Submitted by TregardMaynard on Wed, 2011-05-25 21:35
Tregard sighs as he enters the familiar cave. "It ain't Nisibis, but its home." The bard kicks off his boots and throws his pack into the corner. He pulls his orb of everlight and sits it on the floor. The object shines onto a scroll as he unrolls it. Tregard stares at blank parchment before kneeling down to write.
The Dragon's Digest: Nakigahara for Mayor? Appearance of the massive Angori has led to rumors.... Tregard's mind wanders as he dictates. "He got his balls back. He, Tregard Maynard actually stood up for something. He helped Atasatch cower Gorepaw and fought Douglas himself. Of course he made sure the field marshal didn't see his face. No need to open old wounds." He chuckles, left hand absently touching his scar. "Fracking Ressik goons wanted to see made a man mad. Um, trying to open a man's skull will. Thank the Ageless One, Rowan showed up."Tregards pauses mentally and physically at the memory.
....as long as the town remains leaderless, we are sheep at mercy of the wolf. Remember friends, Jastrey is free so long as one of us says"No". And shout "NO!". Tregard stares indecisively at the article. "Too strong" he murmurs and pushes the parchment to the side. Quill spinning, he considers a new closing to his article.
Suddenly a cold wind billows around him, carrying the scent of decay and rot. " I must say, Akon and Rasiri being the exception, urodeqs do smell terrible. Well, Akon being the exception. Teens of any race reek of hormones." The bard reaches for some incense and is bowled over by the wind.
"Slave" caress his mind seeking entry. " Sorry , double occupancy. Try down the road" counters the man. '"SLAVE" resounds again , flooring the bard and snuffing out the orb's light. "Ok, time to relocate" Tregard says, scrambling to gather his stuff. "One voice to many", he chides. And for the second time in a week a voice has evicted Tregard Maynard from his home.