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[Rufus Oryan]

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The woods near Empath abbey were quite noisy at night. Late into the night, there was little said, and occasionally you could hear a monk sliding about the halls. Rufus had been here before; long ago. Considering how Rufus had spent his day; staying in a place of reflection and humility seemed more than fitting.

He laid in the small wooden framed bed, stroking his now lightly streaked beard with his tattooed hand. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep loud breath. He moved about in the bed a bit, laying on his back. His thoughts, somber this night...

It has been some time since I've seen the serenity of this place. Oh how I miss this peace. It is strange how the other place that causes me this much ease is in direct contrast. The urge is so different though. To see Umbra is almost like a calling...an addiction. But to simply walk any of the other lands brings a calm unparalleled....

I've come far...

I grew up poor, on the outskirts of Nu'jelm. I studied Magery in Moonglow; read at the Lycaeum, made my living selling farmed cotton and sheep's wool to the Tailors of Skara Brae. I sold Books I wrote to those interested at the Bank in Britain. I survived the attacks on the cities...And then I wandered....I traveled to the woods of Skara...That Forestwalker Cabin still stands. I left for Yew...and then began to work in Diplomacy...

I cared for the people of Sosaria. Each one....Brigand and Barkeep alike.

Then I became Regent after Huma Dragonbane. I fought in the War of Serpent's Hold...

Sultan of Nu'jelm....

Sarah...

Anskitas...

Spiritmancy...

And then I left

Rufus opened his eyes, sitting up slowly . He turned to the side of the bed, fastening his sandals. Rufus slowly stood up, as not to wake the monks. As he crept down the stairs he stopped abruptly Where am I going? Every time that I do find peace....I move from it. Madness. Rufus slowly turned and walked back up the stairs, and then to his small room. He dropped his pack on the floor and sat on the side of the bed. He stared into the darkness for a moment, rubbing the marking on his face and then playing with magical flickers of light from his hands. He then whispered, In Lor leaning forward and picking a small book from his pouch.

"I've not written in some time...and in the Morning, I shall return to Nu'jelm"

Late into the night, Rufus scribbled in his small brown book hoping to organize his thoughts. Perhaps the next day's dealings would quiet his mind.
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