Finally penning down the return

[DoS Archive]

From: duelmoyrloch@aol.com (DUEL Moyrloch)
Date: 25 Mar 2003 17:30:11 EST

Standing on the mountains surrounding Rhydin, he looked down upon a locale that was both eerily familiar and frighteningly new all at once. Gathering his courage and his scant personal possessions, he began his trek down the mountains and into town. Stopping at one building in particular, he glances over its dilapidated appearance.
"Goin’ t’ ‘ave t’ fix tha’ up, I suppose. . .really ‘as been a while." he said dryly.
Shaking his head and chuckling to himself, he continues on his way to the Vaults to collect his belongings he left behind so long ago. His new cloak fluttering in the breeze of the cool evening as he makes his way up the stairs and into the building.
Moments later, his exit cloaked by nightfall, the hooded man made his way back to his home, a single knapsack over his shoulder.
Taking a key from the bag, he unlocks the dust-covered front door. Looking around, he reaches up to remove the hood of his cloak, revealing the long black braid with silver streaks at the temples. Wheat colored eyes gleaming in the darkness, he cracks a smile.
"’S good t’ be ‘ome". . .


Th' time 'as come. Who'll stan' ready?



Tarynthryn Moyrlochlon Silverwing