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It has been long time…. Whispered the old theurgist. That desperate trek to find answers for his sudden weakening kept him way from home for many years. But the questions that leaded him to that long journey to the Eastern lands are now answered. The powers of the winds are ones again one with him even more than before and his journey has just ended.
He moved his hands and soft wind surrounded him. The weight from his tired legs disappeared as he made with speed the last steps on the road with the sculptured pillars. And there! He raised his head to stair the glory of Camelot. He stayed there for few moments and many thoughts of his past came up his mind. His youth … his home… the battles he gave in the name of the banner with the Holy Grail…. his friends, some of them might be still here he thought. Soon voices of children around brought him back from his nostalgic visions. He made a few steps closer to the gate, a young guard blocked his way and asked him with sharpness.
- Who are you old man? And what is your business in the city?
He didn’t answered. The Sergeant guardsman few steps away recognized the old man in the blue robes and rushed to correct the young guard.
- Let the man pass!!
And the Sergeant lowered his head like he was seeking forgiveness for the young guard foolishness. The young guard scared by the sergeant’s voice stepped aside and let him pass inside.
After few minutes he was gone, inside his beloved city and the young guard asked his master.
- Forgive me sir. But who is that old man.
And the Sergeant explained….
- That man was ones the greatest nightmare of our enemies and now he is back as it seams. With his friends hunted down our foes for many years, you might still hear some stories about their deeds. We must consider our selves lucky he is with us again on these dark times. Young man you just meet Pbuck Zalhonan, master of the winds.
Show mercy guys is the first time I ever try to write something like this
Might be the bad effects from playing Daoc for 2 years
He moved his hands and soft wind surrounded him. The weight from his tired legs disappeared as he made with speed the last steps on the road with the sculptured pillars. And there! He raised his head to stair the glory of Camelot. He stayed there for few moments and many thoughts of his past came up his mind. His youth … his home… the battles he gave in the name of the banner with the Holy Grail…. his friends, some of them might be still here he thought. Soon voices of children around brought him back from his nostalgic visions. He made a few steps closer to the gate, a young guard blocked his way and asked him with sharpness.
- Who are you old man? And what is your business in the city?
He didn’t answered. The Sergeant guardsman few steps away recognized the old man in the blue robes and rushed to correct the young guard.
- Let the man pass!!
And the Sergeant lowered his head like he was seeking forgiveness for the young guard foolishness. The young guard scared by the sergeant’s voice stepped aside and let him pass inside.
After few minutes he was gone, inside his beloved city and the young guard asked his master.
- Forgive me sir. But who is that old man.
And the Sergeant explained….
- That man was ones the greatest nightmare of our enemies and now he is back as it seams. With his friends hunted down our foes for many years, you might still hear some stories about their deeds. We must consider our selves lucky he is with us again on these dark times. Young man you just meet Pbuck Zalhonan, master of the winds.
Show mercy guys is the first time I ever try to write something like this
Might be the bad effects from playing Daoc for 2 years
