11-30-2016, 07:29 AM
Magnus was a leader worth treating with. He was from the old days. Not as old as the ginger man standing before him, but he was old. There was something magical about Magnus and the way he carried himself. Ashley came as a representative of Ischia, but truthfully, there was no life there. He was alone far more often than he was not, and he looked to the borders of other lands for a place of importance… to validate that Ischia—and Ea—were where his allegiance truly belonged.
In the end, the old days did not matter. He was a representative of an island—not a kingdom. A small band of individuals who were so busy coming and going—or sleeping—that they did not usually find themselves at home at the same time. With this in mind, and little power to gather behind it, he looked at Magnus with a level of respect that only some can understand.
“I did call. And thank you. It certainly smells of Sulphur.” He smirked as he looked up at the volcano. “How do you live in the shadow of such a thing? Don’t you ever tire of the darkness?” His business momentarily forgotten, he stood agape at the smoke that spewed from its top.
In the end, the old days did not matter. He was a representative of an island—not a kingdom. A small band of individuals who were so busy coming and going—or sleeping—that they did not usually find themselves at home at the same time. With this in mind, and little power to gather behind it, he looked at Magnus with a level of respect that only some can understand.
“I did call. And thank you. It certainly smells of Sulphur.” He smirked as he looked up at the volcano. “How do you live in the shadow of such a thing? Don’t you ever tire of the darkness?” His business momentarily forgotten, he stood agape at the smoke that spewed from its top.
ashley
I walked the path, it led me to the end.