Edena_of_Neith
First Post
Into Veluna City itself he comes.
He walks right through the gates, thrusting aside the astonished gate-guards, ignoring all commands to halt.
A brief round of bullets is fired at him; the soldier firing finds his gun jams as the elderly man gestures annoyedly.
Through the ancient streets and past the old stone buildings he walks, this elderly man with his druid's staff.
He marches up to the doors of the Church of Rao, and demands entry.
Upon not being given immediate entry, he speaks a word, and the heavy doors yield to him, and open.
Thrusting aside the door-wardens, he marches in.
He looks around, this elderly man, and his face is filled with anger.
He does not see what he is looking for.
He roars in his ancient voice, still strong for one his age:
Where is Archcleric Hazen?!
I want to speak with him, now.
I am the Wanderer.
He walks right through the gates, thrusting aside the astonished gate-guards, ignoring all commands to halt.
A brief round of bullets is fired at him; the soldier firing finds his gun jams as the elderly man gestures annoyedly.
Through the ancient streets and past the old stone buildings he walks, this elderly man with his druid's staff.
He marches up to the doors of the Church of Rao, and demands entry.
Upon not being given immediate entry, he speaks a word, and the heavy doors yield to him, and open.
Thrusting aside the door-wardens, he marches in.
He looks around, this elderly man, and his face is filled with anger.
He does not see what he is looking for.
He roars in his ancient voice, still strong for one his age:
Where is Archcleric Hazen?!
I want to speak with him, now.
I am the Wanderer.
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