April 25, 2005
The Awakening
“Why am I awake”, Ozmar asked himself. He had cast a great sleep spell upon himself in the attempt to relieve all the pain. A time before the casting of the spell, he spent his every waking moment searching for an opportunity to avenge his wife’s death...
After looking around he realized that he was no longer in the clan hall where he had started his sleep. Instead, he was lying in the ruins of Kjeldoran Market Square. He had not known how long his spell had lasted. The only thing that he knew was that he was now alone again.
When he finally began to look around he noticed slight changes here and there. He looked down at his own armor and personal effects he realized that the items that he held were no longer as priceless as they were before his sleep. He decided that he would wander and explore the lands to see how much had changed.
The first thing that he noticed was the fact that the faces he saw were not the faces that he remembered. He remembered very few of the faces, and even fewer of the paths that used to take him to familiar grounds. On one of his trips he had taken a wrong turn and ended up in a room with a giant leviathan. He barely managed to escape by using his exit spell. When he had regained the strength that was consumed by casting the spell, he looked around and had no idea where he was. After this little set back he decided that he would ask around and try to start where he left off.
The only thing that he had remembered for sure was memories that were held in the wedding band around his finger. His wife had been a blessing to him. She was a leader of the clan they lead with a few others. She was the only one that could lead him. She had no objections to any of his decisions, and never failed to help him when needed.
He only wished he knew what happened to her.
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