CRivers
Adept
Calan does his best to knock the snow off his boots just outside The Ogers head tavern. In his hand was a cage wrapped in the cloak Kato had lent him. Phil hadn’t given him any instructions on caring for split pea in weather like this. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to get any more muck and snow off his boots he enters the tavern. He was a more than a little annoyed buy this sudden downfall; He hadn’t packed any of his warm clothes when he left home. His eyes doubtfully scanned the faces at the table looking for any familiar faces; as he suspected nobody he knew was here. He spotted an empty table at the back and made his way there. He’d had this feeling that he had been followed the last few weeks and given his run in with DAM not that long ago it didn’t sit well with him. Calan placed the cage on the table and pulled back enough of the cloak so that he could see the bird, he’d been happy to have the bird to talk to the past while but was still disappointed his friend didn’t train ravens he had always wanted a pet raven, or a crow. Frankly either would due. His sister used to tell him she dreamed they could turn to ravens and that the two of them would race through the air. Calan shook his head to be rid of the memory, berated himself straight away. Better one of his own memories than someone else’s painful as that might be.
A voice whispers at the back of his mind. “ how can you be certain the memory was yours?”
A surge of anger flows through calan. He closes his eyes and grips the table and begins whispering.
“I am Calan Rivers, My home is the Lux, I had one Sister, My best friend is Jinn. I am calan rivers of the Raven Clan, My clansmen are Phal, Rohnan, and Jinn”
Calan sees himself as an orc running in the hunt; calan sees himself as a bunny kin standing as a shield in front of her young as a wall of flame cascades over them like a giant tsunami wave leaving nothing but a charred bunch of bodies that crumbled to ash in the wind there after.
Continuing to whisper but more angerly now. His words filled with saliva as he hunches over the table gripping so hard now his nails begin to dig into the wood.
“I am Calan rivers,”
He takes in a number of heavy breaths on the brink of hyperventilating before he manages to slow his breathing and heart rate down. The voice in his mind now quiet he opens his eyes and notes that one other group of patrons were watching him. Trying his best not to think about any of it he pulls out a quill and parchment and begins to draw.
A voice whispers at the back of his mind. “ how can you be certain the memory was yours?”
A surge of anger flows through calan. He closes his eyes and grips the table and begins whispering.
“I am Calan Rivers, My home is the Lux, I had one Sister, My best friend is Jinn. I am calan rivers of the Raven Clan, My clansmen are Phal, Rohnan, and Jinn”
Calan sees himself as an orc running in the hunt; calan sees himself as a bunny kin standing as a shield in front of her young as a wall of flame cascades over them like a giant tsunami wave leaving nothing but a charred bunch of bodies that crumbled to ash in the wind there after.
Continuing to whisper but more angerly now. His words filled with saliva as he hunches over the table gripping so hard now his nails begin to dig into the wood.
“I am Calan rivers,”
He takes in a number of heavy breaths on the brink of hyperventilating before he manages to slow his breathing and heart rate down. The voice in his mind now quiet he opens his eyes and notes that one other group of patrons were watching him. Trying his best not to think about any of it he pulls out a quill and parchment and begins to draw.
