All Who Wander
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Jigano Silversmith
the Sage
Provost of the Loreseekers Soul Shepherd
Portal Guardian
Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 38 - Luck: 42 - Int:
ISUMA - Mythical - Griffin (Venomous)
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Once the bard might have collected companions for such a trip, gathering together those trusted friends and family who he knew would have his back if trouble struck. Since the confrontations in the basement of Amalia's bakery and the illness that had followed, however, he had lost confidence not only in himself, but in others as well. The lessons of Numeria had been learned again, though the teaching had been gentler; the only weapons drawn had been words, and the only wounds to pride and ego. He could live with that, though not without being changed by it, no less than Onni and Rizz's planned betrayals had changed him.

On a night with no moon a man dressed in sober, dark grey clothing with a broad-brimmed hat hiding his hair walked quietly through the ruins. Fox's blue eyes peered out over the scarf that protected his face from the autumnal chill of the evening, picking his way through rubble and debris until he found a fallen section of the street that led downwards. The only spots of brightness on him were the pale gryphlet perched on his shoulder, golden eyes wide and scanning for the movement of fleeing mice as her companion descended into the darkness below, and the white lantern he held in his hand.

Once below and into the Underground he pulled out a small vial from his belt and dabbed a drop of liquid on the rocks before he began to walk forward into the tunnels. A rich voice soon rose in song, the words given to him by Ludo falling from lips that had spoken little in the last two weeks.

He had been given a lantern and a song, and though his hands still trembled and the chill had not left his bones since the fever had brought him low, he felt recovered enough to press forward, even if much of that forward movement felt almost mechanical. Once an Oracle, always an Oracle, though, and if he could not help the living, perhaps he could help the dead. Every time he came to a split in the tunnels he dabbed more of the scent from the vial on the stones near the floor before continuing on, letting his voice fill the underground chambers and create dizzying echoes and unsettling harmonies as he held forth the lantern and called any lost souls home again.


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All Who Wander - by Jigano - 08-08-2019, 09:07 PM
RE: All Who Wander - by Kiada - 08-08-2019, 10:31 PM
RE: All Who Wander - by Jigano - 08-09-2019, 12:38 AM
RE: All Who Wander - by Kiada - 08-09-2019, 04:38 AM
RE: All Who Wander - by Jigano - 08-09-2019, 04:09 PM
RE: All Who Wander - by Kiada - 08-10-2019, 06:12 AM
RE: All Who Wander - by Jigano - 08-10-2019, 06:00 PM
RE: All Who Wander - by Kiada - 08-10-2019, 10:27 PM
RE: All Who Wander - by Jigano - 08-11-2019, 02:24 AM
RE: All Who Wander - by Kiada - 08-11-2019, 07:11 PM
RE: All Who Wander - by Jigano - 08-11-2019, 10:12 PM
RE: All Who Wander - by Kiada - 08-15-2019, 03:20 PM
RE: All Who Wander - by Jigano - 08-15-2019, 04:23 PM
RE: All Who Wander - by Kiada - 08-16-2019, 10:04 PM

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