A taste of home
07-28-2016, 07:28 PM
The man of honor was on the prowl. He was working outwards in a spiral around his shelter at the lake, each day going a little farther and exploring a new place. His quarry had changed over the last several seasons. He'd sought a traitor, and being unable to find him, sought women, and being unsatisfied with the temporary relief they offered, he now sought something else entirely. It was time to start over. Basileus was confident the brotherhood would rise again, but for that to happen he needed to fill the ranks. With that in mind he was on the lookout for a few good men. He knew what he should be looking for, but he wasn't sure if the difference in cultures should change his criteria any. Basileus paused beside a pillar of stone and lifted his nose to scent the breeze. He was nothing if not an opportunist. If he was going to see his plan to fruition there was a lot he needed to do. He needed to rub elbows with well to do people and grease the right wheels. The man foresaw a lot of work ahead. It wouldn't be easy to worm his way into the system, but he would. Once again he took off, weaving around massive rocks and crumbled foundations. To any observer it was quite clear that his head was in the clouds. Not once did he stumble, but his movements were a touch too mechanical for someone with their attention focused on the path ahead. |