Cycle One of The Month of Immanis,
in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate,
Era XV Post Fractum.
oOc Return thread, Lucian is looking for his old home, and friends. To attempt to obtain contact with his former mentor and guild master, Jar'lan of the Shadow Ravens.
The city had changed, that was a fact. But the degree was surprising to the Imperian. He had known this city well, even intimately, as it was needed for his survival. Buildings seemed to be repaired, and rebuilt in much the same way as they had in his memories. But there were changes, empty lots, razed buildings, fresh buildings where none stood before. It would take a while to get used to what had changed, and he did not truely know where to begin.
He wanted to find his old mentor, Jar'lan, and his knife shoppe, then visit the elf and dwarf at the Forge. Then maybe look to see if any other aquantances still hide in the shadows that was Imperia. First he would find his old home, or even the home that his brother had set up here. Lucian did not know how they had faired in his absence, perhaps there were some squaters living there. The trip had been a long one for the three companions, and a decent sleep would do them well. Perhaps they would just locate the home then spend the darkening in an Inn, to clean up and have a safe rest.
The candlemarks passed as Lucian led his two companions through the streets, till they finally found the district he made his own when he first found himself in Imperia. The alley ways were just as narrow, and dirty as before. Lucian looked over to gauge Ly'san'a's reaction, for she had proven her self to be a solid traveling companion during the trip. But he wondered how she would react when they found his home, and where it was located.
They finally came to a stop. This was where Lucian had began his life in Imperia, the story of Lucian DiVilli truely began at this spot. For he slept and trained here for an era before he set off to test his skills.