These Scars remind me [OPEN]

[Silvine Vilani]

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[atrb=style, background: #9AB6EA; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.9][style=height: 375px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: FFFFFF] Silvine had learned the terrain well and took note that monsters were mostly nocturnal. Though it was dangerous, he had set out, alone, to landscapes unknown. His hunch had paid off; he was not attacked or he had seen monsters and nimbly dodged their line of sight, keeping to the winds to mask his scent. Yes, even Nature wasn't spared from Silvine's vast array of knowledge. However, the sun was beginning to set as Silvine was nearing Obel Lake. He decided that the rest was greatly needed; he had set out at dawn, after all. He had taken with him small rations for his small and fragile body only required the smallest amounts of food, but made sure they were only berries and fresh herbs for cooking may attract carnivorous monsters - ones who, most likely, would find Silvine to be a meal. After eating what little he had, he had decided that a bath was in order as well as gathering of more rations; he couldn't live off of what was currently in his stomach for long. But his journey was meant for Esthar, the broken place. Only whispers now, but fearful ones had told him a powerful deity and its servant had crushed the once life-filled Esthar. He wished to investigate for it was, after all, the closing of the War. Here, he may find clues of how to restart the war or, perhaps, start a new one. For now, the bath was much needed. Setting his pack down, Silvine scanned the area fairly carefully. He wasn't at all shameful of his body; he merely liked the peace and would prefer not to be interrupted. Satisfied that if any living creature was far from his location, he began to take his robes off. After his bath, he'll be sure to wash the said robes; he had a new set of clothes, after all. After his robe was removed and neatly folded, all he had on left were some simple, black slacks, and a white tee. It proved that, under the many folds of his robes, he was fairly frail and fair. However, despite the pristine body, a single scar marred the image, coming from the top of his shoulder to half way across his chest. It had healed long ago, years ago, yet Silvine still touched it tenderly when he removed the said t-shirt, as if it still pained him. Whatever God people believed in, it was they who had saved him that day. When the War had began, Silvine was the tactician in charge, wanting to gain experience within the battle field. He also had a mentor of sorts to follow, to see his knowledge and experience, to be guided by him. It was maybe the fourth or fifth battle into the fight when things had grown...violent. It was a place, like here...the sun just setting itself over the horizon, as if struggling to remain visible, but the horizon was dragging it down. A beautiful lake that expanded over what seems like countless of miles would soon be a battleground. It was Silvine's first ambush he had experienced. It was well-executed, even to this day the plan would have been near flawless, but his mentor had recovered so quickly, so sharply, that Silvine, even now, couldn't have had the strength he did. Minor causalities was all that the group had suffered...yet rejoicing wouldn't come. His mentor had made a fatal mistake, which was assuming that the ambush was over. He was struck down, and everyone panicked. What could a group, whom relied so closely to the tactician, do when the tactician was dead? Silvine took over immediately, the first time he held confidence in what he did, and fought off the wave. It was stronger and the panicked soldiers left more dead (if they had only listened to him...) and very few remained. He quickly gathered them up and prepared for another ambush, which was the genius of Silvine. The last wave had come, at the expense of the little forces he had, and the scar on his shoulder. There was not enough men to defend the already cornered tactician (after all, they were fighting on the riverbank). It was then an axe had flown into where the scar now marred, causing both enemy and Silvine to fall into the water. It was the first, and the last time, Silvine had ever used a weapon. The weapon still was with him, hidden in the folds of his cloak (he never revealed he had a weapon on him). It took one well aimed blow to the heart and a twist from the dagger as the man fell next to him, his blood staining the waters of the once pristine lake. The wound took days to heal, but he was thankful that such a situation didn't cause him to die. His wits, his knowledge, and pure genius kept him alive that day...and luck. An inch to the side and the axe would have struck into his heart. The fingers slid from the scar of that day and went to remove the rest of his clothes as he placed them in a pile and he dipped himself within the water. ------- Dark brown pants were placed and the belt strapped. Finally, the last of his clothes where on. It was much lighter than what he was used to, yet it still said him. It was clothes he had received after spreading information around and it seemed to match some places of the area more than his other clothes. However, the sun was already gone from the horizon, so Silvine had to wash fairly quickly. He needed light, after all, to see what he was doing. So the articles of clothing that he had worn were washed. ------- Night had fallen and the packs were up in small trees, far from land dwelling monsters that might prowl. His clothes, hanging, were in another place of the trees as he himself was getting ready to join his clothes before the last of the sun's rays died. But he realized, a bit too quickly, that someone was possibly there. The tactician scanned the area warily. Hmm. Was he discovered? Or some something simply going to Obel lake? However, the tactician remained immobile, searching for any possibility that he was not alone before causing movement and be detected. If it were a monster, the movement and scent would have been caught; if it was a person, eye sight and movement. However, if he remained still, there was a small possibility anything that may have come near simply missed him. The possibility, however, was relatively low...if he was right. 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