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dplax · 01-12-2006, 09:16 AM

Armus Jallak

He had finally been allowed to leave the Town Council buildings. His first visit would have been his family's house, but he had no family. His mother had died giving him birth, and his father he had never known, for he had abandoned his mother while she was still pregnant. Armus had never married, not for lack of opportunities, but because he knew that his lifestyle did not fit with marriage. He had once tried settling down with a woman he loved, but his incessant search for adventure and danger had eventually led to their couple breaking up.

It was market day, and the streets of Dosrothon were filled with peasants from the neighbouring lands trying to sell their animals or crops, and city folk selling their handicraft. As Armus made his way through the masses of people, the crowd started thinning. He was leaving the town, going to the cemetery on the hillside to the East of the town.

As he had suspected the same flower seller as seven months ago was still selling her flowers at the eastern gate. She nodded at Armus, seemingly recognizing him, but then didn't make a comment. Armus brought the same flowers as the last time and strode up the hillside to the small cemetery.

There were only about three dozen graves in the cemetery, next to the nunnery building. Armus's mother, after his father left her had taken refuge in this nunnery and Armus himself was born here. Some of the nuns had wanted to take him in after his mother died, but the Head-Nun, a strict woman had not allowed it. Armus had been brought it by a blacksmith, who had taken pity of him in the outskirts of the town.

He placed the flowers on his mother's simple grave and murmured a prayer for her eternal soul. He turned to leave when a voice from behind him halted him in his tracks.

"If my old eyes don't cheat me, then you must be young Armus, eh?"

The aged, yet kind voice from behind him reminded him of Sister Margaret, who had visited him at times at the smithy. He hadn't seen her for more than a dozen years. He turned and his thoughts were confirmed.

"Indeed it is I. Your eyesight is as sharp as ever." He said smiling, and slightly bowed to greet the aged woman. He could see that age hadn't been kind to her. Her back was bent, and she was leaning heavily on a stick, yet her eyes still had that piercing intensity they had had when he last saw her.

"Her spirit is grateful." Sister Margaret said, motioning at the flowers.

Rumours had it that some of the sisters at the nunnery could communicate with the dead, but Armus wasn’t sure. Still he nodded once again to Sister Margaret and turned heading back into town.

[ 01-12-2006, 09:19 AM: Message edited by: dplax ]

01-12-2006, 09:16 AM	#1
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 40 Posts: 5,577	Armus Jallak He had finally been allowed to leave the Town Council buildings. His first visit would have been his family's house, but he had no family. His mother had died giving him birth, and his father he had never known, for he had abandoned his mother while she was still pregnant. Armus had never married, not for lack of opportunities, but because he knew that his lifestyle did not fit with marriage. He had once tried settling down with a woman he loved, but his incessant search for adventure and danger had eventually led to their couple breaking up. It was market day, and the streets of Dosrothon were filled with peasants from the neighbouring lands trying to sell their animals or crops, and city folk selling their handicraft. As Armus made his way through the masses of people, the crowd started thinning. He was leaving the town, going to the cemetery on the hillside to the East of the town. As he had suspected the same flower seller as seven months ago was still selling her flowers at the eastern gate. She nodded at Armus, seemingly recognizing him, but then didn't make a comment. Armus brought the same flowers as the last time and strode up the hillside to the small cemetery. There were only about three dozen graves in the cemetery, next to the nunnery building. Armus's mother, after his father left her had taken refuge in this nunnery and Armus himself was born here. Some of the nuns had wanted to take him in after his mother died, but the Head-Nun, a strict woman had not allowed it. Armus had been brought it by a blacksmith, who had taken pity of him in the outskirts of the town. He placed the flowers on his mother's simple grave and murmured a prayer for her eternal soul. He turned to leave when a voice from behind him halted him in his tracks. "If my old eyes don't cheat me, then you must be young Armus, eh?" The aged, yet kind voice from behind him reminded him of Sister Margaret, who had visited him at times at the smithy. He hadn't seen her for more than a dozen years. He turned and his thoughts were confirmed. "Indeed it is I. Your eyesight is as sharp as ever." He said smiling, and slightly bowed to greet the aged woman. He could see that age hadn't been kind to her. Her back was bent, and she was leaning heavily on a stick, yet her eyes still had that piercing intensity they had had when he last saw her. "Her spirit is grateful." Sister Margaret said, motioning at the flowers. Rumours had it that some of the sisters at the nunnery could communicate with the dead, but Armus wasn’t sure. Still he nodded once again to Sister Margaret and turned heading back into town. [ 01-12-2006, 09:19 AM: Message edited by: dplax ]