Post by DM Tom/Damakos/Zanna on Oct 21, 2015 20:41:12 GMT
As the party was doing their thing in the capital, Ront spent much time meditating in hopes to be pointed in the right direction. He thought of the past time spent with this small bunch. The oddity of the group as a whole and the actions that they each have taken over the last few months.
As he believed they were very different than he. Although, he has never really fit in any place he has been, he truly felt he was different. He somehow should not be in this group.
Deep meditation brought thoughts of the one obsessed with the dead, the magi who thinks through nothing, the quiet cleric, the lady who seems to trust none of them and now an unknown who they claim is wanted for thousands of years.
Ront slept deep that night and when he woke he knew the answer. Without a word he disappeared just as quietly as he appeared.
It was time for him to move on and find his purpose in this world. He set his course for the south and headed out the city gates.
As he believed they were very different than he. Although, he has never really fit in any place he has been, he truly felt he was different. He somehow should not be in this group.
Deep meditation brought thoughts of the one obsessed with the dead, the magi who thinks through nothing, the quiet cleric, the lady who seems to trust none of them and now an unknown who they claim is wanted for thousands of years.
Ront slept deep that night and when he woke he knew the answer. Without a word he disappeared just as quietly as he appeared.
It was time for him to move on and find his purpose in this world. He set his course for the south and headed out the city gates.