Post by Brahm on Apr 2, 2006 20:37:02 GMT -5
Ten years had passed. Ten long years of constant study and training in the Tower, never leaving except to defend the tower against the glory seekers that came searching for him, and the rest of the Khemri family.
Brahm stood out on his chamber balcony glancing out across the dead fields about the tower, carrion pigeons sweeping down to feed on the festering corpses of the fallen. His broad shoulders pulled back and massive chest pressed forward.
The time has come for me to make a name for myself...
With those words he turned, picking up the old leather bound grimore from its place on his bed table, and headed down the spiral staircase to go out into the world and make himself the most famous of the Khemri family.
Brahm stood out on his chamber balcony glancing out across the dead fields about the tower, carrion pigeons sweeping down to feed on the festering corpses of the fallen. His broad shoulders pulled back and massive chest pressed forward.
The time has come for me to make a name for myself...
With those words he turned, picking up the old leather bound grimore from its place on his bed table, and headed down the spiral staircase to go out into the world and make himself the most famous of the Khemri family.
