OOC: -________________________-.... You know what? Why the heck not?!
IC:
http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/ni ... ppiano.mid (Music alert)
Night. A cold night where rain fell as though the clouds had been shattered from the lightning that struck it. All doors were closed, as well as shops. No one walked in the street. Save one man. A man in a long black cloak, hooded, walked down the lane. He strode beside his horse, Jetmane, with a spear by his side. He knew that he would go to his doom. But he would do what he could for his master...
Yes... this was the renowned Nogare that everyone would applause for along the streets. Oh. Did I say one? They were two. And when this second man saw him, he rejoiced, and was about to blurt out in amazement and joy that their hero had returned all these months later. But the old knight grabbed the civilian by the neck, and hissed in his ear, "No, lad. I have not returned. I have come on behalf of my father. For he won in the Arena two generations ago. And I come to honor that. Even if I must fight my cousin in the process."
The man whom now had a strong hand around his neck sniffled, and was about to cry in sadness, but nodded. "Aye." He looked at him, though, with a curious eye. "But where have you been all these months?"
Nogare failed to answer. At least, not directly. He only stated, "I have been one whom I wish to never become." He took a deep breath and he seemed to be looking back in time at something - a terrible memory. And it must have been terrible... the growing deepness in his breath... his hardening face... and his angry eyes.
After a time he turned to the man, and snapped his hand away from his victim's neck. "What happened."
"Shut up! Just give me a quill!" exploded the knight. Without hesitation, the other man gave him a quill from his bag. "Now tell me... How has our king mean while I was out of his sight!"
The town citizen suddenly was uneasy to answer. He suddenly thought he knew what was going on.
Without warning or expectation, Nogare drew his blade and pointed its curve not a nanometer away from the sir's throat. "How is the old bastard! Has Zelda been happy?" Is she, you halfwit! Has the dumb ox caused any more pain to Hyrule! Has he helped to stop those that he claimed that I was! Or is he still huddled up in his throne room, hiding from the world outside of it! Well next time you see him, tell him that I want an apology..."
Quill now handed to him, Nogare placed it gently onto the page to sign up for the tournament, naming himself
The Morndil., meaning, "Dark Friend," in an elder tongue even more ancient than Hyrule in all its time. He closed his eyes, calming himself. He was letting his anger take the better of him. He needed to remember that even in exile, he was to remain loyal to his old master. He opened his eyes, and he let his unshaved, wet hair wave down to his other side. "So sorry, lad. I might as well speak to you since you are the only one loyal yet to me. I dare not enter this land alone without someone to trust. What is your name?"
"Imrien, sir," said the man, his eyes wide, with confusion and excitement to me a known and trusted person to this once great hero.
"Hello, Imrien. Never speak ill to the king. He has done so much for my family in the past years. And his fathers before him were also mighty at heard."
Imrien said nothing.
"Lad...."
"Yes, my lord!"
"Do you have shelter. I need rest."
"Yes. It would be a true honour!"
Nogare looked behind him to be sure that none could see his face, masked as it was though beard and mustache, and he lifted his black cloak and walked into the night. Tomorrow he would need to be ready for preparing for his new class...
OOC: Go for it, friends
. If you want to see him, by all means, see him.
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