38th of Winter, 513 AV--Regulus' Home
Regulus sat up quite suddenly.
"It's time!" he stated loudly, jumping out of bed and running over to his stack of clean clothing.
This sort of outward joy was a bit uncharacteristic of Regulus, but tonight was a special night for him. After roughly a year of trying to situate himself within Riverfall, he was finally in a good enough state financially to begin preparing for his crusade. Not a single day passed where he didn't fidget in his slumber, dreaming of bringing justice to Mizahar, of avenging those who he failed to save those centuries ago.
As the graceful giant pulled on his ill-fitting, but fashionable clothing, he made certain to grab his harp on the way out the door. He treasured it, for it had been his salvation upon his arrival to the city. If it weren't for his musical skills, he would surely be destitute, living on the streets, and certainly no closer to his goal.
With a gentle pluck of the strings, and a rare smile on his face, Regulus stepped out into afternoon Riverfall. The sun was still on the horizon, but Regulus had more or less made it to his pure form, and as such, appeared even larger than usual. His chest puffed out in determination, he made his way through the crowded streets.
He was used to the strange looks. There had only ever been a handful of Ethaefal in Riverfall, and Regulus was certainly the largest. He did not care. He had come to love and respect the Akalak race and it's customs, and he genuinely enjoyed living among them. They had been more than welcoming, and he was genuinely grateful for both their hospitality and their skill in combat. He was going to need real training to return to his former glory, and the war-like Akalak race could definitely provide it. But first, he needed a weapon.
Regulus sat up quite suddenly.
"It's time!" he stated loudly, jumping out of bed and running over to his stack of clean clothing.
This sort of outward joy was a bit uncharacteristic of Regulus, but tonight was a special night for him. After roughly a year of trying to situate himself within Riverfall, he was finally in a good enough state financially to begin preparing for his crusade. Not a single day passed where he didn't fidget in his slumber, dreaming of bringing justice to Mizahar, of avenging those who he failed to save those centuries ago.
As the graceful giant pulled on his ill-fitting, but fashionable clothing, he made certain to grab his harp on the way out the door. He treasured it, for it had been his salvation upon his arrival to the city. If it weren't for his musical skills, he would surely be destitute, living on the streets, and certainly no closer to his goal.
With a gentle pluck of the strings, and a rare smile on his face, Regulus stepped out into afternoon Riverfall. The sun was still on the horizon, but Regulus had more or less made it to his pure form, and as such, appeared even larger than usual. His chest puffed out in determination, he made his way through the crowded streets.
He was used to the strange looks. There had only ever been a handful of Ethaefal in Riverfall, and Regulus was certainly the largest. He did not care. He had come to love and respect the Akalak race and it's customs, and he genuinely enjoyed living among them. They had been more than welcoming, and he was genuinely grateful for both their hospitality and their skill in combat. He was going to need real training to return to his former glory, and the war-like Akalak race could definitely provide it. But first, he needed a weapon.
