Written By Vayle
Oct. 19, 2017, 8:01 p.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
I look wistfully behind me yet the shores of Setarco are long from view. Amidst its sands we have left friends, family, enemies and history. I can nearly hear them all whispering their farewells with each splash against the belly of the ship. There is sadness. There is fear. There is hope...
I turn my head against the sting of sea spray to the cold, dark port of Arx. What lies ahead is unknown. Will we find our way? We have been warned by those who care for us of the ruthlessness of the capital and the turmoil that it breeds, both amidst its denizens and the world that gnaws and gnashes about the great city. We have heard the tales of attacks, both against its gates and abroad.
Despite the ruthlessness I have witnessed and betrayals I've faced, it is this city that I fear the most. The unknown. Yet, here I am droning on about my hesitance and failing to mention my excitement. To see a world outside that of what I've known is a gift, not a punishment. I acknowledge that even with the anxiety hanging heavy in my chest.
A new life. A new adventure. Here we go.
I turn my head against the sting of sea spray to the cold, dark port of Arx. What lies ahead is unknown. Will we find our way? We have been warned by those who care for us of the ruthlessness of the capital and the turmoil that it breeds, both amidst its denizens and the world that gnaws and gnashes about the great city. We have heard the tales of attacks, both against its gates and abroad.
Despite the ruthlessness I have witnessed and betrayals I've faced, it is this city that I fear the most. The unknown. Yet, here I am droning on about my hesitance and failing to mention my excitement. To see a world outside that of what I've known is a gift, not a punishment. I acknowledge that even with the anxiety hanging heavy in my chest.
A new life. A new adventure. Here we go.
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