07-15-2018, 03:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-18-2018, 02:48 PM by Soldier 75.)
Eric Everstorm walked through the dusty hallway littered haphazardly with items, clutching a forgotten photograph and pondering forgotten things of his own. His loping strides led him back to the living room as turmoil brewed within his mind. Bolero spotted him and walked over as Eric beckoned.
“Jams, there is something of importance I must attend to back at the tavern. Tell Michael I succeeded in my task, and that I discovered this within the rats’ nest.”
Eric handed the picture the surprised Jams, and without waiting for a response, the mage hurried out the door, heading towards the tavern.
Anyone who might enter the tavern later would have noticed a note, a yellowing piece of parchment ripped from a book, attached to the doorframe. If they chose to examine it, they would find a flowing script that read thus:
Dear Jams,
I want, no, I NEED answers. I was confused when I first stepped foot within this realm, and I sought anyone that might be of assistance. You have been a surprising companion, a kid of high character and adventure. From defeating a giant rock creature, to fetching paper from a clan of ninjas, I have gretly enjoyed your companionship. However, your goals do not align with mine. I have no recollection of my past, and there is every possibility that there is no way of learning of it. However, this task does not phase me. I am ready to search everywhere, under every rock and in every verse, to discover who I was, nay, who I am. I must depart upon this journey alone, but I wish you the best of luck in all your aspirations.
Your Friend,
Eric Everstorm
“Jams, there is something of importance I must attend to back at the tavern. Tell Michael I succeeded in my task, and that I discovered this within the rats’ nest.”
Eric handed the picture the surprised Jams, and without waiting for a response, the mage hurried out the door, heading towards the tavern.
Anyone who might enter the tavern later would have noticed a note, a yellowing piece of parchment ripped from a book, attached to the doorframe. If they chose to examine it, they would find a flowing script that read thus:
Dear Jams,
I want, no, I NEED answers. I was confused when I first stepped foot within this realm, and I sought anyone that might be of assistance. You have been a surprising companion, a kid of high character and adventure. From defeating a giant rock creature, to fetching paper from a clan of ninjas, I have gretly enjoyed your companionship. However, your goals do not align with mine. I have no recollection of my past, and there is every possibility that there is no way of learning of it. However, this task does not phase me. I am ready to search everywhere, under every rock and in every verse, to discover who I was, nay, who I am. I must depart upon this journey alone, but I wish you the best of luck in all your aspirations.
Your Friend,
Eric Everstorm
Quote:This is likely the last post I will ever create with Eric Everstorm. He has been a fun character to get me started within the Omniverse, but ultimately, I gave him almost no room for development and characterization that I believe I would enjoy. It will likely take me a bit (not too long, probably max a few weeks) to get my alternate up and running, who will become my main, and only active Prime within the Omniverse. Thank you to all who I have met and interacted with throughout this journey, especially you, Jams. <3 I would not have had the courage and drive to continue writing without you. I’ll still be on the forums, soon under a new name. As Arnold Schwarzenegger put it: “I’ll be back.”
Avatar courtesy of Jade Harley.