Returning his gaze to the fire his thoughts drift. How many times had he tread the paths from Baldurs Gate to Beregost wearing that same mantle. Names and faces drift at the edge of his memory...Juston Crownsilver..Amber Rose...Valek Sunborn. There were others but time had stolen their names from him.
Absently his hand brushed over the journal on his knee. It was his old chapbook from his days as a Sergeant in the Flaming Fists. In it he had kept details of his patrols so that he could submit reports to his Watch Officer. It was rather thick and contained many accounts of battles and details of events that had occurred along the Coastway. Figuring prominitely among its pages was a detailed account of a small war with the Iron Throne.
(This link is to the journal I kept on the old forums)
http://theswordcoast.proboards.com/inde ... thread=148
He had found his wife Skye and his two boys Koragon and Marcus. She had remarried, the Baron had seen to it she was taken care of. His boys had grown into fine young men squired to Knights in the Baron's service. He knew there was no place in their world for him now. They thought him dead, perishing a hero in the rear guard as the Keep fell. Better to let them keep that memory.
Glancing again over towards the bridge Lucian watched the Flaming Fist soldiers for a few moments. Reaching up with his left hand his fingers traced the outline of a brand upon his left cheek. The Mark... it was still there as it would always be, to remind him and anyone who saw it of his failure.
His journal landed in the fire with a small thud, sparks dancing and spiraling up into the moonlight. He watched stoically as the flames devoured the tome hungrily. His heart was empty. All that he had cared for had been stripped away.
As silent as a wraith another slipped into the firelight. Glancing up Lucian saw that it was Eol Ted'wa. The exchanged nods as the other took a seat. Lucian had met Eol on the way South from Waterdeep. They struck a tentative friendship at first out of necessity and grew comfortable with one another as the days wore on. Eol was a good sort, though he tended to put people off. Elves...
Lucian glanced up at the stars for a moment...morning would be coming all to soon. In the distance he could see Baldurs Gate in all her splendor. As he drifted off to sleep he couldn't help but wonder what the future held in store now that his past was well and truly dead.
(OOC I played this character back in 2008, he's returned to the Baldurs Gate area to live out the rest of his days. He left the Fist's back then to pursue a lead he had gotten on his family. I've read the forums a bit and won't be seeking to rejoin. Looking forward to meeting everyone, had a great time tonight already. So much has changed!
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