Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140618133434/@comment-24296957-20140618193846

As the morning sun crested above the mountaintops, the brilliance bathes the green valley below in an orange glow, looking more akin to the time of Autumn than Summer. The great fireball blazed its welcoming, heralding in another day in the land. The kepper of night bidding his farewell for another brief moment, awakening the people.

Nestled into one such mountain was a quaint sanctuary, renoun for its forgery and combat effeciencey. 'Tis a quiet place to be, away from the hubbub of society. A calm in the storm, a rut in the track of time.

The wind rustled the hair of a certain fellow, meditating on a wooden terrace overlooking the valley, the rays of the sun just catching the edge of the platform. The screach of an eagle broken the silence, it's red color radianting a fire-like appearance. The man rose from meditation, widthdrawing a small scroll of papayrus from the bird.

The man hummed a tune whilst he read the message. Nodding as he finished, the man petted his bird, which promptly flew off to the food dish in a nearby tree. The man had just been summoned to the valley below, to the local town. Grabbing his gear and a tome he had been studying, he doused the forge's flames, whistled to his bird, and continued down a path carved into the mountainside.

"Come Fenice.  Amet, The Shepherd of Fire, hath been summoned."