Perhaps he should have not taken off by himself and stuck with a party instead. He was a brilliant person, but sometimes his not so positive traits seemed to get the better of him. Thus how he ended up on his way to Gaxus Lone Palace quite literally by himself. He was by no means some newbie that set off stubbornly by himself-- okay so perhaps he had been when he first came into the game. Yet that was before everything had changed, now he just wanted to explore it all. He didn't care if there was a quest or task attached to something or not, he just simply went off and did things as he wished. This was perhaps the first time he had decided to take upon something remotely in concern to something other than pure and utter curiosity.
Being alone of course would put a target on one's back, but he thought he would be fine for anything that might come his way. Except he wasn't going after rabbits or even bigger game-- bandits had set their sights on him and he wasn't quick enough to face off a group of them. This ended with a tossed away clump that was the silver haired elf. The sneaky shits had gotten a jump on him and ambushed him. It was almost as if they thought he held some greater importance than he did -- or perhaps they were desperate. Now should it be Camus' ego, he was someone who held great importance-- thus it was right to be a target. "No... they should know better than to target someone like me."
To say that Camus was sane... would be quite the lie. This would apply to him and his player. All because of a little stow away in his mind, it made Camus speak to himself as if someone would answer him. That someone did answer a lot of the time.. just not where anyone else could hear-- only Camus. "They will pay." That was when the seed had been planted. The silver haired elf fuming as he got up. "I know the leader, don't let them fool you-- they are the mastermind behind it all. Go after them." And thus Camus had the person who he believed was responsible for this ambush on him. Except little to his knowledge he had been played for a fool. Being sent towards another target.
Camus had been pointed in a general direction, told what this so called mastermind might look like. He could hear the sound of the wind blowing around him, and the almost beckoning of things that were a tad darker-- his hemomancy the cause of that. He didn't mind being around this place, if anything perhaps he liked this region the most of all those he had so much as brushed through. Now according to this tip of this master mind's route-- they should be coming through this area. He went to take his spot to watch, hidden amongst the rocky terrain. Crimson eyes watching and waiting. To him this person was the mastermind and he would stop at nothing to get back at his attackers-- no matter what.
@Devi
Being alone of course would put a target on one's back, but he thought he would be fine for anything that might come his way. Except he wasn't going after rabbits or even bigger game-- bandits had set their sights on him and he wasn't quick enough to face off a group of them. This ended with a tossed away clump that was the silver haired elf. The sneaky shits had gotten a jump on him and ambushed him. It was almost as if they thought he held some greater importance than he did -- or perhaps they were desperate. Now should it be Camus' ego, he was someone who held great importance-- thus it was right to be a target. "No... they should know better than to target someone like me."
To say that Camus was sane... would be quite the lie. This would apply to him and his player. All because of a little stow away in his mind, it made Camus speak to himself as if someone would answer him. That someone did answer a lot of the time.. just not where anyone else could hear-- only Camus. "They will pay." That was when the seed had been planted. The silver haired elf fuming as he got up. "I know the leader, don't let them fool you-- they are the mastermind behind it all. Go after them." And thus Camus had the person who he believed was responsible for this ambush on him. Except little to his knowledge he had been played for a fool. Being sent towards another target.
Camus had been pointed in a general direction, told what this so called mastermind might look like. He could hear the sound of the wind blowing around him, and the almost beckoning of things that were a tad darker-- his hemomancy the cause of that. He didn't mind being around this place, if anything perhaps he liked this region the most of all those he had so much as brushed through. Now according to this tip of this master mind's route-- they should be coming through this area. He went to take his spot to watch, hidden amongst the rocky terrain. Crimson eyes watching and waiting. To him this person was the mastermind and he would stop at nothing to get back at his attackers-- no matter what.
@Devi
