There were seventeen centurions manning Captain Fadi's unit the night of the execution of Ravan's family, and Ravan went down the list he had copied from the scroll. He spent several weeks studying their daily routines all the while narrowly avoiding the extensive manhunt the centurions had going against him. There were a couple times when some centurions had spotted him and a battle broke out in an alleyway or open road, but Ravan would see them coming and managed to get away each time. He always made sure that he wasn't being followed back to the belfry and that he was never seen entering.
Six weeks after his security breach of the base, Ravan finally started to take down each soldier who had been in the unit on that fateful day. He never attacked them at home and he was never concerned that they would cower in their homes. They always had to come out into the public eye at some
Baron Myer could feel his heart thrash aggressively against his chest as he read the very eerie letter, which he had found neatly placed beside his large, scented bath. Then he felt his heart stop completely the moment he read the signature. That's when he knew this would be the first morning he would skip his bath; the anxiety created by the note made it so that there was no relaxation to be had.After burning the letter as instructed, the baron returned to his chambers and slowly dressed himself, all the while thinking about how exactly he would handle this situation. By the time he had finished dressing, he still had a few hours before his Auroday morning horseback ride through the woods. He thought to have some breakfast but quickly realized that he couldn't choke down food even if he tried. So he simply sat there alone in his chambers contemplating his options and weighing th
Quinn Forsythe sat silent and motionless in the coach and was pleased to find the mercenaries did the same for the entire ride to whatever earl he was being forced to visit. He didn't feel like fighting to avoid answering any questions they may have for him, knowing he was undoubtedly going to face questions from this earl. What earl was he supposed to be visiting anyway? He hadn't recognized the name provided at the tavern. Quinn observed the mercenaries' cloaks and recognized the crest of the Earl of Rivas clipped on their left shoulders, which at first made no sense until he quickly recalled that Earl Rajashekar had two full-blooded sons. Quinn rolled his eyes."He wishes for me to avenge him, doesn't he?" The mercenaries only stared at him blankly and he heaved a heavy sigh. "Savages."Quinn was not afraid of the fresh ea
Captain Fadi and Quinn Forsythe stood in the shimmering temple and observed Ravan as he lay frozen in the mahogany casket. The amount of ice in which was Ravan was trapped filled the box to the brim and it appeared escape was hopeless."Is he dead?" the captain asked. "I thought you wanted him alive.""He's asleep," Quinn explained. "Fetch your men to put him in my wagon."Captain Fadi's team carried the cold and heavy casket out of the temple and secured it to the back of Quinn's wagon while Quinn and the captain casually followed behind."So you'll be headed back to Duraland after your delivery, I assume?" the captain asked."Doubtful," said Quinn. "First sun
When Ravan disembarked in Preshire in the Bonn Empire, all he could think to do first was to find lodging and then hole up in what appeared to be the most popular tavern in the area. There, he would spend the next few days reading pamphlets and educating himself on Bonn culture, recent events, and current politics. The following month was arguably the most uneventful, aggravating, and uninformative month of Ravan’s life. He had even hired a few people to obtain information on Captain Fadi, but he didn’t hear back from any of them for what felt like an eternity. Ravan’s luck changed while he sat at his usual corner beside a grimy window in his new favorite musty tavern. One of the scouts rushed in while he read over the day’s pamphlet and sat across from Ravan at the sticky wooden table. Ravan set the pamphlet down with a sigh. “I really hope you have some news for me this time,” Ravan moaned. He took a swig of his beer, fully expecting yet another round of usel
Ravan crossed the border into the People’s Empire about seven weeks after completing his mission of revenge, and four weeks after the first snowfall of winter. He arrived in Perry about a week after that. Perry was the closest town to the Armagnac Mountain Range. After having journeyed for so long, Ravan decided to take a day of rest, especially considering he didn’t know which mountain he needed to find anyway. He put himself up in Nomad Inn, located on top of Nomad Tavern, and purchased for himself a relaxing stein of beer to go with his goat meat and potatoes. He listened in on the conversations being had among the patrons and it wasn’t long before he learned that war was brewing among the three empires which had formed the United Empires. With any luck, he could quit the continent and avoid the corresponding territories before war took place. Once Ravan had finished his meal, he wiped his mouth and addressed the barkeep. “I’ve been told I can find an elf somewhere arou
During Ravan’s most time-consuming trek to the Opaline Mountain Range, Quinn Forsythe was but weeks behind. The dedicated bounty hunter located Mount Perry in a fairly timely manner after telling the townsfolk that his primary targets were miracle workers. He spotted the path left behind by Ravan and Zair where there was significantly less snow. Then he located the miracle worker’s lair to find it evident that someone who had once lived inside had vacated rather quickly. A myriad of possible situations and scenarios ran through Quinn’s mind, but none of them clicked. Ravan’s motivation and end game were still frustratingly lost on him. When Quinn emerged from the cave, he took note of what was left of the path and figured this was what he wanted to follow. Since the travelers were most likely slowed by a wagon to carry the belongings of whoever lived in that cave, chances were that Quinn would catch up. A few days into his journey, Quinn began to wonder if his targets were
Ravan arrived at the southern-most part of Bonn a couple weeks into the new year: the year 400. A new century promising a fresh start and a bright future, which was exactly what Ravan hoped to accomplish after leaving the Maja Forest. Once he was only miles away from the forest, he found it completely surrounded by a thick, dark fog, which made it difficult to determine whatever obstacle may lay beyond. He led his nameless horse around the forest-line, proceeding farther south for several hours, waiting for the fog to lift and watching for a section of forest where the fog was thinner in the slightest. This never seemed to happen however, and Ravan even began to wonder if this fog had grown thicker. Of course, he probably could’ve guessed that even with a powerful spell cast on the forest, there would be other protective measures placed to fend against outsiders. Soon, Ravan approached a gently-wooded area called Valley Shire where glowing green crystals stretched out from
Ravan and Rein spent most of the following month in Ravan’s room at Shire Inn studying the language of the Noelle Continent with books, quills, ink, and spare parchment paper. As promised, Rein learned quickly and provided Ravan with a little more information about the Silver Cloak at every milestone. Meanwhile, Ravan went out in search of Quinn Forsythe between lessons, determined to retrieve his journal and finish off his nemesis once and for all. Though he couldn’t understand how, he knew for certain it was Quinn who stole his journal, and with each passing day Ravan’s certainty in this matter grew more firm. As the end of the month grew near, Ravan felt he needed to take a new approach to his search. At this point, Quinn had to be searching for him as well. If Ravan were searching for himself, where would he look? Taverns and pubs. He hadn’t seen Quinn at the tavern beneath Shire Inn, so Ravan searched the other taverns and pubs in town. There was a decent number of ta