The journy home

Nathen · March 17th, 2011, 9:53 pm

OC: This is a open topic for any intrested

IC:

Some time had passed since Nathen bid farewell to Jia, his closest friend and ally with a promise of aid to her cause. Nathen returned to the mercenary guild, and after talking to the guild master, secured a small private army with promise of loot, wine, and of course, woman. All that remained was for Nathens fellow guildsmen to gather. While he waited Nathen decided to spend time with his family on the farm they owned outside the ancient elven wood. But one of many farms that made up the scattered human settlements.

He walked now down a buddy wet road soaked to the skin from the storm that was passing. It did not bother him though. For Nathen, storms were relaxing. Nathen paused at the top of a hill and looked to the sad wooden farmhouse connected to a barn. Lightening flashed followed by a loud crack of thunder. The man adjusted the hood of his travelers cloak and the strap of a dirt colored duffle bag on his shoulder that held his belongings.

Nathen had hoped to one day return to the capital and restore the proud name of Drake. But that was a hopless dream he came to accept. His family would never reclaim there noble status. Nor would he, as high lord. Sighing Nathen continued his trek down the muddy dirt road. His boots making loud sucking sounds with each step in the mud.

Now on the porch and out of the rain Nathen banged on the door. He waited a moment and banged again until at last the door opened. The light coming out and chasing away the darkness of the night. Nathens mother stood in the doorway and let out a surprised gasp. "Nathen! Come in! What are you doing traveling the roads at night! And in a storm of all things! Storm lord or not it is not safe" Nathen smiled, the horribly burned side of his face wrinkling up.

Nathen entered and put down the huge duffle bag and hugged his mother. When the hug ended Sasha put a hand on her sons cheek. "You have become so handsome" Nathen looked around and a puzzled look crossed his face. "Where is Valoran?" Nathens mothers face saddened. "She is gone. Your sister left for the capital to open up a dress shop and make her fortune"

Nathen was furious and did not make any attempt to conceal it. "She left you hear alone to manage the farm!? What was she thinking!" Sasha patted Nathens arm. "It was her choice. I have been fine. Now even better if you have quite the mercenarys and come to stay. It will be easier with a man around"

Nathen had not come to stay. But tellling his mother that could wait until morning. Leaving his bag on the floor near the entrance he followed his mother into the kichen. "You could not have come at a better time. Go upstairs and get changed out of those wet cloths" She paused to examine Nathens crimson army chestplate in memory before adding. "I made your favorite for dinner tonight" Nathen chuckled. "Goolash? No one makes it better then you"

Nathen remembered at a time when he was a child when he hated his mothers cooking. But after the army drafted him as a child soldier Nathen came to appreciate the simple pleasures of life. Warm food, a warm bath, even a roof over his head was a luxury now. Nathen went upstairs to his room before he fled with Elsa and changed into a casual tunic. The room was the same as he left it. Going downstairs Nathen took his place at the head of the table being the eldest male of the family. After scooping some meaty goolash from the pot and putting it on the rice on his plate Nathen looked to the empty seat where his sister would have normaly sat.

His mother led prayer in there native Dashi tounge. Where they thanked the dragon gods for the food. And there protection over Nathen in guiding him home. They talked as they ate. "Nathen, where is the sky queen who chose you as her champion?" Nathen minded his manners and finished eating before speaking. Not so much because he cared about manners. He was a mercenary after all. He just feared his mothers wrath, and a quick smack to the back of the head.

"She is staying out of sight and mind mother. But she is close" His mother then asked. "When are you going to find a nice woman as your wife and settle down? If your out on adventures all the time how am I ever going to have grandchildren?" Nathen rolled his eyes. "Here we go again" He thought silently.

"A Dashi woman would be best I think. A strong woman to take care of you" The slayers failed in there genocide of our people and there are still small colonys all over the land. The blood of our people grows thin Nathen with each generation. Fewer and fewer men are born. You have to do your part"

Nathen finished the foot in his mouth before answering. "You know mother back in normal society this is not considered acceptable dinner table conversation" There was a loud banging on the door and Nathen flinched involuntarily. Somehow he knew it was trouble. There had be dragon slayer activity in the area as he traveled and he expected to deal with them. But not so soon. "Slayers" His mother said under her breath. "Curse the wretched order that would destroy the great ones and all things associated to them.

Nathen set down his fork and stood up. "Bold they are to be this close to the forest of the elves. Hide anything from our culture and the dragon idle mother. I will see if I can send them away" With that said he headed towards the front door.

The journy home

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