Thomas was frustrated.
He drew his horse to a stop. Where the hell was he now, anyway? Looked like somewhere in Antiva. Possibly, his horse would do him some good, if he could travel all the way down to the Free Marches, and back home to Ferelden? Or was there a ship that went directly back home? Being in Antiva meant dealing with assassins of all kinds. The Crows took contracts to slaughter. Thomas needed an escape from this nation.
Before long, he halted. Following him today was a ragtag group, a search party, doing their bidding. Everyone was looking for this woman, Nyllian. Thomas didn’t want know too much of this woman, just yet. She had dangerous leanings, the group said, she knew a powerful man. Thomas followed the story. He knew some dangerous men in Ferelden, but the ones in Antiva were a truly in a league of their own.
Elgar’nan. Was that some sort of God-King? It sounded so beautiful. This entity sounded grand. He was certain men like this craved Godly power. Thomas, a mercenary captain, was a little more into carving fresh sheep with his blade. Thomas made his way through the wilds, pressing a little further into Antiva. He was almost there, almost ready.
“Oh we are right there.” the search party yelled.
Thomas pressed further, before finally finding his target.
Nyllian. A woman, looked like an undead artist.
“Oy! Are you… Nyllian?” he shouted, amidst the group’s confusion.
The woman was busy raising the undead. A necromancer type. Thomas was eager to end his day. This was certainly the target. The description fit. Who was she really? He would know soon.
He drew his horse to a stop. Where the hell was he now, anyway? Looked like somewhere in Antiva. Possibly, his horse would do him some good, if he could travel all the way down to the Free Marches, and back home to Ferelden? Or was there a ship that went directly back home? Being in Antiva meant dealing with assassins of all kinds. The Crows took contracts to slaughter. Thomas needed an escape from this nation.
Before long, he halted. Following him today was a ragtag group, a search party, doing their bidding. Everyone was looking for this woman, Nyllian. Thomas didn’t want know too much of this woman, just yet. She had dangerous leanings, the group said, she knew a powerful man. Thomas followed the story. He knew some dangerous men in Ferelden, but the ones in Antiva were a truly in a league of their own.
Elgar’nan. Was that some sort of God-King? It sounded so beautiful. This entity sounded grand. He was certain men like this craved Godly power. Thomas, a mercenary captain, was a little more into carving fresh sheep with his blade. Thomas made his way through the wilds, pressing a little further into Antiva. He was almost there, almost ready.
“Oh we are right there.” the search party yelled.
Thomas pressed further, before finally finding his target.
Nyllian. A woman, looked like an undead artist.
“Oy! Are you… Nyllian?” he shouted, amidst the group’s confusion.
The woman was busy raising the undead. A necromancer type. Thomas was eager to end his day. This was certainly the target. The description fit. Who was she really? He would know soon.
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