have a message to pass on?”
Aren nods as he looks to Galen then over to Ruavain, “I’m going on a journey Ruavain… there’s something that I must do, but rest assured I will return home to you and your mother as soon as I can, also speaking of your mother she’s waiting for you to return home with those supplies… I think she has a little challenge prepared for you when you get to the house.” Aren lets out a chuckle and smiles to Ruavain as he and Galen continue to head off into town.
Continuing home to the small cabin that he calls home, Ruavain, notices a man sitting underneath a tree by the side of the road with a large cleaver-like blade next to him. He wearily walks passed the man eying him and thinking how suspicious it looks that this man is just outside of town under a roadside tree. Suddenly the sounds of creaking wood fills the area as roots wrap around Ruavain’s ankles and up around his legs as the man stumbles to his feet with a wild grin revealing missing teeth as well as permeating the air with the smell of alcohol. Losing his balance from being bound by roots, Ruavain falls hard onto the ground as he struggles to get freed.
“I caught a mixed blood, I caught a mixed blood,” the man cackles and sings as he raises his blade above his head and looks down at Ruavain with menacing eyes, “Now you die!!” he yells as the blade descends upon him.
The sound of an arrow cutting through the air sounds as an arrow whizz’ past him and into the man’s arm making him drop his blade and spin off balance from the force of the shot as well as weakening the magic in the roots. Freeing himself, Ruavain then grabs the disarmed blade and places it to the man’s throat and asks, “Who are you and what do you want with me?”
“I want to get paid as well as kill the foul spawn of man and mer,” the man says with a remorseless tone and gaze.
“Paid?” Ruavain says confused that he would be marked for death.
Just as he was about to ask another question a woman calls out to him, “Enough Ruavain, this elf was bribed into killing you most likely by another elf… seeing as the humans of Caddale don’t take kindly to our people,” she tells him.
“Amatria I wish I could say it was a pleasure to see you but it isn’t,” the man says unamused by her arrival.
“Sorry to disappoint you Ladaere, who sent you here and why,” Amatria says as she nocks another arrow into the quiver and aims at him.
“Just an old friend by the name of Nimrielye, sound familiar,” he starts to cackle and spit as he runs himself through his blade startling Ruavain who lets it go as the man impales himself.
“Let’s head home… this has been enough action for one day,” she tells him as they leave the slumped over body on the road as they head home.
“Who’s…” he starts but is cut off by Amatria as she raises her hand to him, “Someone you needn’t worry about… now let’s go get supper started,” she says to him then adds, "Did you get the food I sent you to get?"
"Yeah I was afraid that they may not sell it to me at first but whatever it took to get me out of town," Ruavain said as they walked toward their home.