Stativet and Svendesal
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(Note: because Stativet came out so short, I am also posting the next to last installment along with it. Also I had no idea the contents of the meeting ahead of time, so I had to remove several irrelevant sections of this story ending in its short length.)
Day 913
Wade appeared someplace he finally knew: the Belariath forest. running a hand over his face Wade would tuck the hammer in his belt and make his way towards town. Rebuilding had begun thankfully, and in some way that was comforting to know Nanalthion would go on, and Wade silently hoped the harder-hit places were recovering as well. On his way he found an Imperial House Guard, and after a brief but enlightened conversation, Wade procured an invitation to the upcoming Nobles meeting; a fact simply driven by the things Wade had seen and experienced at least having an answer why would be nice. A day passed, then two, then a week and finally, the fated meeting. Wade comandeered his coach and horses and drove himself there, making a bit of a show of it cause, air mage...
Sitting in the sea of so many familiar faces , Wade listened. Most of it he had no idea what it meant; but at least they, as a whole, as a people, had honest answers. Wade was more stunned by that than the news and yet, he always knew that was a very distinct possibility because, nothing ever truly remains static. And, he had come to embrace change as a good thing, mostly. Wade rose finally and spoke his bit which, honestly, we both thought would be more and were surprised also by its' honesty. Seemed to be a good night for it, honestly. But at a point, Wade realized that it was what it was, and so took his leave. Some had spoken a righetous anger, others gave a contrition, knowing they had too
much to do to be concerned with reprosals. Some even offered help, and that was less a surprise and more a confirmation the wind shifts, and so do people. Wade saw alot of that this night, and it was warming in a way words fail.
Having taken his leave of the gathering he returned the horses and coach, after which Wade wandered for a few hours, taking in the sights, smells and sounds of the world that had been the place of the entirety of his life until now; before finally heaving a great sigh. He took Bromäker in hand and, raising it to the Belariath sky, concentrated. The journey was not over, but now he felt a semblance of control, now that he had surrendered to the river, so to speak. "Take me where I need to go." Wade whispers, bringing the hammer close to his face as though to speak to it intimately. Rainbow-hued lightning flickered across the metal and then, a rainbow wall of light ensheathes him, and he is gone, again. And so he goes.
Day 913
Wade appeared someplace he finally knew: the Belariath forest. running a hand over his face Wade would tuck the hammer in his belt and make his way towards town. Rebuilding had begun thankfully, and in some way that was comforting to know Nanalthion would go on, and Wade silently hoped the harder-hit places were recovering as well. On his way he found an Imperial House Guard, and after a brief but enlightened conversation, Wade procured an invitation to the upcoming Nobles meeting; a fact simply driven by the things Wade had seen and experienced at least having an answer why would be nice. A day passed, then two, then a week and finally, the fated meeting. Wade comandeered his coach and horses and drove himself there, making a bit of a show of it cause, air mage...
Sitting in the sea of so many familiar faces , Wade listened. Most of it he had no idea what it meant; but at least they, as a whole, as a people, had honest answers. Wade was more stunned by that than the news and yet, he always knew that was a very distinct possibility because, nothing ever truly remains static. And, he had come to embrace change as a good thing, mostly. Wade rose finally and spoke his bit which, honestly, we both thought would be more and were surprised also by its' honesty. Seemed to be a good night for it, honestly. But at a point, Wade realized that it was what it was, and so took his leave. Some had spoken a righetous anger, others gave a contrition, knowing they had too
much to do to be concerned with reprosals. Some even offered help, and that was less a surprise and more a confirmation the wind shifts, and so do people. Wade saw alot of that this night, and it was warming in a way words fail.
Having taken his leave of the gathering he returned the horses and coach, after which Wade wandered for a few hours, taking in the sights, smells and sounds of the world that had been the place of the entirety of his life until now; before finally heaving a great sigh. He took Bromäker in hand and, raising it to the Belariath sky, concentrated. The journey was not over, but now he felt a semblance of control, now that he had surrendered to the river, so to speak. "Take me where I need to go." Wade whispers, bringing the hammer close to his face as though to speak to it intimately. Rainbow-hued lightning flickered across the metal and then, a rainbow wall of light ensheathes him, and he is gone, again. And so he goes.