Dameon sighed and flexed his injured hand. It was stiff and painful, but nothing was broken. "The sun still grants me small favors, I suppose" He said quietly. His flight from Sappir had been messier than he would have liked, but there was very little in his life that was not a bit of a mess at this point. A spume of freezing salt water crashed over the side of the boat he was on, soaking the gray, homespun cloak that disguised his intricate armor. It mattered not however, for the Immortal power of the sun was more than enough to keep him warm.
He sighed deeply and went over the past night's event in his head. He had meant to slip out to the docks of Sappir unmolested, with his last pieces of dignity and equipment still intact, however clearly god had to test his fortitude further. As he reached the docks he saw the glittering golden armor that was bestowed upon the army of the sun on two soldiers, who were clearly waiting to accost him.
He drew up his horse about ten feet from them, and stood, glaring at them, his gaze unwavering. Finally one spoke. "Dameon, my friend, it's good to see that you're so eager to begin your banishment before the council has even bestowed it upon you, but I am afraid we must relieve you of your sword, armor, and amulet before you go, seeing sa you are no longer welcome by Solarus." His tone was conversational almost friendly, but his eyes spit venom, and he and his companion both drew their wickedly sharp blades.
"I mean no dishonor to the Great Tribune, of course. I will come quietly" Dameon said. He dismounted his horse and stepped forward, his arms outstretched, his mighty blade, Whom he had named Helios, sheathed upon his back. The guards approached warily, one with his sword raised, the other with a length of chain.
Dameon struck out fast as lighting, these soldiers were good, but he was one of the King's Clerics, or at least, he was. He smashed his gauntlet into the man with the sword's face so hard that even his own hand had a bolt of pain run through it, he then turned his body and lowered his stance, letting the other man's sword whistle just above his gray hair. He then shot upwards, driving his pauldron hard into the underside of the soldier's chin. Both fell to the ground unconscious, but he merely climbed onto his horse again. He felt no need to slay his brethren, even if they had cast him out. He kicked hard into the sides of his horse and continued onto the docks.
He had bartered his horse for passage on the first boat heading out, which turned out to be a swift merchant vessel headed for Wortgott. The town sounded terribly provincial to Dameon, but he really had no other choice. Wortgott it was.
His eyes shot open, The great sun had once again dawned upon the dark world, bathing it in her divine light. He said his morning prayers on the bow of the ship, facing ever towards the sun.
"Hey" a gruff voice called out. It was the captain of the ship. "We'll be in Wortgott in about an hour" Dameon sighed. Wartgott wasn't in Sappir, but there would still probably be spies of the Great Tribune hunting him. He needed to find another boat, one that would'nt ask questions, that could take him far away and hide him. When the boat arrived he stepped out onto the docks, breathed in the fresh salty air, and started looking for a suitable vessel.