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Chyatur Telemus · July 3, 2002, 04:54 PM

Chyatur smiled to himself for a moment. Quite the luckly little find...but why? This little compartment had seemingly no purpose, and now that he had satiated his need to see what was inside, it was time to determine this strange little compartment's secret. First of course was to check the box. Carefully removing the dagger and it's cloth covering, he placed them on the desk and looked through the box.

Finding anything or not, the next step of course was to check the compartment. If this was something left behind by his father then it would be put back right where it was. Klemmar Telemus...both fleet of foot and mind...yet his heart was never quite in the right place. He had considered himself above his wild bretheren, and this household was an object of just that belief. When Chyatur had been a youth, his father had been a harsh master. His school of thought was that being hard upon a child created a stronger adult.

Klemmar though...he thought it was wise to send the youth away. Spending all his youth in the academy, Chyatur rarely, if ever, visited his home. One such visit had been the yule festival almost a year and a hlaf ago...he came home to the scene of his mother, the victim of a dorin aggressor and would be rapist. With his father nowhere to be found, Chyatur fought off the attacker, recieving his three scars as a prize.

His mother had been killed...a dagger through the heart, and his father had been nowhere to help, off buried in his books as always...a dagger through the heart...a...no!

This couldn't be the same dagger could it?????

July 3, 2002, 04:54 PM	#9 (permalink)
Chyatur Telemus Citizen Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Aelyria Prime Posts: 41	Chyatur smiled to himself for a moment. Quite the luckly little find...but why? This little compartment had seemingly no purpose, and now that he had satiated his need to see what was inside, it was time to determine this strange little compartment's secret. First of course was to check the box. Carefully removing the dagger and it's cloth covering, he placed them on the desk and looked through the box. Finding anything or not, the next step of course was to check the compartment. If this was something left behind by his father then it would be put back right where it was. Klemmar Telemus...both fleet of foot and mind...yet his heart was never quite in the right place. He had considered himself above his wild bretheren, and this household was an object of just that belief. When Chyatur had been a youth, his father had been a harsh master. His school of thought was that being hard upon a child created a stronger adult. Klemmar though...he thought it was wise to send the youth away. Spending all his youth in the academy, Chyatur rarely, if ever, visited his home. One such visit had been the yule festival almost a year and a hlaf ago...he came home to the scene of his mother, the victim of a dorin aggressor and would be rapist. With his father nowhere to be found, Chyatur fought off the attacker, recieving his three scars as a prize. His mother had been killed...a dagger through the heart, and his father had been nowhere to help, off buried in his books as always...a dagger through the heart...a...no! This couldn't be the same dagger could it????? __________________ The scars of time heal far slower than the scars left from a claw. As one fades away, it is replaced with the other. The cycle continues...