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The Return; Rumil Returns to Kystrel
Topic Started: Oct 14 2017, 10:11 PM (26 Views)
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The foot falls of a war horse charmed on the ground, as it picked its way. The giant horse had seen better days, its black skin having lost some of it luster, its silky black main not as soft as it once was. Time had left its mark on the horse, as it always did on everything. The horse despite being older was still sure of itself. Under its black skin musicals still rippled, and power still ran rapped under it. It never once missed a beat as the horse walked under its riders command. It knew the streets of Cormyr will, and no latter how long they had been gone, this place, the streets where his home, one simple did not forget their home, unless of course the God and Goddess wanted you to, or had a bad seans of hummer.

The rider that sat on the horse an old faded green cape on, that had seen better days. The hood had been pulled up over his head, and the shadows of the hood danced along hiding away his face. To some that would look at the rider there might seem to be something formiller about him, the way he sat a horse, the way he held himself. The clothing he had on, even thought warn seemed to speak volumes about him.

The rider himself felt a raising joy inside of him as he moved deeper into Cormyr. For to long he had ignored the call of his home. For to long he had stayed away from the woods and lands that had called to him, at night when he slept. He had left Kystrel to find himself. He had left to heal his broken heart, and shattered mind. Little did he know that in doing so, would only lead him back to it. Back to Cormyr, the home he had ran from.

Leaf green eyes, watched as he made his way passed children playing on the streets. There laughter and delight in childhood play pulled a small smile up over his lips. They seemed unjaded by life and hope that a few might stay that way will into their adulthood. He hoped that they had good homes and grew up happy, unharmed by life.

He turned his eyes up to the walls of the castle ways, and then up to the tree tops and to the castle of Cormyr itself. The gray stone walls hadn't changed much from the last he had seen them, and he wondered if the inside looked the same, as it once did. He wondered if his room was still there, up in one of the towers. Some how he didn't think so, no doubt the king, would have already put one of his own works up there. He wondered if his Uncial rooms where still there, or the princes from long ago.

He was happy when he did not cringe to look upon the walls. He did not frown. The smile stayed on his face. He felt the lick of pain, at the memerys that poped in his head from days gone. He remaindered one face above all. A face he would never forget, a face he had once loved. The sting did not hurt as bad as it once had. The pain not as heavy. The loss, was something he still felt and he might still morn the boy from long ago. Little did he know what would unfold in the days, weeks, and years that would fallow. Little did he know how much of himself he would loss.

The rider pulled his eyes away from the keep, and kept his horse moving down the street. He was dirty, tried and in need of food, drink and somewhere to sleep, that didn't involve the hard cold ground under him. He allowed his war horse to pick its way along the city street. Throw the people gathered here and there. Passed mark stands, and other things. He pulled the horse up to a stop outside a tavern, a tavern he knew all to will. The last time he had been inside its walls, a young man had told him never to return.

A cocky grin, or perhaps a smirk played over his lips, as he swag himself down of his horse. His feet making little nose on the ground as he did so. His movements, graceful, gentle speaking of the elven blood that rain in his veins.

"Are you sure, you want to go in there?" A voice called to him as a young man road up beside his horse. "As I hear it last time you where in there, you got kicked out." The man chuckled as he to moved from his horse to stand beside him.

A heart felt chuckle rose from the riders lips, as he glanced over at the man. He shock his head not quite sure how to resound to his friend. He knew the story all to will, as it was the "best" story of the young mans childhood. Will one of them anyways. The rider himself could never quick understand what the man liked about the story. He reached out punching the mans shoulder lightly, in a friendly way, not meaning to hurt him one bit. "Perhaps we should see if we can get kicked out together, as we always seem to do."

The man gave the rider a wink of his eye, before pushing pass him and heading for the door of the inn, calling over his shoulder. "I am game."

The rider chuckled as the man pushed his way into the tavern . "Always in such a harry." He said lightly under his breath, with foundenss. He fallowed in after him, joining him at a table close to the door and up against a wall there backs facing it so that on one could come up behind them. A haddit that had been learned as the rider was away from Kystrell.

As he sat down refile washed over him. His tried body for the first time in a long time relaxed. This was the same chair, same table he had always sat in so long ago. Swift his dear friend at one side and many others gathered around. The young man waved a maid over and order up a battle of wine. Once it was severed up, the man raised his glass to the rider. "To the return trip home." He said.

