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[Rashid Oryan]

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Warm Sun rays shot down just outside the door of a small Inn. The inn’s location was odd; it just bordered the sea and was generally common place for travelers, pirates and the sea faring adventurer hoping to rest his soul. Generally, it was a quiet place, randomly home to the occasional bar spat or disagreement, but in all; it was quiet. This day though, an odd air filled the place. The setting was somewhat unsettling…or more unsettling than usual. Due to the likes that frequented, an oddity was not rare. It was almost common place. But the winds that blew this day, we different than usual.

The bartender took a short sabbatical from his usual doings. Normally cleaning and tending to the patrons; this time he found himself peering out of a window, staring at a small boat that was making its way toward the land mass. In the distance, it seemed to only have two crew members, one being a tired old seaman. His rough beard and tattered clothing suggested that he had seen hard days and nights at sea, but well aware of his abilities. The second fellow though, was quite the opposite; an ebony skinned youth; standing about 5’11 or so with an athletic build. His youth was obvious, little facial hair, long somewhat kinky black hair falling to his shoulders. His eyes, a light brown color, stared towards the inn; almost as though he could see the Bartender.

The bartender stood, almost frozen for a moment, and looked away before walking to the front door of the Inn. As he approached the door, it swung open, and the fellow that was surely miles away on the ship he saw was standing before him. The bartender jumped back a bit, as the fellow stepped forward. The bartender righted himself and mumbled, “Gi’dday Sir….any…anything I can get for you.” The young man smiled and bowed his head a bit speaking with a slight accent, “Indeed you can; I shall have a glass of wine, a pen and a piece of parchment. “ The bartender stood still for a moment, almost as though he did not hear. The young fellow reached out and grabbed the bartender’s hand, grasping firmly, but not shaking. As he released it, he placed a few gold coins in the man’s hand. “Please make haste friend, I know there are other matters you must tend to.” said the Young fellow with a smile. The bartender looked to his hand, smiled and walked away, gathering the items.

The young man closed the door behind him, and removed his leather glove from his hand. As he walked toward a table, he dragged his right hand against the walls and tables; taking in a deep breath. It seemed as if he was taking in the energy of the room, surveying with his eyes closed. He slowly chose his seat, pulled out his chair. The bartender made his way to the table as the man sat down. The young man smiled and nodded, “Thank you.” He took a sip of his wine from its dirty glass, and began to scribble on his parchment…

Father,
I pray that this letter finds you in the best of health. I know through your studies, and teachings, you nay find the time to tend to missives and the lot. But, I did choose to make you aware that I have found my way to the lands you have taught me of. The navigator you paired me with fared the seas well; but I am afraid I did not see Nu’Jelm as you instructed. This land is not as strange as I imagined, and what you said in your stories rings true. As soon as my feet touched the shores, I noticed the youth running about. This place is full of life…and so many different “energies”. I find this place will be strong with temptations in my initial assessment. My abilities are very much In tune here. Though I am sure I should be right to my training. I hoped to grace you with a missive. Before my departure, you said you may follow shortly behind…and if it true, I will see you then. Otherwise, there is much for me to learn and I should have at it. I know I am well prepared.

Balance shall lead the way.

Vanya sulie,

Rashid Oryan


The fellow took in a deep breath as he dragged his finger across the parchment; giving it somewhat of a signature with his essence. He smiled for a moment and placed his glove back over his hand. He took a sip of his wine and stared off into space for a moment, muttering…

“Mayhaps my purpose for being here is much greater than what he spoke of…I wonder if the name of Oryan is valid in these lands. I know there is endless possibility...the energies suggest it... ”
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From my Fathers teachings...I shall right the energies of this realm. Balance is my purpose.