Ashan 28, Arc 721
That trial, the son of Ziell rose as soon as dawn broke. He had come to Faldrass in order to talk to Vega Creede about the Heart of Scalvoris and Lovalus, and Xiur, their shared patron Immortal had asked them to build a beacon. He would spend most of the time with that later on so that the ship that Xiur had mentioned would reach the island’s shores safely, in spite of the coming mist, but he wanted to make use of the time until then. When he had arrived on Faldrass, Vega had shown him some of the resources that she had found on the island.
He planned on returning to Faldrass a soon as the war was over – he had offered to teach Vega alchemy, among other things – but he had no idea when that would be yet. There were so many things that were still uncertain. He wanted to study some of the wonders of Faldrass, some of the little miracles that had risen from the ashes, now, and take the memories with him when he returned to the main island, so that he would have another pleasant thing that he would be able to hold on to during darker moments.
The clothes that he put on that morning were simpler than what he usually wore in Viden, as they had been since his arrival on Faldrass, simple dark pants, a shirt, a coat, and sturdy boots, and a cloak. He enjoyed his elegant, bespoke suits, and his luxurious home in the Obsidian Prism, greatly so, but there was a part of him that was quite happy with a simpler kind of life, nevertheless.
Besides his cloak, he also got a number of little vials and containers made of wood and metal from his alchemy kit and put them into his domain bag, followed by one of his notebooks as well as writing supplies – he planned on taking notes about the resources that he studied and gathered. After he had given the matter some thought, he also added some water and a light snack.
Some of the settlers were already awake and moving about when he left the camp where Vega and Arlo had allowed him to stay for as long as he was on Faldrass. He wished them a good morning and exchanged a few words with them – he liked those people, they looked out for each other and were full of hope – before he told them where he would be going, that he would gather reagents on the beach right outside the settlement.
He hardly ever went anywhere without telling people, even if he would be right outside the settlement. Just disappearing would not be a good idea in his opinion. Vega or one of the settlers might need him for something – they might have a question about the beacon or need a doctor for example (he had already given them medical advice the trial before).
That trial, the son of Ziell rose as soon as dawn broke. He had come to Faldrass in order to talk to Vega Creede about the Heart of Scalvoris and Lovalus, and Xiur, their shared patron Immortal had asked them to build a beacon. He would spend most of the time with that later on so that the ship that Xiur had mentioned would reach the island’s shores safely, in spite of the coming mist, but he wanted to make use of the time until then. When he had arrived on Faldrass, Vega had shown him some of the resources that she had found on the island.
He planned on returning to Faldrass a soon as the war was over – he had offered to teach Vega alchemy, among other things – but he had no idea when that would be yet. There were so many things that were still uncertain. He wanted to study some of the wonders of Faldrass, some of the little miracles that had risen from the ashes, now, and take the memories with him when he returned to the main island, so that he would have another pleasant thing that he would be able to hold on to during darker moments.
The clothes that he put on that morning were simpler than what he usually wore in Viden, as they had been since his arrival on Faldrass, simple dark pants, a shirt, a coat, and sturdy boots, and a cloak. He enjoyed his elegant, bespoke suits, and his luxurious home in the Obsidian Prism, greatly so, but there was a part of him that was quite happy with a simpler kind of life, nevertheless.
Besides his cloak, he also got a number of little vials and containers made of wood and metal from his alchemy kit and put them into his domain bag, followed by one of his notebooks as well as writing supplies – he planned on taking notes about the resources that he studied and gathered. After he had given the matter some thought, he also added some water and a light snack.
Some of the settlers were already awake and moving about when he left the camp where Vega and Arlo had allowed him to stay for as long as he was on Faldrass. He wished them a good morning and exchanged a few words with them – he liked those people, they looked out for each other and were full of hope – before he told them where he would be going, that he would gather reagents on the beach right outside the settlement.
He hardly ever went anywhere without telling people, even if he would be right outside the settlement. Just disappearing would not be a good idea in his opinion. Vega or one of the settlers might need him for something – they might have a question about the beacon or need a doctor for example (he had already given them medical advice the trial before).
