The flash of blue light came loud, controlled and lasted only the span of a heartbeat. In its wake, a man stood. The dust settled over his boots, displaced air causing little dusty swirls to shift. He appeared young, perhaps in his twenties. A strap of worn leather held his long reddish hair at the nape of his neck. His clothing was that of a traveler, or a pilgrim of sorts; dark leather breeches, leather boots, a natural fiber cream colored shirt. Across his chest a baldric lay with a sword of attitude sheathed against his back. It was to the attitude that he spoke.
"Yes. We are back." His tone was soft, almost scratchy like he needed a good drink. He wsn't sure where back exactly was. His eyes flicked about taking in his surroundings. What would he find here? Answers or just more questions?
He drew in a breath and finally set out. He did not know where he was exactly going but he felt a pull to go this way. So go that way he did. A horse would have been good but since he did not mind traveling on foot he did not bother to consider summoning one. Besides, walking held a certain satisfaction actually. His gloved hands flexed; the action almost eager. There was something about this land. Something different. And it felt good.
He felt like he was finally .. home.
"Yes. We are back." His tone was soft, almost scratchy like he needed a good drink. He wsn't sure where back exactly was. His eyes flicked about taking in his surroundings. What would he find here? Answers or just more questions?
He drew in a breath and finally set out. He did not know where he was exactly going but he felt a pull to go this way. So go that way he did. A horse would have been good but since he did not mind traveling on foot he did not bother to consider summoning one. Besides, walking held a certain satisfaction actually. His gloved hands flexed; the action almost eager. There was something about this land. Something different. And it felt good.
He felt like he was finally .. home.