The path forward (Open)
Jun 29, 2023 14:25:23 GMT -5
Post by Zato on Jun 29, 2023 14:25:23 GMT -5
Loneliness was a feeling that Zato was use to, having reached a point in their life where being alone and with ones self was much more enjoyable than spending time with strangers. Since Scern's arrest, the Shadewood had become their new home, a large cluster of shadowed forest where one could easily disappear. It was rare for someone to venture this deep into the forest, with various kinds of dangerious animals making the journey not even worth it. This however is what attracted the assassin, a quiet place to be devoid of prying eyes and wandering spirits.
Zato had come here a few weeks ago in the attempt to find a place to lay low, not wanting to attract any attention the mess in the Arid Mesa was causing. Most of Scern's followers had done the same, scurrying to the ends of the earth like cockroaches. Those who had been unlucky in finding a refuge had been arrested, or even killed, a fate Zato wanted to avoid.
A small campfire had been built in the safety of the tree thicket, massive canopies of interweaving branches provided the perfect shelter for anyone looking to disappear. They had spent the last few weeks collecting supplies and establishing a small camp, one made from leaves, trees, and other natural resources found in the area. It was not the Dancer's Den or the Brass Dragon by any means, but for now, it was home.
The sun had set several hours ago, plunging an already dark forest into further darkness. Zato sat around their make shift campfire that gave off enough warmth and light to suffice, but not so much that it would give their position away. They had managed to snag a few wild rabbits earlier in the day and were now roasting them over the fire, lazily humming to themselves as they preparred their meal. Zato wore their normal attire, a long black robe with tight fitting leathers hidden underneath. Their eyes were covered in a black cloth that wrapped around their head, long black hair drapping over their shoulders.
While life in the Shadewood was pretty good for a runaway cult leader, it was impossible to make progress on anything while secluded. The world was moving on without them, and little to no news of Scern or his other followers had found its way to Zato. They were beginning to think that it was time for something new, a change of pace, but what could an ex assassin turned cultist even provide Charon that would not instantly get them locked up. Fortunately for the cloaked individual, pity was not a feeling they could afford, and never saw their situation as dire. They had been thrown curve after curve in this life, and was one of the best people they knew at bouncing back.
The void of the dark existed just outside the aura of Zato's campfire, random creaks, howls, and snaps reminding them of the dangers that lurked just a few feet away. Zato was beginning to settle in, reaching for a bundle of leaves they had turned into a blanket, fully expecting to remain alone for the rest of the evening.
Zato had come here a few weeks ago in the attempt to find a place to lay low, not wanting to attract any attention the mess in the Arid Mesa was causing. Most of Scern's followers had done the same, scurrying to the ends of the earth like cockroaches. Those who had been unlucky in finding a refuge had been arrested, or even killed, a fate Zato wanted to avoid.
A small campfire had been built in the safety of the tree thicket, massive canopies of interweaving branches provided the perfect shelter for anyone looking to disappear. They had spent the last few weeks collecting supplies and establishing a small camp, one made from leaves, trees, and other natural resources found in the area. It was not the Dancer's Den or the Brass Dragon by any means, but for now, it was home.
The sun had set several hours ago, plunging an already dark forest into further darkness. Zato sat around their make shift campfire that gave off enough warmth and light to suffice, but not so much that it would give their position away. They had managed to snag a few wild rabbits earlier in the day and were now roasting them over the fire, lazily humming to themselves as they preparred their meal. Zato wore their normal attire, a long black robe with tight fitting leathers hidden underneath. Their eyes were covered in a black cloth that wrapped around their head, long black hair drapping over their shoulders.
While life in the Shadewood was pretty good for a runaway cult leader, it was impossible to make progress on anything while secluded. The world was moving on without them, and little to no news of Scern or his other followers had found its way to Zato. They were beginning to think that it was time for something new, a change of pace, but what could an ex assassin turned cultist even provide Charon that would not instantly get them locked up. Fortunately for the cloaked individual, pity was not a feeling they could afford, and never saw their situation as dire. They had been thrown curve after curve in this life, and was one of the best people they knew at bouncing back.
The void of the dark existed just outside the aura of Zato's campfire, random creaks, howls, and snaps reminding them of the dangers that lurked just a few feet away. Zato was beginning to settle in, reaching for a bundle of leaves they had turned into a blanket, fully expecting to remain alone for the rest of the evening.