Talanithus
stood atop the walls of NeverWinter, his armor girt about
him, his sword at his side. The river swept through the
city and into the sea, carrying adventurers and travelers
to places unknown. Yet he would stay here. With a sigh,
he drew his cloak tighter to his form, but he knew the
cold he felt had nothing to do with the weather.
He had not said goodbye. How could he, when his very soul
screamed not to go? Hopefully, he would be about this
task quickly, and be home in time for the Summer
Solstice. Yet somewhere, deep in his heart, he knew it
would not be so. It shamed him to think it, but this was
his leave taking. Anything else, and he would not go.
Calling or no, he could not leave the joy he had found
within this Realm.
Sighing, Tal pushed away from the wall, turning his back
on NeverWinter. With practiced weaves, he smoothed the
energies of magic, sculpting them into the proper forms
as he chanted...
"Eru, Heru en quessiramin, pant Tel'Men ten'
Tuarlle"
Blue energies poured forth in the air before Talanithus,
their fiery glow matching the one that lit his eyes into
orbs of blue fire. Without a look back, he strode forward
into the portal. Magic coursed through his skin in
ripples, sending a shiver cascading down his back as Tal
felt his being thrown through the planes. A sudden break
in the sapphire fires about him appeared, and Tal stepped
forth into...
To be continued, next week...
-Talanithus Tarant