Exiled Family/Widfara/Back to Reality

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A subdued procession carrying a coffin was proceeding south. It had landed in Fontan city, and then they were marching east to go south, to deliver the corpse to his family.

Widfara, though, had other plans.

Lying in his coma, he had visited the light, and seen Tor once again. he could remeber the conversation well...

"Well, Widfara, that was a stupid idea, wasn't it?" Tor had said.

"Well yeah. but that guy had a 150 gold bounty on his head. And he pissed me off. What did you expect me to do, be nice and refuse his challenge?"

"Duh, of course not. but I didn't expect to see you so soon."

"Well, I didn't intend to go so soon either!"

"Looks like we agree on something. You're a smart guy, most of the time." Tor had paused. "Want to go back?"

"What!?!"

"I asked you a simple question Widfara. "Prophet's" of mine get a lot of special bonuses, you know."

"Well sure.. but wouldn't I be rotted a bit by now? And besides, I don't know how I could let the others know."

"Don't worry about this... they will recieve the messages... now go..."

Widfara had felt himself falling back down and into his body... and then all was dark again. And god how it stank.

"Oh, not again..."

The procession had stopped, and were talking uneasily amng themselves. one of the coffin bearers had sworn he could hear something in there.

Widfara became more and more angry... and then with a yell of rage at his imprisonment he punched the darness in front of his face... and it shattered easily.

"At last! HAHA! I swore I would scratch and crawl my way back into the living... and I have DONE IT!"

The procession broke up into chaos, most abandoning the coffin and running far away in mass panic. Widfara got up out of his recent prison, and smashed up the rest of it.

"NEVER AGAIN! God that thing smells bad."

He turned and saw the vanguard of the procession staring transfixed at him as if they could not believe what they saw. When they saw Widfara looking at them the bowed in awe at the prophet.

"Oh get up you lot. You can be my unit for now. You all have equipment? Good."

Widfara grabbed a map abandoned by the procession and studied it. then he threw back his head, and began to laugh, almost maniacally.

"Oh my god, Fontan! This is just priceless. Well, send word to the nobles of Fontan that Widfara Exiled is here, and intends to stay."

Widfara (Noble)