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Message: <blockquote data-quote="airwalkrr" data-source="post: 4402319" data-attributes="member: 12460">It had been nearly a year since Omar had last seen Tyrus and the Citadel of Gea where he learned to find peace with his new life. He enjoyed his work with the city militia; he was good at it. He felt at home with the other men and women who protected the city from bandits and other external dangers. Still he retained within his heart a sense that his purpose was not being fulfilled. So it was after many months in Manacea, he began making plans to visit his master.It was Elder Telpen's idea really. The gentle old man had taken to looking after Omar and helping him establish himself in the city. After all, Omar knew no one else and Telpen had always been charitable towards the orphaned; it was what led him to adopt his precious daughter Violecia. Telpen had arranged a charter house for Omar and invited the man to his home for a meal and a chat once every tenday. Omar had been grateful to the old man for this kindness, and so it happened that he confided in him one night his yearning to learn more about his past. He was no longer troubled by it, for he had attained peace and held no anger in his heart. However, he felt strongly as if there were a neglected duty in his life. More and more, he began to feel that perhaps he had left Gea too soon. One night Telpen helped affirm what he had been feeling."When will you be leaving?" the old man asked."Oh, well, I wasn't really..." Omar trailed off."Now don't be foolish, young man," his elder scolded, "You know as well as I do that there is something more to you. And so I insist. I will even help you. I have made acquaintance with a small band of young folk, the adventurous sort. They seem eager to explore the world and Gea is farther than they have ever traveled, yet close enough to be reasonably safe for such inexperienced ones such as them. I will recommend they accompany you on your journey."There was little else for Omar to say. He knew the old man was right. In his heart he knew how Telpen would react and suspected that he subconsciously desired it himself."It is a sign of wisdom to confide in those wiser than yourself," Telpen assured him, "Take heart that you are doing the right thing."The next day Omar was introduced to a towering brute who called himself Bostow and his two relatively unassuming companions Alexa and Hectar. Bostow had a heavy lower jaw, and his canine teeth were almost tusk-like, an almost certain sign of orcish blood. The young woman Alexa was beautiful, with silky black hair cut shoulder-length, a lute strapped to her back, and garbed in a vest and leather chaps. Her eyes were deep green as the sea, and he noticed her ears were a bit more elongated than he was accustomed to. Not an elf, but perhaps one of her parents? The other fellow was quiet, but exuded an air of confidence. His dusty blond hair was his only defining feature, aside from his youth, and he carried with him a shield emblazoned with the Starburst of Radiar. Omar could only suppose that this one was a fighting priest, a holy warrior of the Radiant Church."Ah, your new traveling companions," Telpen beamed as he presented the group to Omar. The blond man nodded solemnly. The woman cracked a smile. The hulking ox of a man merely grunted... and glared."I realize they are a motley crew, but I believe you will find they serve you as bravely as Tyrus and the others did those many months ago," Telpen explained.The bulky half-orc strode forward and held up his nose, "I serve no one, old man.""Of course not!" the elder replied tactfully, "you shall all be equal members of the group, sharing in each other's burdens and bounties alike. At any rate, it should be profitable both in treasure and in experience, both of which would suit you well."This response was met with something akin to a growl as the one known as Bostow stepped back and began to pick his teeth with a large hunting knife."Now I hope you don't find it too presumptuous of me," the old man began again, gesturing to a pile of goods and packs upon the table, "but I've taken the liberty of gathering a few provisions and tools for your journey ahead. Gea isn't far, but it never hurts to be prepared. Omar is almost like a son to me, you see, and I do wish to see him returned safely.""Oh it's not presumptuous at all," the young woman replied cheerfully, "it seems that the stories we've heard of the generous Elder Telpen have not been exaggerated. Tales are told far and wide of your welcome patronage of adventurers, and we are quite grateful. We will put the supplies to good use."The young man with blond hair merely nodded again towards the elder. He did not seem prone to using words."Well it seems that everything is in order," Telpen said, "Take care, my son. I shall miss you. I wish you well in your travels. I hope this journey answers more questions for you than the last."At this the old man grasped Omar around the shoulders in an embrace which was heartily returned."Thank you, wise one," Omar replied, "I shall return with answers this time, even if I must venture to the mountains of Eindore themselves."*****</blockquote>

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