DAMASCUS
he was like a storm,
Heeding his own advice, Damascus had taken once more to the skies and heights of the continent in search of the relic, the so-called sacred artifact from Tempus himself, for surely if a god was to drop something from the heavens it would land at the first place it was to fall or bounce down from the mountain tops. How something could actually remain intact after a spill like that was beyond him, though finding a broken relic was better than finding nothing (even if it was smashed to smithereens).
Dohv was in a foul mood today having had little sleep while the black colt pressed on his search for the relic, and when the boy wasn't searching or stuck within rabbit warrens he would sleep and snore louder than any thunder.
A group was soon spied upon the mountainside, one filled with figures he already knew save for one or two. Swooping neatly to meet the rock and slate, Damascus landed upon this mountain with much more grace than he had the last time he'd landed atop a mountain in front of Kaladin.
"Hallo" he bellowed to the search party.
Dohv was in a foul mood today having had little sleep while the black colt pressed on his search for the relic, and when the boy wasn't searching or stuck within rabbit warrens he would sleep and snore louder than any thunder.
A group was soon spied upon the mountainside, one filled with figures he already knew save for one or two. Swooping neatly to meet the rock and slate, Damascus landed upon this mountain with much more grace than he had the last time he'd landed atop a mountain in front of Kaladin.
"Hallo" he bellowed to the search party.
