Zeoldan after remembering how it had all started and having slept on this jagged memory, had finally decided to try to piece together what had happened next. He had never taken the time to stop and think about where this was all going…
It had happened so fast it has just sucked him in and he was too busy trying to live day to day and respond to problems that seemed never ending to just try and piece it all together.
Xeoldan, who the friends all knew would probably be the best of them all. But even the great Xeoldan was seeming to fade in and out of exsistance. None of the adventurers had known where he went for training, they all assumed he was a student of Gendel of Ellina. None learned he was a student of Alcaster. Xeoldan had tracked them all down eventally and brought them to Orbis.
‘Ahh, Orbis the City of the Skies’ thought Zeoldan and he started to drink a bottle of ancient tree sap. “Also the city of One-Thousand lies” he muttered under his breath. Tears swelled up in his eyes and he shouted, “And also the City of Bloodshed!” People started to look up at Zeoldan on the roof of the self-defence store now. They shot him quisitional glances but went on with their lives, trying to buy, sell, and get into the adventure of a life-time.
Zeoldan now thought of Xeoldans plan’s in Orbis. They were to form a guild. A grand idea they thought, what better way to unite themselves than by joining a guild. “Lethe. is the name I think we should use.” Explained Xeoldan. ” In my studies I have found this word has much power, it symbolizes Oblivion.” The others seemed uneasy about this but willing, for Xeoldan was their comrade and he must know what he was doing.
Zeoldan chuckled now, the drink had gotten to him. He closed his eyes and fell into the whirlpool that is sleep.