Through the forest he traipses. And more he traipses further until eventually reaching a small wooden cabin in the center of a small deforested clearing. Lining the little cottage's balcony rests various Redwood furniture and carving stations similar to that which sits on Ragela's perch.
After laying the chunks of wooden slabs next to a woodsmithing station, he places his hand on the handle to the hand-made cottage, opening it and stepping inside. A large fireplace in the center of the small living room greets him, made of clay, brick, stone, and more redwood; a layout of two couches in a circle formation facing the fireplace with a separating counter marking the kitchen welcoming him home. And so too does the cabin's humble interior greet his unrested mind. In the center of the sofa-like half circle he sits, the cushion-like material of the seats made from leather and filled with feathers compressing under the added weight of his armor. His head lays back. And further his head reclines as he attempts to relax after a long day of indulging in his wood carving hobby. But, though he may try to repress them, Ragela's words ring in his mind like a siren blaring in his ears.
"Vasitaomo daya..." {You should visit them...} the echo of her voice repeats. It grows louder and louder, quickie becoming unbearable. Truth be told Sariffall knew of many villages popping up around the forest. And too did he desire to visit them. Yet he knew his peculiar appearance and lack of communication may discourage and put off the humans he may encounter. He had no intention of scaring the humans of these settlements, though scare he would without intention and this he was aware. This plagued his mind for many years and he almost managed to purge his memory of these thoughts; but thoughts they remain and thoughts they fill, fueled by Ragela's mention of them- much to Sariffall's annoyance.
"Vasitaomo daya..." {You should visit them...} her words echo once more. In response Sariffall jolts from his lounge, bursting through the doors of his cottage and roughly sitting at one of the many woodsmithing stations lining its exterior. But still the voices ring in his conscience.
"Vasitaomo daya..." {You should visit them...} it continues ever loudening. To the point of insanity it nearly pushes him until he finally caves; he slams his hand on the table and stands. And with a weary look into the forest he grabs one of the many files thrown across his work desk, looking at it intently before setting it down in frustration. His frustration remains constant as he wanders into the growth of trees and bushes, leaving his wooden cabin behind.
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Life And Legacies
FantasyA Nephilim cursed into silence. Trapped in his own armor. Chased into hiding centuries ago. Former Arch Knight Sariffall descends onto a newly formed human settlement near his safe haven in the mountains. Little did he know, he would meet a young f...
