Post by Jasen "Dreamer" Masters on Mar 31, 2013 2:57:03 GMT
Dreamer walked across the drawbridge of Camelot. It had been many months since he had left, taking his skills beyond the walls of Camelot. He had traveled to neighboring lands, often where magical talent was an offense punishable by death, and nurtered young talent. It had been dangerous, but it had been better than the alternative.
Dreamer passed the large stone walls that kept Camelot safe, a feat nothing shorter than impressive. Feelings passed as he took a moment to look back, considering leaving again. He shook his head and moved on, he couldn't avoid this place forever. Dreamer had left some skeletons behind these walls, it was high time he faced them.
Dreamer moved about the bustling people of camelot, his stained white attire underneath a grey cloak. The cloak had become somewhat of a symbol for him. The name, The Grey Mage, had been used to describe him on more than one occassion before he left. Dreamer had used that during his trip away, as a way to be noticed by only the practicioners.
Looking around, Dreamer was relieved to find the blurring faces of citizens pass right by him. Dreamer wasn't quiet sure how he was going to contact the people of his past, considering he hadn't left all of them on bad terms. He had simply just left, no warning, he had left the moment after he told the council his intentions.
The council hadn't argued much, they didn't want him around anyway.
Dreamer stood in the middle of the crowd and just looked around, deciding what to do.
Dreamer passed the large stone walls that kept Camelot safe, a feat nothing shorter than impressive. Feelings passed as he took a moment to look back, considering leaving again. He shook his head and moved on, he couldn't avoid this place forever. Dreamer had left some skeletons behind these walls, it was high time he faced them.
Dreamer moved about the bustling people of camelot, his stained white attire underneath a grey cloak. The cloak had become somewhat of a symbol for him. The name, The Grey Mage, had been used to describe him on more than one occassion before he left. Dreamer had used that during his trip away, as a way to be noticed by only the practicioners.
Looking around, Dreamer was relieved to find the blurring faces of citizens pass right by him. Dreamer wasn't quiet sure how he was going to contact the people of his past, considering he hadn't left all of them on bad terms. He had simply just left, no warning, he had left the moment after he told the council his intentions.
The council hadn't argued much, they didn't want him around anyway.
Dreamer stood in the middle of the crowd and just looked around, deciding what to do.