Iam Pharun, Pharun Mizzrym

Pharun Mizzrym · Post by **Pharun Mizzrym** » Sat Mar 11, 2006 1:45 am

Pharun sits against a wall outside the ruins, to tired to return to the city, he grabs a scroll and his many notched quill and begins to write. takeing the quill in hand he looks up at the sky and then presses the quill against the scroll... Life is full of such twist and turns on this Isle, I came to Trollsbane with the intention of finding my lot in life as a famed blacksmith, but as of yet iam forced to once again take up my blade to earn a living , I find a ping of guilt using my blades considering my last occupation and my promise of giving up these wicked blades. I came upon trolls bane and found it to be a good place to call home...at least for now.. so long as no one finds my past. Their citizens are hectic at times but it is a nice enough city to call home, I can usually find my needs close at hand.

After running short on coin I was directed to these ruins of an old temple where I soon found some mummified corpses that return to life and upon their second death their possessions become mine to sell to the local trollsbane merchants, it is not the life I was looking to lead but the coin is not bad and it easily pays for my needs as well as a few drinks with the locals from time to time. *he takes a deep breath and continues his story*. Iam ever fearful my past will catch up to me but as of yet it hasn't, as a matter of fact I came across quite a curiosity the other day in the merchants shop that was buying my goods, as I turned to leave a woman caught my eye her long red curls and her beautiful curves barley kept in that blue dress she wore were first to catch my eye but also my "training" announced to me the danger behind these luscious curves and nearly limitless beauty that stood before me, she politley introduced herself as Allura Avery, a fitting name if my opinion was asked, I was intrigued ...even more so when I was asked to sit for a drink.

My curiosity would not allow me to say no, so I sat across from her and watched as she preformed the most simple of tasks with the utmost grace and beauty, I was awestruck..a weakness I usually went through great lengths to hide from others but ..she made me not care if I was exposed. my Training kept my manners about me but my eyes where undressing her as we sat and talked the day away. Soon after she sat with me many of her "faithful followers" were swarming about her ..I took my leave not because they bothered me but because I was becoming more and more infatuated with her the more I was in her prescence, it fustrated me, I was a warrior of training how could someone like that stroll into my life and so easily disrupt everything I knew?

My next meeting with "Lady" Allura *chuckles to himself remembering she disliked that title* came a couple of days later but once again her devoted following distracted our converse from anything but pleasentries,again excusing myself I went to return to My daily trips to the ruins but they no longer held my interest, my hands were tired of these blades and the memories they brought to me, for reasons beyond me my mind was "stuck" on the Alure of Allura, tired of the mummies I slowly walked back to trollsbane stopping only by the grey rose to pluck some apples from the trees,afterwards i soon headed to the merchent.

Handing the goods to Eliza I felt a slight tap on my shoulder I turn around one dagger in hand only to realize it was a small boy handing me an envelope adressed to me, I sheathed my dagger and took the envelope handing him a coin for his troubles...upon opening it I saw that it was adressed from a Lady Bailey Captain of the guard my stomach was in knots, had she found my past? was I to be banished from the city? she said in the letter that it was necessary for me to meet her outside the city gates, I strapped my good set of leather armor on and with my twin blades at my hips and my black travelers cloak adorned I headed for the gate prepared for the worst.

I approached my cloak drawn covering my eyes and hiding my daggers on either of my hips I see her there standing waiting for me, at first glimpse I could sense power in her features, she was definetly one that faught to earn her position , I also noted her shoulder had a wound that wouldn't heal and Despite her battle ready appearence there was something about her that intrigued me and appealed to me, she was not like Allura in most aspects , in fact quite the opposite and yet I found a sort of attraction? In her eyes I saw pain and from that pain strength, I was pulled from my thoughts as she adressed me "well met Pharun Mizzrym" hearing my name I felt she knew more of me then I of her..my training incurred again I bowed politley knowing her position of power, when again I faced her I said "and to you Lady Bailey thunnigan Capitan of the guard" ...to what do I owe the pleasure of your summons? She remained silent for a moment before starting, her speech smooth and graceful her voice stern yet soft, I have need of your services within my guard I have been watching you and I know of your skill with those blades...I will not ask of your past and where someone such as you learned to use those blades but I am in need of you, what say you? For reasons unknown to me I knelt on my knee and pledged allegience to her then and there. as I returned to the city watcheful of eyes watching me I couldnt help but wonder at my predictament.

Being a member of the guard was simple enough for me .. but it did keep me busy..busy enough that I have not seen Allura as of late , and now as I sit here by these ruins I find myself trapped between two dangeruos allies either of which could end my life on a whim...and yet I must see them again I crave to sit with Allura I crave to see her beauty once more..it is intoxicating and I crave to see Lady Bailey to see her happy to protect her and do her will.

Pharun Mizzrym · Post by **Pharun Mizzrym** » Sat Mar 25, 2006 11:01 am

Sitting agaisnt the ruins, his back to one of the crumbling walls, he twirls one of his new daggers admiring its exceptional balance and sharpness, He tosses it away Angrily wanting to drive it deep in his Gullet, he takes a deep sigh wondering why such strange thoughts of ending his own life would come to him now.

His mind wondering so to decides his body...he sets off in no direction in particular..Retrieving his lost Dagger he sheaths it before wrapping his black cloak about him and setting off. He walks past the Castle of the Grey Rose and instead of going back to Trollsbane his legs quickly change course walking north towards Varshikar, fearing no threats deciding he'd hope for an attack, at least in that moment he could forget his troubles.

His mind begins to recall memories of his past as his legs carry him to some unknown destination, he remembers most vividly the hard training he endured and the bloodey proceedings leading up to his recent Arrival into Trollesbane..he laughs sourly rememebring his poor attempt at a normal life of a blacksmith and how quickly that attempted dream arose and died.

Finding the edge of the Desert he turns about ,not wanting to cross it. heading back towards Trollsbane intent to stay away but fighting exhuastion he slowly walks back, each step feeling heavy and harder to achieve, finally not far from the city he collapses from his exhuastion ..strangley his last thought before darkness was a wish to see her again.