Purpose
Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 8:31 am
His purpose was clear, it had been since he arrived in these strange lands. He must destroy the cursed dragon Zaras. He had heard only vague rumors of the castle the dragon erected near the dragon's cave. Investigating further he realized the dragon was residing there possibly slumbering or gaining followers. He would strike soon and alone. If he fell then only the Baron would have cared. The Queen cared no more for his words or his deeds, most of Cadomyr avoided him. Why should they treat him as a knight anyway? Vern was no knight.. he was a warrior of the clan Burnhammer, and few of these petty knights could even compare to him. He was no noble of high blood, he was greater than that, nobility and politics were tedious to him, he lived for the fight, the thrill of defeating his enemies for the glory of malachin, the gush of adrenaline when he slew many when he was but one. He cared no longer for the glory of her majesty or the grand city of Cadomyr. They had ostracized him, but he cared no longer, for he had a purpose, he was guided here by Bragon for one purpose... Whether or not he fulfilled it was to be determined soon.
Determined Vern gave the Baron his most treasured possesions "I will do this alone and fight this beast as I should, feck mortal weapons.. feck this cumbersome armor. I will fight it wit tha fist of justice, and shatter it's bones wit tha might of a thousand gods.. arr... and if Malachin is not with me, than to hell with him." Vern says in his usual deep an gruff dwarven tone. Baron Fooser only shakes his head and says " I believe you." leaving the gates of cadomyr in naught but a loincloth he set off for the lair of Zaras. Some looked at him like he was a foolish madman, others looked upon in admiration. "It'll end now or I'll perish.. if it be Bragon's will then so be it.. I'll have no more of these politics and pathetic fumbling of incompetent fools." His muttering can be heard by a few he passes, "Damned Albarian woman isn't worthy of leading me anyway, only them Baron's are, at least they can achieve something, not like that spoiled noble."
Determined Vern gave the Baron his most treasured possesions "I will do this alone and fight this beast as I should, feck mortal weapons.. feck this cumbersome armor. I will fight it wit tha fist of justice, and shatter it's bones wit tha might of a thousand gods.. arr... and if Malachin is not with me, than to hell with him." Vern says in his usual deep an gruff dwarven tone. Baron Fooser only shakes his head and says " I believe you." leaving the gates of cadomyr in naught but a loincloth he set off for the lair of Zaras. Some looked at him like he was a foolish madman, others looked upon in admiration. "It'll end now or I'll perish.. if it be Bragon's will then so be it.. I'll have no more of these politics and pathetic fumbling of incompetent fools." His muttering can be heard by a few he passes, "Damned Albarian woman isn't worthy of leading me anyway, only them Baron's are, at least they can achieve something, not like that spoiled noble."