Upon The Winds Of Dubiety
A series of skits about Esredes and his past, following the knochen from his first hours up until a few years before present time. With the aid of many others and his own internal will, Esredes strives down a path laid out in front of him, a path that one cannot tell whether it is natural or manmade.
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Impetus
As the evening began to sink across the horizon, his target finally came into sight. He descended into the cover of trees, landing on the edge of the faction's main headquarters. Cautiously, he approached it, and it was not long before he caught sight of a nearby knochen, who had likely spotted him as he descended.
Knochen: You there. What are you doing here? *He appears to be assessing him as he speaks.*
Esredes: *He hesitates a moment, as if he can't find the words in his mouth looking upon this intimidating knochen, before remembering what he wanted to say and straightening his posture, responding in his best confident voice,* I'm here to join the faction.
Knochen: Really? *He relaxes a little upon hearing that.* Where do you come from?
Esredes: From a tribe to the west living in a golden field. They tell stories of this faction and its accomplishments. I... would like to become a part of it.
Knochen: Sounds vaguely familiar. You ever encountered a human or anything before? Fought anything?
Esredes: ...No, I haven't.
Knochen: Sounds like you need to start from the bottom, then. All right, follow me.
Knochen: *He leads Esredes further into the base, where he begins to see more knochen, many with appearances he's never seen anything like before. Some glance at him, recognizing his lack of familiarity, others pay him no mind.*
Esredes: [So many knochen in one place... It's amazing. They must come from all sorts of places...]
Knochen: Over here. *He leads Esrey to a field amongst the trees, where knochen are mostly settled down and conversing.* This is where the trainees sleep. Follow them in the morning and you'll get started. Don't oversleep. *With that, he begins to depart*
Esredes: Thank you... *He's not sure if the knochen even hears that as he leaves. He turns his attention back to the knochen in front of him. Most seem preoccupied already, and he feels awkwardly out of place. Perhaps tomorrow he'll talk to them, but after flying all the way over here, he's too tired to produce the energy for an introductory conversation. Instead, he makes his way past the group and settles down into a sleeping position, lying there and relaxing until sleep overtakes him.*
Tomorrow was the day. The day it would all begin.
Upon The Winds of Dubiety
Part 2: Hypnagogia