A small shack of his head as given, as the hood of his green cape was pulled back. Bound hair pooling over his shoulders. Green eyes locking with the man, a small warm grin on his lips. "To the return trip home." Rumil said back. The long lost king of old had returned for better or worst...
Edited by RumilDaeton, Oct 14 2017, 10:13 PM.


  • Rumil Daeton,
    Lost Ranger Of Cormyr
    Forgotten King Of Cormyr Before The Great War,

    Not all those who wander are lost;
    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
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Rumil throw back his head and gave a hearty laugh, as the man beside him clapped him on the back playfully. "You must remember then." The man chuckled felting his glass up to Rumil in a friendly tossed, before drinking down the wine in his glass. The half-elf's face turned a slight red color, the blush rushing over his pale skin, up over the tips of his ears.

Rumil graded his own glass downing the rest of his wine, before glancing over at his company. A smirk pulled up the side of his lips, as he eyed him. "Ill never tell if I do or don't, Derrin." A playful grin replaced the smirk. "I think Rose would more then likely kill me if I did."

Derrin rolled in laughter as he filled both their glasses back up with wine. It was easly for anyone that watch to tell that the two shared a very close friendship. A friendship that has stayed the test of time. It had grown over the years, a friendship that now found them both sitting in the tavern for their own reasons. Derrin leaned back in his chair, his blue eyes sweeping over the tavern and the few people within it. "This is it then?" He said looking back over to Rumil. "This is where it all began."

Rumil nodded his head, leaning back against his chair as will. His own eyes drifting over the tarvern, it seemed so quit with few people inside and none that he knew.. His eyes lingered on the bar, where he had gotten so drunk one night, he had hit on the barkeep. His hand ran over the table they sat at, where he had given Swift the maps of the woods he had drawn for her. He looked to where Oill had scrolled him, had called him a child and had told him to never come back to the Tavern again. He remember Mij telling him at that very spot that they could be nothing but friends.

There where so many memerys inside the walls of this place. So many friends had been made and lost. He wondered where they had all gone. What where they all doing now. How many fights had token place here, how many advingers had they all found themselves in. It never seemed they where in short supple here. He wondered who's heart beside his own had been broken, and who was happy. Did Oill and Swift marry? Did Ella and her husband come back? Would they all hate him for leaving, without a word to anyone?

"Ah...none of that now..." Derrin said giving Rumil a slow and consired look. "Life is to be lived Rumil, not to be stared at from the past."

Rumil snapped his head back to Derrin, his green eyes locking on him. He nod of his head was given in argument, before the wine glass was token to his lips again and sipped. "As you have shown me time and again."

"Someone had to." Derrin ginned back at his friend, before his face took on a look of playfulness again. "You where becoming a bit of a prick."

A displeased look raced over Rumils face, as he glared at Derrin, before the half-elf broken out in laughter again, unable to stay surises. Was this a playful side of Rumil, a side that no one here had ever seen. Had the half-elf found himself at long last? Only time would tell. His laughter died down to a chuckled before he waved a maid over order himself and his friend cheese and bread.

They eat their food quietly, each lost in there own thoughts. Rumil himself re-flicked back on his traveling. The days and years that had drifted by. He hadn't might to stay away for so long. But he had might so many different people. He had seen so many different things. During that time somehow he had healed his shattered heart. The broken heart that had been left in the weak of the fall of the kingdom of Cormyr, of Kystrel. The fall of the family he had never knew, and the love he had never been given to chance to have. He had been so very close to loving someone, only to have that ripped away.

Somehow during the time he had been gone, he had forgiven the worst that had been done to him. But the most impotent person he had forgiven was himself. He had come to a understanding with himself. There had been nothing, he could have done to save Cormyr or the people that had been lost. He had only been a child and still was. He had been to young to take on the respectability of a kingdom. He had been to young to run a King that had or was being ripped apart by war. But very slowly he was becoming someone different, and hopefully someone better then he had been before.

While he had been gone, Rumil had allowed himself to lived. He had found a family, not of blood, but none of that had mattered to them. He had fall in love. He had given himself over to that. He had allowed himself to fell it, allowed himself to let it build and excapped it as it was. While his heart still cried out for the boy he had once loved, it was now a low whimper. He never once compared it to that. He had raised a child. He had lost that child. He had found joy and he had found heartack, but he never fight any of it, he just allowed it to be what it had been.

Rumil glanced up from his food to the man that sat infornt of him. His heart gave a jump of joy, it based in the felling of hope and pride and so many things that he couldn't put a name to, but willing excapped them as they where. Derrin looked up having scanted Rumils eyes on him, and gave his friend a grin. He sat back in his chair, propping his feet up on Rumil leg. The half elf thought about pushing Derrins feet of from his leg, remembering that last time he had showed any affliction to someone in this inn.

