Post by Percival Vizharen on Feb 11, 2010 20:52:41 GMT -6
Weeks had passed since that fateful mission off the piers of Turas Lan. The thoughts of Eve's betrayal, the last moments of her life, and the break to unconsciousness for Percival had been at the fore of his mind for every waking hour. It was a cancer that clawed at his brain. His injuries were substantial, his mentality questionable with all things considered. The fact he had survived the night in the water, the cold, and the injuries was a feat that was worthy of commendation, yet service in the nature he made meant such things were rudimentary, and passed without much notice. It happened, but yet nothing happened.
During this time of thought, Percival had returned to an old training regiment that kept his body challenged. A series of wooden obstacles that required upper, lower, and limb strength training was constantly negotiated with pained grunts and many failures.
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His obstacle training had paid off, a type of therapy that returned him to the old shape he used to be in. Now he resided in his office, writing a letter to Claramae.
"Gone to handle the loose end of my last assignment. I do not know when I will return. I have a list of dossiers on people I am looking to recruit and handle this. You will see me again.
Until then.
With Confidence
Percival Vizharen,
Master"
He was gone by the time any of them found the letter.
During this time of thought, Percival had returned to an old training regiment that kept his body challenged. A series of wooden obstacles that required upper, lower, and limb strength training was constantly negotiated with pained grunts and many failures.
---
His obstacle training had paid off, a type of therapy that returned him to the old shape he used to be in. Now he resided in his office, writing a letter to Claramae.
"Gone to handle the loose end of my last assignment. I do not know when I will return. I have a list of dossiers on people I am looking to recruit and handle this. You will see me again.
Until then.
With Confidence
Percival Vizharen,
Master"
He was gone by the time any of them found the letter.