[member="Anara Valnor"]
His trip to Byss had been an utter failure, or rather, had yielded unexpected results. The assassins had come for him once again while there and he had not discovered the knowledge that he had sought, instead his journey had only matched him with an official from the One SIth, an experience that he would likely not soon forget.
Beneath his mask Aellin scowled.
The experience had not been all together terrible, but he had not gotten what he wanted from the once grand fortress world. The tomb that he had sought had long been destroyed and the manor above it had been burned to the ground. He had found nothing of value there, nothing that he would ever claim to be grand anyway.
His missions a failure, Aellin had quickly journeyed back out of the core and into the Outer Rim once more. That was where he found himself down, on a nameless world in a nameless forest. Not far from here was a small village, a place that he had made his home. It was quiet, small, and entirely unsuspecting. The Assassins would not look for him here, the Tribe thinking that a son of nobility would never stoop so low as to stay in a place like this. Of course there was risks in staying in this place, but those risks were not his own.
He shifted slightly as he moved through the dense wood, the mask upon his face itching slightly as he readjusted it.
This road was not often traveled, though at times tourist walked down it on their way towards the hot-springs that lay at the end of it. Aellin had never visited them himself, but he had often passed travelers that sang of their graces. He scowled slightly, thinking of such petty enjoyments before slowly shaking his head beneath his cloak. There was no time for such distractions, no time for anything.
He needed to move forward.
His trip to Byss had been an utter failure, or rather, had yielded unexpected results. The assassins had come for him once again while there and he had not discovered the knowledge that he had sought, instead his journey had only matched him with an official from the One SIth, an experience that he would likely not soon forget.
Beneath his mask Aellin scowled.
The experience had not been all together terrible, but he had not gotten what he wanted from the once grand fortress world. The tomb that he had sought had long been destroyed and the manor above it had been burned to the ground. He had found nothing of value there, nothing that he would ever claim to be grand anyway.
His missions a failure, Aellin had quickly journeyed back out of the core and into the Outer Rim once more. That was where he found himself down, on a nameless world in a nameless forest. Not far from here was a small village, a place that he had made his home. It was quiet, small, and entirely unsuspecting. The Assassins would not look for him here, the Tribe thinking that a son of nobility would never stoop so low as to stay in a place like this. Of course there was risks in staying in this place, but those risks were not his own.
He shifted slightly as he moved through the dense wood, the mask upon his face itching slightly as he readjusted it.
This road was not often traveled, though at times tourist walked down it on their way towards the hot-springs that lay at the end of it. Aellin had never visited them himself, but he had often passed travelers that sang of their graces. He scowled slightly, thinking of such petty enjoyments before slowly shaking his head beneath his cloak. There was no time for such distractions, no time for anything.
He needed to move forward.
