<b>Outskirts of Midveil - @Devnator</b><br/><br/><br/><br/>The rising sun was soon to reach its peak as Gideon solemnly marched towards the city of Midveil, behind him plains of grass swayed with every breeze and like waves they rippled past him. With every ripple he swore he could hear the crashing ocean waves on a shore now forsaken and accursed by those who only heard of it's tragic tale through whispers. Through his helmet Gideon could see the city and beyond it the forest covered mountains, he wondered what lay beyond. He knew that Midveil was a city connected by numerous roads that lead to the other fable cities.<br/>It was a far cry of what he had been use to as a child. He had grown to the coarse shouts of sailors arriving at the harbor where they would moor their ships and offload their precious cargo, be it passengers eager to see the landscape or items of worth such as spice, iron or livestock.<br/><br/>These were distant memories now, a life lost to an inferno and that remained were stinging embers that tugged at bitter regrets.<br/>The man now wandering the road was weary, his armor creaked with every step he took, his body ached from the burns and scars of a battle no one living will likely know. Nor will they know that this failure of a knight was a prince of that accursed kingdom, a prince who cast away his birthright, threw down his honor and cut his ties to the brotherhood of knights who had trained him. In their place he had taken up a belief long forgotten, a duty neglected by those who were driven to protect the innocent, he took up a made of title to inspire dread in all those who dared whisper it into the nights so that no one would stumble upon his work.<br/>For nine years Gideon had labored with a task to put to rest the ghost of Loch Delmorr, be it the tormented spirit of a child, to bury the burnt body of a father who desperately had tried to fend of nightmares or to slay the lingering demons who took pleasure in the agony of those who could not pass on.<br/><br/>But now one task had been completed, another took its place; he wished to know the truth of why this had happened. The dead may speak to him but they cannot always know the truth of what they saw. Among the living there were still knew of what happened. The cultists involved were one group but he was not sure if they had been acting under the Order of Yami or if it was another cult.<br/>However there was another possibility, one that chilled him to the bone; the possibility that his father may have had a hand in the slaughter. Gideon hadn't buried either his father nor any of his brothers, he could not find any of their bodies.<br/><br/><br/>Gideon shook his head, his eyelids felt heavier than his armor how long ago did he have the leisure of a good nights rest? How long has it been since he left the ruins of Loch Delmorr? Two weeks? He survived on the kindness of others, aiding others in exchange for food and a place to rest.<br/>Though he had his own agenda, Gideon hoped that Midveil would be kind enough to let him get a couple hours of sleep maybe even a decent meal with what little coin he had. Before him now loomed the gates of Midveil and for the first time he would enter a city of the living.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>