Re: Tales of the Roving - City on Wheels
Rohan reined in his pure blooded stallion, slowing it to a very slow walk. He adjusted the hood of his dark green cloak so that a passerby could only see his eyes, then he moved his sword so it could be easily drawn. His black boots and black leather gloves shined as if new, he smiled to himself as he watched the people interact. Maybe here he would find what he was looking for. Maybe here his search was over and he could finalize his training and finish his fight.
He held the reins with one hand and patted his sword hilt with the other. It had been a curiously long time since he'd seen any trouble, not since that last battle almost a year ago......... the memories bubbled...
"Rohan no!!!" Nickoli shoved him out of the arrows path. it thudded into his back and he staggerd.
"Nickoli...." rage boiled inside him, he unsheathed his sword and attacked in a blind rage, cutting down the man with the bow before he could draw his own sword........
"Our dream will be relized my old friend." he whisped to himself, blinking away tears and resuming his exspresionless stare.
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"Love is an odd thing, as odd a thing there is"
-al'Lan Mandragoran, Last Lord of the Seven Towers
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