Role

Chapter 4

Nossos had spent his time in Galadon, trying to learn more
of his past, of who he was, and if possible how to get back
to the home he knew was out there somewhere. It was mostly
a futile effort. He did learn a few things. Being in the
smithy came almost as a second nature to him. The heat of
the forge felt good... and familiar.

It was on a warm summer day, that he decided to first take
himself out of the city. Out east he went, exploring as he
did. Walking past a set of bushes, he noticed a small path
leading to the south. Once he walked though, he could hear
it. Faint clanging, that only a trained ear would pick up.
Marching through the ruined streets, he came to the smithy.

A man looked up at him and smiled, then moved back to the
forge. Nossos walked in and sat down then, looking forlornly
at the anvil. That was when the stories started to flow.
Almost as if he were a long lost friend....

Nossos learned that the smiths name was Tahren. He heard
stories of great men and women, fighting a taint, a blight
on Thera. Nossos was engrossed in those stories, he could
feel them touch his soul. It was then that he knew, if
he was to ever find his home, to see the face of that woman
in his dreams, he would have to find a way to fight that
blight, to remove that taint from the world.