Continued from here.
Ashan 40, Arc 717
The Mortalborn had chosen to travel to Etzos after the events in Oscillus because it was the city that was most likely to offer him shelter and the only one that, to his knowledge, openly opposed the Immortals. The welcome that he had received had still exceeded his expectations though. Not only had the Etzori given him permission to enter their city, there had also been a banquet in his honor that all of the members of their government had attended.
They truly considered him to be a hero and, perhaps, even a role model, somebody to be respected and admired. He didn’t see himself as such. He didn’t consider himself to be some sort of good and noble protector of mortalkind and the Immortals an evil that needed to be vanquished – but being treated that way was far preferrable to the alternative – to be locked up in some sort of dark dungeon where he would await his execution.
During the banquet he had told the story of how he had attacked the Immortal of Hope, of how he had done something that, to his knowledge, nobody had ever dared to do, a couple of times – and always left one crucial detail out, his connection to Syroa and Ziell. He was under no illusion as to what they would do if they found out that he too was of Immortal blood and that he had been marked by what was likely one of their worst enemies.
By the time that the festivities were finally about to end, he was tired, and his body had begun to ache slightly – he had been travelling for more than thirty trials at that point and rarely stopped to rest due to the possibility of some of Xiur’s allies following him – but as Vuda informed him that he would like to talk to him, he inclined his head and spoke, “I would not be averse to discussing things here, after the guests have left. I have to admit, I’m somewhat curious as to what kind of proposition you have for me.”
He didn’t know what to think of the so called Chief Advisor yet. He disapproved of the way he dressed and acted, but from what he had seen so far he was the second most powerful man in Etzos, if not the most powerful one. Besides, Etzos and Vuda would finally enable him to become more than just another one of Ziell’s countless bastards, born only to be used and eventually discarded. His ascension would begin here, in the City of Stones, he was sure of it.
Ashan 40, Arc 717
The Mortalborn had chosen to travel to Etzos after the events in Oscillus because it was the city that was most likely to offer him shelter and the only one that, to his knowledge, openly opposed the Immortals. The welcome that he had received had still exceeded his expectations though. Not only had the Etzori given him permission to enter their city, there had also been a banquet in his honor that all of the members of their government had attended.
They truly considered him to be a hero and, perhaps, even a role model, somebody to be respected and admired. He didn’t see himself as such. He didn’t consider himself to be some sort of good and noble protector of mortalkind and the Immortals an evil that needed to be vanquished – but being treated that way was far preferrable to the alternative – to be locked up in some sort of dark dungeon where he would await his execution.
During the banquet he had told the story of how he had attacked the Immortal of Hope, of how he had done something that, to his knowledge, nobody had ever dared to do, a couple of times – and always left one crucial detail out, his connection to Syroa and Ziell. He was under no illusion as to what they would do if they found out that he too was of Immortal blood and that he had been marked by what was likely one of their worst enemies.
By the time that the festivities were finally about to end, he was tired, and his body had begun to ache slightly – he had been travelling for more than thirty trials at that point and rarely stopped to rest due to the possibility of some of Xiur’s allies following him – but as Vuda informed him that he would like to talk to him, he inclined his head and spoke, “I would not be averse to discussing things here, after the guests have left. I have to admit, I’m somewhat curious as to what kind of proposition you have for me.”
He didn’t know what to think of the so called Chief Advisor yet. He disapproved of the way he dressed and acted, but from what he had seen so far he was the second most powerful man in Etzos, if not the most powerful one. Besides, Etzos and Vuda would finally enable him to become more than just another one of Ziell’s countless bastards, born only to be used and eventually discarded. His ascension would begin here, in the City of Stones, he was sure of it.
