A new land, an Old visitor.
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				Title: <strong>A new land, an Old visitor.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CathakJaedenar</strong> on <strong>21-08-2006, 16:00:20</strong>
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				Cathak Jaedenar, awoken from a centuries long sleep, was very distraught about the new world he had awoken to.&nbsp; There were lights and noises unknown to the Dragon Blooded monk who had been asleep since the second age, after the second Consortium against the Anathema.&nbsp; 'Cursed Solar sorcerors.&nbsp; Their power was beyond even my own knowledge.&nbsp; Where did that one get the capability to cast one as blessed as myself into slumber.&nbsp; I know not even what age this is any longer, and I cannot sense any others of my own breed.&nbsp; I must explore this place.&nbsp; I must learn what I can and see about finding my way back to the Realm.&nbsp; I must uphold my vow to protect it from the Anathema!'&nbsp; These thoughts plagued him as he&nbsp; walked through the streets of this new place, still in awe of the multitude of changes.&nbsp; He drew many an odd look from the humans he walked past, for he was dressed in the traditional white robes of his status.&nbsp; The collars and hems were all inlaid with various different colors of Jade, making the robe look very elegant, but very out of place in this new land.&nbsp; He growled low to himself any time one would collide with him, and more than once, he felt the attempts at taking something from him.&nbsp; But, he did not know what they were trying to take, he never&nbsp; carried gold on him, but he suspected it was not his coinpurse they were after, but something more modern.&nbsp; He strode toward a park, wishing to get away from the majority of people so he could slip into a meditation to search the links between his kind for any survivors.&nbsp; His oddly orange tinged skin drew looks as he passed police, but most would just assume it a trick of the oddly colored light.&nbsp; He settled down amidst a stand of trees, and let his eyes drift closed, slipping slowly into a calm meditation, but he was always alert.&nbsp; His ears were keen, and his other senses were nearly so.&nbsp; After a long while, he frowned deeply, rising from his meditation, shaking his head.&nbsp; He could find no trace of any other Dragon Blooded.&nbsp; He needed to find a place to rest.&nbsp; He began to walk across the park, and passed a bar, always looking around for a place suitable for his needs.&nbsp; It needed to be warm, almost hot to the touch of a human, and it needed to be dry.&nbsp; He preferred to sleep near open fires, but he did not know where he would find such.
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