Kurgen's Last Hope

Kurgen dragged his bruised feet the few steps needed to reach the door. He had traveled almost non-stop from Iridine to Parcine. He rested for 2 hours a day and then was back up catching food as he walked. Kurgen had yet to find a city or inn that hadn't turned him away. The Legio had made sure every man,woman, and child knew his face and how threatening he was. The only relief he had was when he fought some of the bandits on the road before him. He even managed to steal a hooded cloak from one. He kept the hood about his face at all times, trying to look less and less like the person he was. Kurgen has many new scars to show the reaction he recieved from people, but he still tried every inn or city he came upon. This one was alittle different though, it was the last real sign of civilization before you reached the Blackroot Mountain Range. If he didn't find some shelter here he would be forced to see how far south the world went. He slowly crept to the door and checked to see if his cloak was still tightly pulled. He then stepped inside, he was not suprised to see the entire room filled with men and women who looked like bandits or soldiers of fortane. One man did stand out, he was quite old and was dressed almost as if he belonged in a temple. He noticed how the people gave him a wide berth and stayed as far away as possible, never making eye contact with him. It was then whispers went through the inn about the tall man covered in a hooded cloak standing before them. Some warriors placed a hand on their weapons, some just went back to their business, and the old man didn't even look up. "Howdy stranger, what can I get for you," said the bartender."Get me an ale," said Kurgen harsely again drawing stares from the crowd. Kurgen then got his mug and stepped over to the old man's table and sat down."What are you about old timer," said Kurgen. "It is none of your concern hooded warlord," said the old man not looking up at him."Warlord? you must be joking, if I'm a warlord where is my little army," said Kurgen laughing."You don't have one Kurgen, Destroyer of Dreams, you have no friends and no acknowledged family," said the old man matter-of-factly. The name Kurgen pulled some more attention to him as Kurgen spoke alittle worried," How do you know this?" "My god tells me of your demon that Ereal will not release you from," said the old man not waving," he will not grant you release Kurgen, Destroyer of Dreams." "Why is it I am doomed to be evil then," Kurgen said this time laughing at himself. "You are doomed because you chose to be, Every man has one god that is the true one only for him, and Ereal is not your god," said the old man."You must be joking, Ereal is the only god," said Kurgen this time acting all smart. "No! Ereal has made his servants blind the hearts of men, if you would try and free yourself from it you would know the truth and be free," said the old man standing and beckoning to Kurgen to follow. Kurgen was led out the door where the man pointed to an old road. "If you follow that road you will reach the place where the earth was formed and it is upon that ground you will find your answers. Kurgen then jumped as he heard a small child scream. Kurgen turned to look and then back to find the old man no where or the child."STUPID MAGIC!!" yelled Kurgen at the top of his lungs, but something inside still pulled toward the road and Kurgen unknowingly began to follow it.

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