18th day of Kalendryas in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum.
Walking the streets of Archadoon, a lone figure moves in and out of different places. Checking rubble, observing this and that. He is a half elf by his look, a patch over one eye and the other a cold gray. The man wares a uniform that is all too familiar these days, one of the Raven's Wing. On his right shoulder sits a raven. It's black feathered body blending in with the man's own long black hair.
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It was odd walking threw a city that no longer bore any resemblance to it's former self. Thought Vincent as he made his way over to yet another place of his memory. The city was gutted, removed, isolated from it's former glory. It chilled him to the bone to think it had only taken one fire to do this. Only one advent, to change the course of history for the this city. Yet, such was the same situation with Paxia, or Narim one day the city was a thriving impressive place, then suddenly bang...it no longer existed as anything but a shell. All of what it once was lost to history.
Yet, this felt different some how. Vincent himself had been too those other locations yet, he had always seen them after the fact. Never had he been enlightened as to what they had once held, once existed as. Achadoon on the other had, was personal. Vincent had done much here, helped defend this city twice. It was a sad, painful thing to see it in such a state now. It felt as though he had failed, in truth he had. Though, The half elf truly blieved, that the Raven's Wing could have done nothing had they been here. It still did not help to ease the feeling that, He should have tried to stop this, that he could have stopped this.
Walking over to yet another spot, Vincent absently reached up to scratch Shadow the raven, under the birds neck. It was odd that the raven too showed some of the same feelings the half elf now felt. The bird had once known this city as well as any man in the Raven's Wing. Now, Shadow looked lost, confused as too where he was. Yet, such tragedy's as this where also part of the process of change. Change was also necessary in life, and yet so many city's chose to stay the same. Why make rearrangement to a system that works. Even when such a new system would help in the long run. Then... suddenly..... a fire appears, death takes hold, and now the change is asked for, yelled for in the streets. The only item that remained now was if such change is for the better or for the worse.
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