11-12-2017, 10:29 PM
Lycia was dangerous. Extremely so, given the fact that he had been technically a refugee. That he had been helping a mage–his sister–escape what had been her homeland. Very few people would recognise his face, but if his father or his brother happened to be here...he wasn't sure what they would do. His father would probably try to get him to come back, and his brother...well, could he bring himself to kill him as he had said he was going to? Either way, his associations with Bern were well-hidden. He was in his non-descript travel armour, and he was on foot. Mori was staying with him in the forest, and he only went into town to buy supplies and listen to gossip. He missed being able to relax in a tavern...but he supposed this saved him money, too.
Tobias grimaced at having to return here, as different as Tuscana was from his homeland of Ostia. But he'd been given a task, and that task was to bring his cousin back safely. His cousin had flown into a rage with the closing of the wyverns' stables, and in his rage, he'd fled. It was irrational, but Leopold was like that when he was extremely angry. Perhaps due to the fact that he held it in so much...
If Tobias had been more understanding, perhaps he could have prevented this. But now was not the time for regrets. He didn't want to make another mistake.
Someone had said that a young man with his description had been seen heading this way with a cloaked man. Tobias wondered what Leopold had gotten himself into, and he hoped that he could bring him back safely. He might be able to turn into a dragon, but he was far from invincible. Even worse were the rumors of this dark cult...or movement of some sort. Tobias had only been able to catch snippets of the conversation about it. And rumors were rumors.
At the time, he'd been at the market. He'd just bought some new arrows for his quiver. he liked to keep those stocked, as he was primarily an archer – whether mounted or dismounted. That was when it met his ears. He heard some commotion, and made his way past a crowd to where it had come from. Mentally he cringed when he saw Imperials. There seemed to be a priest as well...and what appeared to be a dead man. At closer glance, Tobias could see the obvious effects dark magic had upon a body. The corrupting, corroding nature of the kind of magic that gave magic a bad name...
Tobias shivered as he got closer, gauntleted hands in his cloak. He fully expected them to push him aside, and say this was 'imperial business only', but this was a chance to search for his cousin. "Dark magic for sure. Look at how his flesh is corroded. I do hope something is done about the dark mages. Should you need my bow arm, I'm ready and willing to hunt these killers down..."
Tobias grimaced at having to return here, as different as Tuscana was from his homeland of Ostia. But he'd been given a task, and that task was to bring his cousin back safely. His cousin had flown into a rage with the closing of the wyverns' stables, and in his rage, he'd fled. It was irrational, but Leopold was like that when he was extremely angry. Perhaps due to the fact that he held it in so much...
If Tobias had been more understanding, perhaps he could have prevented this. But now was not the time for regrets. He didn't want to make another mistake.
Someone had said that a young man with his description had been seen heading this way with a cloaked man. Tobias wondered what Leopold had gotten himself into, and he hoped that he could bring him back safely. He might be able to turn into a dragon, but he was far from invincible. Even worse were the rumors of this dark cult...or movement of some sort. Tobias had only been able to catch snippets of the conversation about it. And rumors were rumors.
At the time, he'd been at the market. He'd just bought some new arrows for his quiver. he liked to keep those stocked, as he was primarily an archer – whether mounted or dismounted. That was when it met his ears. He heard some commotion, and made his way past a crowd to where it had come from. Mentally he cringed when he saw Imperials. There seemed to be a priest as well...and what appeared to be a dead man. At closer glance, Tobias could see the obvious effects dark magic had upon a body. The corrupting, corroding nature of the kind of magic that gave magic a bad name...
Tobias shivered as he got closer, gauntleted hands in his cloak. He fully expected them to push him aside, and say this was 'imperial business only', but this was a chance to search for his cousin. "Dark magic for sure. Look at how his flesh is corroded. I do hope something is done about the dark mages. Should you need my bow arm, I'm ready and willing to hunt these killers down..."
INSURRECTION OCs
WIP