Rumil beside not to however, letting his friend find comfort in the closeness. He had no raisen to be a shamed. He had no raisen, to fear for Derrin's life here. Will he did. There had to be someone still alive that had once know he had been the King of Cormyr even if he wasn't know. For so long he had feared that someone or something would hurt the people he loved. Derrin knew who and what he was here, he excapped that on his own. He knew what could happen to him, but he still waited to be with him, close to him, and if Derrin was fine with that then so was he.

"You had said something about a cabin around here, you once owned." Derrin asked, as he half closed his eyes, and crossed his arms over his chest. Rumil couldn't help but chuckle at him, and gave a shack of his head. Though he couldn't blade Derrin for being a bit tried they had traveled fast back to Cormry, without much sleep or rest along the way.

"I do..." He said slowly, having told Derrin about the cabin next to a small lake in the woods of Cormry. He had once shared it with a young man, that had up and dissappred on him sometime ago. After the man had disappeared he began renting it out to people. "I doubt somehow its in any shape to live in. I was gone for a long time and I am sure no one has been around it to care for it."

A playful frown moved over Derrin lips. "I would guess that should be the first thing we take care of..."


  • Rumil Daeton,
    Lost Ranger Of Cormyr
    Forgotten King Of Cormyr Before The Great War,

    Not all those who wander are lost;
    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
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"The first thing huh?" Rumil asked laying his hand on top of Dirren's boot. "I don't want to spend the night in a cabin with a leaky roof again." The leather warm and wear under his hand. They where soft, from years of wondering, wondering that had both the two, together. Nether one feeling as if they belong anywhere, only to find a home within each other. The leather was wet and little smushy under his hand, and for a second Rumil wondered what the other man had been up to before finding his way back to him. He looked up giving Dirren that look, that asked him what he had been doing, and that look was ignored.

A laud chuckle flowed from Dirren's mouth, as one eye peeked open staring at Rumil, a light smirk pulling up the side of his lips. "I do recall we had fun that night." he remarked before closing his eye again. "If I recall right, someone had to much to drink."

Rumil chuckled himself and a rush of blush race over his face again. It seemed that his friend took pleasure in seeing that color on his face. He simple shock his head. "And if I recall right, your the one that started that to much fun night."

The smirk on Dirrens lips never faded as he shock his head in agreement. It had been his idea. "Alright no leaking roofs for tonight. Where shall we stay? Oh in the woods, the castle keep. Hmmmm." He posed for a second trying to recall any other places.

Rumil saved him, by simple saying. "Why not here"

Dirren blink more then once. The last place he thought the half elf would want to stay was here in the Tavern. Rumil had never be one to like speeding time around people, or the type to want to stay in a place where he had been told had been the one that let Cormry fall. No, his friend had, had his heart broken here. He had his mind twisted to the point that it had almost broken. One small push from someone at the right time would have sent him falling into a mass of madness.

Why Rumil want to stay in a place like that he had no idea. But then Dirren guessed their had to be a few good memories tossed around with the bad. For a second Dirren felt an old to furmiller pulled to the half elf sitting a crossed from him. How much he had change from the first time Dirren had might him. "We could do that, find a room or something." He said brushing the tip of his boot against Rumils hand.

Rumil leaned back against his own chair picking at the shoe lace on Dirren shoe. It was wet to. Rumil remind himself that it was better not to know how his shoes had gotten wet. Better not to know where he had wonder off to, and better not know what kind of problems he had found. "Something?" Rumil asked him. "Would the stable be more fitting for you?"

Dirren laughed knowing damned will that Rumil was picking on him once again. It seemed they did that a lot, back and forth. But he knew there was no more Layla person then him. Dirren only wished he could be the same. While he would always have Rumils back in a fight, or at any other time that the half-elf would need him. That was about as far as it would ever go. Rumil knew that and it still amazed him that he escaped that part of him. There wasn't many any where that would. "I think we could skip that for tonight. But only for tonight." He girned.

Rumil girned as will, as that tavern maid bright over anther battle of elven wine for them. He thanked her and then sat forward puring each of them a glass full of it. He glanced around the Tavern, not seeing any of the faces of long ago, any that he knew. He wondered where they had all gotten themselves off to.


  • Rumil Daeton,
    Lost Ranger Of Cormyr
    Forgotten King Of Cormyr Before The Great War,

    Not all those who wander are lost;
    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
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