Author Topic: A Free Man  (Read 6939 times)

Daycryn

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Re: A Free Man
« Topic Start: August 22, 2012, 04:31:49 AM »
His rough-spun traveling clothes, his pack full of assorted items - stones and gems, lamps and ropes, pieces of animal, patches of leather and silk - all of it sold for enough coin to buy Lokenth a horse and some fine clothes. He still carried his weapon and armor, dented and nicked as they were, but this only made him look ever more the part. He still felt half a fraud, like those bloody sages. Sure, they could call themselves "Lord of the Evening" and whatnot, and no one seemed to notice or care, but of what worth was such 'nobility?' Why, as much as his own.

Still, he had his letters, and he had coin, and in Saex there might be a manse for him to take. It was time to introduce himself to the nobles of Arcaea. The king knew him, but to the rest he was a nobody, with no name; a minor new claimant to a minor house nobody in the Far East had ever heard of and precious few elsewhere did either.

Hmm... I don't feel different, he thought as he ventured down the road to Saex.

If anything, it was rather uncomfortable. His new clothes were not made for rough use, nor his arse for horse riding. The horse wanted to go one way, and then the other, and seemed to avoid the straight path down the road. Even walking, his legs splayed over the saddle awkwardly. He met some travelers along the way, freemen and commoners like him, and they didn't give him a second glance. Looking down on the peasant-folk from one's high horse was a disappointment.

As night fell he tied his horse up, started a fire by the side of the road, and by the campfire light began to write.
Lokenth, Warrior of Arcaea, former Adventurer
Adamir, Lord of Luria Nova