Post by Alezand Jozlyn on Jan 26, 2011 12:37:14 GMT -5
The guards standing outside the gates watched as the usual shuffle of merchants, traders, tourists, vagabonds, and diplomats passed through the gates in the early morning shine of the cresting sun. It was surprisingly warm today, and most of the snow had melted. The trackway was worn down and the mud had been churned up on th edges of the cobblestone road. Not much escaped their notice, in their daily vigilance. But then again, not much was to be noted in the usual bustle. Generally the same faces could been seen at the same regular intervals, and the new faces were non-threatening, and Avaren was at a time of rest.
They however did glance up at the man swathed in breone blue and pine green cloaking, black half leather and chain shirt over a navy blue tunic. The hood was pulled up over the man's head and face, shadowing his eyes. He wore a narrow leather belt of dark, dark brown with a double clasp, and his gracefully recurved sword hung on his left hip. The grip was wrapped in pine green leather and a finely wrought copper wire braid. The pommel and cross guard were of a highly polished silver shine. His slacks were of dyed dark gray linen and were covered by a black leather "kama", or skirt that was V notched in the front and draped down from the hips down either thigh down to the knees and wrapped around to the back. The pants descended down and were bloused in half shin high medium brown leather boots, each with a single brass clasp on the outer side.
This man was obviously of younger age, by his stride and his lower face. But his gait also spoke of discipline, pride, and of self confidence. There was something familiar to the guards about this man, and yet they couldn't quite place their fingers on it. He carried an air of experience despite his age. The figure silently strode up to the guards now looking at him, and paused mid stride and nodded to them each. "Good day Corporal Merrison. It's been a while, hasn't it?" The private to the right didn't catch on at first, but after a moment, Corporal Merrison let out a soft "oh.." as his memory finally jolted to a conclusion. "Master Alezand, it HAS been awhile. It is good to see you sir. I wondered what became of you after battle and all. What brings us the good fortune of having back in our midst?
Alezand raised his head, and now his blue eyes and other features could be made out under the hood. "It seems I have been summoned. Avaren has called for me. And you know well we all have a duty..." The traveler had let the sentence trail off. He nodded one last time and continued down the road into town. Upon finally seeing the face, the private, Williams, was able to recall where he had heard the voice before. He never met the man personally, but was aware of his actions in Avarens defense and in the fight between the Magi and Churches forces. He had technically fought along side the man very early in the private's career.
Alezand Jozlyn made his way down the familiar streets. He had never had a home land really before, but after more than half a decade here in this kingdom, this was the closest to ever feeling like he belonged anywhere. He had shed much of his own blood for the people here, and made many lasting allies and friends. And terrible enemies. He silently reached into his right cloak pocket and pulled out a letter. It was adorned with the kingdom's Royal seal. The Council had sent a personal message, requesting the warrior's presence. The details were still incomplete, but Alezand had a vague idea. And what did it matter what it was about. The closest thing he had to a home called. His duty was to answer regardless.
He mind wandered at this point, as he made his way around the street corners, dodging horse carts and boisterous groups not paying attention to where they were going. He thoughts went to his missing wive, and how he still felt a tiny bit of guilt in not being able to look for her at this time. She had been gone a year now. And despite his considerable abilities, he had not found hide nor hair of her since. And word had not been heard from Tyanno in months either. The aspiring arcane archer had been a good friend. Alezand missed his company, but it was imperative that someone trace the rumors of hidden members of their people, the Allaine, and check their validity.
He cleared his mind as he turned another corner in a four way...
They however did glance up at the man swathed in breone blue and pine green cloaking, black half leather and chain shirt over a navy blue tunic. The hood was pulled up over the man's head and face, shadowing his eyes. He wore a narrow leather belt of dark, dark brown with a double clasp, and his gracefully recurved sword hung on his left hip. The grip was wrapped in pine green leather and a finely wrought copper wire braid. The pommel and cross guard were of a highly polished silver shine. His slacks were of dyed dark gray linen and were covered by a black leather "kama", or skirt that was V notched in the front and draped down from the hips down either thigh down to the knees and wrapped around to the back. The pants descended down and were bloused in half shin high medium brown leather boots, each with a single brass clasp on the outer side.
This man was obviously of younger age, by his stride and his lower face. But his gait also spoke of discipline, pride, and of self confidence. There was something familiar to the guards about this man, and yet they couldn't quite place their fingers on it. He carried an air of experience despite his age. The figure silently strode up to the guards now looking at him, and paused mid stride and nodded to them each. "Good day Corporal Merrison. It's been a while, hasn't it?" The private to the right didn't catch on at first, but after a moment, Corporal Merrison let out a soft "oh.." as his memory finally jolted to a conclusion. "Master Alezand, it HAS been awhile. It is good to see you sir. I wondered what became of you after battle and all. What brings us the good fortune of having back in our midst?
Alezand raised his head, and now his blue eyes and other features could be made out under the hood. "It seems I have been summoned. Avaren has called for me. And you know well we all have a duty..." The traveler had let the sentence trail off. He nodded one last time and continued down the road into town. Upon finally seeing the face, the private, Williams, was able to recall where he had heard the voice before. He never met the man personally, but was aware of his actions in Avarens defense and in the fight between the Magi and Churches forces. He had technically fought along side the man very early in the private's career.
Alezand Jozlyn made his way down the familiar streets. He had never had a home land really before, but after more than half a decade here in this kingdom, this was the closest to ever feeling like he belonged anywhere. He had shed much of his own blood for the people here, and made many lasting allies and friends. And terrible enemies. He silently reached into his right cloak pocket and pulled out a letter. It was adorned with the kingdom's Royal seal. The Council had sent a personal message, requesting the warrior's presence. The details were still incomplete, but Alezand had a vague idea. And what did it matter what it was about. The closest thing he had to a home called. His duty was to answer regardless.
He mind wandered at this point, as he made his way around the street corners, dodging horse carts and boisterous groups not paying attention to where they were going. He thoughts went to his missing wive, and how he still felt a tiny bit of guilt in not being able to look for her at this time. She had been gone a year now. And despite his considerable abilities, he had not found hide nor hair of her since. And word had not been heard from Tyanno in months either. The aspiring arcane archer had been a good friend. Alezand missed his company, but it was imperative that someone trace the rumors of hidden members of their people, the Allaine, and check their validity.
He cleared his mind as he turned another corner in a four way...
