Post by Rith Matou on Feb 19, 2011 3:20:31 GMT -5
"Well I'll be... It's still here." The Man of the Claw said, dazzled with disbelief standing outside a modest, long-since-abandoned home near the edge of town. It seemed like forever since Rith had laid eyes upon this house and he was certain that it would have been torn down during the witch-hunting of years ago or just been occupied by someone else, but no. Through the grace of Mother Nature, where the Animist had once hung his cloak was still standing.
He had gotten this rustic-looking cabin years ago, when he was certain that Avaren was his home. He still was today, but his mission called him away more than once before. Even the last time he was here, he had not even the chance to see his home before the ugliness of the war had swallowed him as well. Things were different now, though. Avaren needed him again as did he Avaren. It would be satisfying to officially be home again after so long.
With a content sigh, Rith approached the domicile, his boots leaving prints behind in the dust on the porch as he stopped at a wooden plaque to his right of the door. With a hearty gust of breath, Rith blew away most of the accumulated dust revealing the words "Rith Matou, of the Claw" Etched into it above a carving of three claw-like marks like the magical tattoos that adorned his face. Finally, he fished a flint and steel from his pack and lit the lantern to his left of the door.
Digging back into his pack, he delved about for a minute or so, looking for something he thought he'd never use again but still kept as a memento of better times. With a chuckle of success, Rith pulled out a brass key and immediately set to unlocking the front door. One step inside the door and the memories immediately began flooding back like a tidal wave. Sure, there was some needed maintenance to the home, but at the moment Rith was enamored with the place. Without a second thought, the Animist closed the door behind him, hung his cloak and pack up on a pair of wooden pegs by the door, and set to lighting lanterns and re-discovering his own home. "It is indeed good to be home." He said with a feeling of calm unknown to even him.
He had gotten this rustic-looking cabin years ago, when he was certain that Avaren was his home. He still was today, but his mission called him away more than once before. Even the last time he was here, he had not even the chance to see his home before the ugliness of the war had swallowed him as well. Things were different now, though. Avaren needed him again as did he Avaren. It would be satisfying to officially be home again after so long.
With a content sigh, Rith approached the domicile, his boots leaving prints behind in the dust on the porch as he stopped at a wooden plaque to his right of the door. With a hearty gust of breath, Rith blew away most of the accumulated dust revealing the words "Rith Matou, of the Claw" Etched into it above a carving of three claw-like marks like the magical tattoos that adorned his face. Finally, he fished a flint and steel from his pack and lit the lantern to his left of the door.
Digging back into his pack, he delved about for a minute or so, looking for something he thought he'd never use again but still kept as a memento of better times. With a chuckle of success, Rith pulled out a brass key and immediately set to unlocking the front door. One step inside the door and the memories immediately began flooding back like a tidal wave. Sure, there was some needed maintenance to the home, but at the moment Rith was enamored with the place. Without a second thought, the Animist closed the door behind him, hung his cloak and pack up on a pair of wooden pegs by the door, and set to lighting lanterns and re-discovering his own home. "It is indeed good to be home." He said with a feeling of calm unknown to even him.