[Bronze Woods]Old News from Cyphrus

by **Crypt** on November 11th, 2012, 2:09 am

“Thank you.” Crypt spoke simply, not wanting to deepen the sorrow he could tell that Aoren was feeling. A Drykas was still a Drykas, no matter where, no matter if he had no windmarks, especially if he was of the same Clan.

Aoren had some connection to the Skycrown Family? Curious. Crypt had met them before, but he did not have much contact with them, except when he was invited to one of their members' weddings.

“The last I saw of them was at Daila Skycrown's wedding to one of my older friends. They are a large and proud family, and are strong warriors. I do not know them personally, though one of them, quite a pretty girl of my age, was infatuated with me, and stalked me everywhere when I was still in Endrykas. I don't know how she is now - probably married by now.”

Crypt chuckled, reminiscing about the past.

by **Aoren** on November 11th, 2012, 2:30 am

Aoren perked up. He rose to his feet as the hope in his eyes flared and smile broke out onto his face.

"Then...then they're real! It's not just a dream." He looked off into the distance as if staring at some vague memory. A warmth spread within his visage and he gave a lighthearted chuckle. It was almost a sob of joy. "They're real." He ran a hand over his face and took a deep breath unable to stop the bout of laughter that overtook him.

"Thank you, Crypt. I...I can't thank you enough. In that one admittance you have confirmed what I have been hoping for years. At least now I know that my family is real even if I do not know them." He offered the man a smile.

"The only reason I even know the name is because an older gentleman said I bore likeness to my father who was of the Skycrown family. Now that I know the name of at least one of them I can set out to find them. Summer. Summer sounds like a great time. That is when they are closest to Syliras?" He nodded. He mouthed his relative's name. "Daila." Nodding he smiled again.

"It is good to hear that they are at least a strong and healthy family." He sighed and picked up his journal writing out the name as he could spell it. He put a few question marks after it uncertain as to her exact relation to him. He turned to the man who had given him this wonderful news, vague though it was, it was news enough.

"Is there any way I can repay you for this kindness?"

by **Crypt** on November 11th, 2012, 3:04 am

Crypt could see the pure joy emanating from Aoren, and he chuckled again, satisfied that he had helped another Drykas. Observing Aoren's exuberant display of happiness and joy, almost to the point of tears, Crypt was struck with a revelation.

He's one of them! No wonder he's so happy. Yes, his next statement confirms it.

“Nothing, Aoren. To have helped a Clan brother is a reward in itself. I wish you luck in finding them.”

by **Aoren** on November 17th, 2012, 1:41 pm

Aoren nodded and closed his journal after making a final notation within its pages. He took a deep breath and chuckled softly. He scratched his head as he turned his attention to a far off place for a few brief moments.

"Thank you, Crypt. I am not a wealthy man so I can offer you no money or riches for this news but if you would ask it of me then I would share what knowledge I have with you." He held up his hands. At the center of the palms were ritual scars created in the learning of his craft. Healed with age but obvious to those who knew what they were.

"I am no master but I know enough to impart the basic principles of what I know to you. The rest you will have to learn on your own. If you accept my offer that is." He dropped his hands and shrugged awaiting a response from his fellow Drykas.

Aoren was still glowing from the happiness he had felt at the revelation of this knowledge. He wondered how many brothers and sisters he might have. How old were they? Would they be happy to see him if they even knew he existed? The most important question though: was his father still alive and if so...why did he abandon him?

All of these things crossed his mind as he waited for Crypt's reply. It was not often that another wizard offered his knowledge so willingly but Aoren could think of no greater reward to share with the other Drykas.

by **Crypt** on November 17th, 2012, 2:23 pm

Crypt, his curiousity being piqued by Aoren's offer, leant towards the seemingly random scars to examine them more closely. Moving his eyes slowly across his fellow Drykas' palms, his eyes widened, and he straightened up, shaking his head.

No normal scars they are. They are drawn in patterns. When he said he wished share the knowledge, did he mean these scars? And they do look familiar... Yes. That stranger in Avanthal. The very same scars, only more faded. And he was creating ice out of a silvery substance - Reimancy. Yes. Does he want to initiate me?

Leaving his thoughts at that, Crypt spoke.

“I am sorry, but I cannot accept this most generous offer. My reason for doing so is that I already know what arts I shall pursue, and reimancy is not one of them. It is... rather tempting to be able to drive a spear of ice through multiple enemies, or skewer everyone on earth spikes, but I would rather not do so, for my interests lay elsewhere.”

Crypt paused for a moment, his face pensive as he stared at Aoren. A few seconds later, a sly grin broke out on his face.

“There is, however, one thing that you will be able to give me, and that I would want. A favor, Aoren. I may have need of you in the future, and when that time comes I will call on you to aid me, and you cannot refuse.”

by **Aoren** on July 6th, 2013, 3:40 pm

Aoren considered the man's request. He didn't really have any reason to refuse or suspect foul play in the offer. The man didn't seem to have any ulterior motives to speak of but the young Drykas was always a cautious man. He typically avoided getting into situations that forced his hand. For the information the man had given him though? Aoren owed him a great deal.

"When the time comes that you need my assistance, friend, I will be there." He nodded as he spoke the promise. While Aoren could not yet tell what the future held he was certain that there were unseen strings attatched to this agreement. How could he have walked away from it and maintain his honor though? The answer was simple, he could not. Whatever the future favor may be he would be certain to make good on it. If there was one thing Aoren lived by it was a code of honor. What else did he have?

"Until then, friend, may the gods guide your path to better places." Aoren gave the man a slight bow before shouldering his pack into a comfortable position and choosing to depart the clearing. He had so much to plan. So much to get ready for. But one thing was absolutely certain...

Aoren walked away from that clearing with a renewed sense of hope.

by **Radiant** on July 22nd, 2013, 4:10 pm

njaa

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My radiance is not bright enough?

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