Rea Family/Dominic/Lost

Roleplay from Dominic Rea

Dominic had been shunted place to place for days on end. By the end of the first night, he had bruises up and down his body from all the horses, carts, and even what he thought might have been some large land-walking bird once. Over the next several days, the once-general found himself completely directionless, the only reality the inside of a burlap sack, gnawing hunger, and the occasional water tossed over his head. Finally, he was dragged out of what he thought might have been an actual hay cart, and after a few dozen steps, the sack was pulled off of his head, a man's face staring him down. The man was about as non-descript as can be, brown shirt, brown pants, dark boots, brown hair and brown eyes. Dominic quietly wondered how someone could even have such a flat face. He was on his knees, in what looked like.....a barn stall? "Where are we?" His voice cracked, disuse and inadequate water supply making itself known. A horse nickered, and the flat man blinked, and smiled, before tossing a plate of....something mushy at Dominic's knees. The man turned, quickly making his way out of the stall, and slamming the door behind him. With a sigh, Dominic stuck a finger into the mush, and smelled it for a moment. Some sort of gruel, perhaps? At least it was luke warm. He fell on the food, the hunger from the last few days taking all of his attention. Once the food was gone, Dominic began to search for escape. The walls were made of boards thicker then a man's thumb twice over, and the front of the stall, while it did have iron bars that afforded an excellent view of the stall across the aisle, they were also sturdy well past Dominic's abilities without tools. The door itself had a large lock and was set in a heavy metal track. Dominic paced for a while, but ultimately, the stall was an effective cell, if a bit unorthodox. In a huff, he sat in the far corner, and waited for a chance to escape. Weeks and months passed, each the same as the last. The flat looking man would bring him food and water twice a day, but otherwise Dominic was left to his own devices. When the first winter came, he was tossed a thick blanket one freezing morning. Even with the blanket, winter was cold, and long. But even old man winter gives to spring eventually, and one spring morning, the flat man came for that blanket. The first winter, and the second, the man took that blanket...........but at the end of the third winter, Dominic took his chance. He tossed the blanket at the man and got around him fast enough to bring a fist on the back of his head. The man fell like a ton of bricks, and Dominic was free. Free, but lost. The outside of the barn was a small farm surrounded by woodland, with no indication of which way was north, let alone a settlement. He melted into the forest quickly, taking only the blanket, and both his sword, and a set of bow and arrows he'd found propped up next to each other near the entrance of the barn. Idly, he wondered why the man had kept Dominic's sword all this time. It would have fetched the man a good price at any market..... Thankfully, after less then a day of walking, he'd come across a small lake. Water and fish were plenty, and he got plenty of practice with the bow. He spent a week there, just trying to learn to use the peasant weapon and getting himself some survival necessities(such as poorly crafting a waterskin), before moving on. Many, many months passed, lost in the wilderness. Seasons changed several times, many cycles went by. Everything from wolves to a group of brigands had tried to kill him, but he came through, many times by the skin of his teeth. The group of brigands finally saw him acquire both a rough map and some ill fitting armor. Finally, years after he'd been kidnapped, he could find his brother.

Dominic Rea