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EquinoxSol
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Shadowsigh can remember where he was and what he was doing when the war began. He had been standing guard outside of some nobleman's manse, standing guard over his beloved riches while he was away on holiday. To be honest, Shadowsigh had been surprised that he had been able to get such a well-paying job, as most city elves believed that the El'set were easily used and abused. This job had been his highest paying in easily a year, and once this was all over, he could afford to celebrate a little bit.
He was in the capitol city, he could remember that. It was where the fighting had began. Some lord or lady or something had been assassinated, and no one was owning up to it. Because of that, arguing soon broke out between the various races that inhabited the city, as well as some open fighting. That fighting soon became heated, and the different races began fleeing to their own homes, either to gather their things and leave, or to arm themselves for war.
Shadowsigh wasn't sure what he would do. He had already gotten paid for the job, so it wasn't like he couldn't just leave. However, he also knew that he had nowhere to go. The El'set surely wouldn't take him back, and his brother and he didn't say goodbye on the best of terms. Idly, he wondered if his brother had remarried. After all, he would need an heir to his seat, and if he didn't, then Shadowsigh would be the next in line. That was certainly something that he didn't want. He hadn't wanted it when he was a boy, and he most definitely didn't want it now.
When one of those Alk'izra magicians approached him, magic crackling in his hand, Shadowsigh decided that the lord's riches weren't worth it anymore. Drawing a short sword and his dagger, he quickly fought his way through a crowd of people, determining that he should just make a small camp for himself out in the open plains and become a traveling hunter.
Running down an alleyway, he sheathed his weapons, deciding that speed was a greater need than strength right now. All that mattered was getting out of the city, for in just a few hours, it would turn into an all-out bloodbath.
ooc: http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/the-great-war-ooc.27145/
He was in the capitol city, he could remember that. It was where the fighting had began. Some lord or lady or something had been assassinated, and no one was owning up to it. Because of that, arguing soon broke out between the various races that inhabited the city, as well as some open fighting. That fighting soon became heated, and the different races began fleeing to their own homes, either to gather their things and leave, or to arm themselves for war.
Shadowsigh wasn't sure what he would do. He had already gotten paid for the job, so it wasn't like he couldn't just leave. However, he also knew that he had nowhere to go. The El'set surely wouldn't take him back, and his brother and he didn't say goodbye on the best of terms. Idly, he wondered if his brother had remarried. After all, he would need an heir to his seat, and if he didn't, then Shadowsigh would be the next in line. That was certainly something that he didn't want. He hadn't wanted it when he was a boy, and he most definitely didn't want it now.
When one of those Alk'izra magicians approached him, magic crackling in his hand, Shadowsigh decided that the lord's riches weren't worth it anymore. Drawing a short sword and his dagger, he quickly fought his way through a crowd of people, determining that he should just make a small camp for himself out in the open plains and become a traveling hunter.
Running down an alleyway, he sheathed his weapons, deciding that speed was a greater need than strength right now. All that mattered was getting out of the city, for in just a few hours, it would turn into an all-out bloodbath.
ooc: http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/the-great-war-ooc.27145/