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Timestamp - Morning, 27th of Summer, AV 494
The figure walked tentatively up the street. It was strange to see it so exposed to the wilderness behind him; he was unsure whether the lack of gate or guards comforted him or made him uneasy. In truth it was latter as he fidgeted, gripping the heavy backpack that was slung over his shoulder tightly he wandered into the deserted street. He was no doubt a strange sight to anyone that had bothered to look at him but in Sunberth at least the sight of a dishevelled, half-starved nineteen year old with thick clumps of dirt splattered through his hair and whatever you could call the youthful facial hair on his chin was quite common in this dump.
It had been a long journey for Garret, after stealing all the money he could lay his hands on and his father's spike mace "No it's yours now" he reminded himself. Either way, after he took everything he could carry he found himself in the company of a merchant caravan transporting food between Syilras and Zeltiva. Amongst the company of merchants, travellers and guard he dwelled on his future. He couldn't turn back now, his father was the most law abiding citizen and guard would be forced to punish him for theft, he had to go somewhere that he would blend into, somewhere that didn't care about a thief on the run.
Sunberth fit the bill perfectly. He heard his parents constantly complain about the lawless city, how it should be burnt to the ground and since he knew they would never set foot in there that was where he would flee to. So when the caravan left the mountains he joined a small group that splintered off towards Sunberth. This smaller second group was made up of violent thugs, shady merchants and various conmen and for the next couple of moons he travelled with these men and women, for a fee of course.
And for too long he was subjected to their vile tales, their disgusting language and had to witness their depraved needs but Garret did what he always did and sat in silence staring into the bowels of the fire that brought little warmth to his bones under the shadowed wilderness, night after night. After walking for what seemed an age amongst the scum, Sunberth finally came to view on the horizon. He left the group in the early hours of the morning, eager to arrive at his new home and leave the company of the caravan.
The final walk had taken him several hours, it had been an excruciating trek as the sun broke the horizon, sending the scorching summer heat to blister any exposed part of his body. So with a dry throat, aching feet and dirty, sweaty skin he stumbled into what he had once been told was the backside of the world.
The street was deathly silent, his breathing was only noise he could hear coming from the street. The houses were no doubt either empty or filled with squatters high on drugs. He wouldn't want to be them right now, all the houses were in a state of disrepair, all were adorned with smashed windows, rotting wood and roofs covered in holes. As a refreshing breeze rolled in behind him, churning up dust that layered the street every house seemed to creak and groan, desperate to collapse under their own weight.
Timestamp - Morning, 27th of Summer, AV 494
The figure walked tentatively up the street. It was strange to see it so exposed to the wilderness behind him; he was unsure whether the lack of gate or guards comforted him or made him uneasy. In truth it was latter as he fidgeted, gripping the heavy backpack that was slung over his shoulder tightly he wandered into the deserted street. He was no doubt a strange sight to anyone that had bothered to look at him but in Sunberth at least the sight of a dishevelled, half-starved nineteen year old with thick clumps of dirt splattered through his hair and whatever you could call the youthful facial hair on his chin was quite common in this dump.
It had been a long journey for Garret, after stealing all the money he could lay his hands on and his father's spike mace "No it's yours now" he reminded himself. Either way, after he took everything he could carry he found himself in the company of a merchant caravan transporting food between Syilras and Zeltiva. Amongst the company of merchants, travellers and guard he dwelled on his future. He couldn't turn back now, his father was the most law abiding citizen and guard would be forced to punish him for theft, he had to go somewhere that he would blend into, somewhere that didn't care about a thief on the run.
Sunberth fit the bill perfectly. He heard his parents constantly complain about the lawless city, how it should be burnt to the ground and since he knew they would never set foot in there that was where he would flee to. So when the caravan left the mountains he joined a small group that splintered off towards Sunberth. This smaller second group was made up of violent thugs, shady merchants and various conmen and for the next couple of moons he travelled with these men and women, for a fee of course.
And for too long he was subjected to their vile tales, their disgusting language and had to witness their depraved needs but Garret did what he always did and sat in silence staring into the bowels of the fire that brought little warmth to his bones under the shadowed wilderness, night after night. After walking for what seemed an age amongst the scum, Sunberth finally came to view on the horizon. He left the group in the early hours of the morning, eager to arrive at his new home and leave the company of the caravan.
The final walk had taken him several hours, it had been an excruciating trek as the sun broke the horizon, sending the scorching summer heat to blister any exposed part of his body. So with a dry throat, aching feet and dirty, sweaty skin he stumbled into what he had once been told was the backside of the world.
The street was deathly silent, his breathing was only noise he could hear coming from the street. The houses were no doubt either empty or filled with squatters high on drugs. He wouldn't want to be them right now, all the houses were in a state of disrepair, all were adorned with smashed windows, rotting wood and roofs covered in holes. As a refreshing breeze rolled in behind him, churning up dust that layered the street every house seemed to creak and groan, desperate to collapse under their own weight.
