Serpentis Family/Yeux/Arriving
Yeux abandoned the ship, looking at the new world that waited for him. The people were very different, more robust. And the city was also completely different from Barad Falas, Tucha or Barad Gardor. The hero had left everything back and he dressed simple clothes. The only things that differentiated him of simple commoners were the heavy blue cape over the clothes and a buckle of gold. He had silver bracelets with beautiful reliefs of serpents and the great sword (a Spatha) rested in the hem. A "celtic" image. In the belt he had a small bag with some gold and wood images of his relatives and ancestral ones. In the ship he had gotten some food and some wine of terrible quality. His throat was dry as a desert.
The sailors said that they would travel to many ports, but Yeux decided to go down there. The same sailors said that he was in Donghaiwei, in Morek. It didn't mean a lot for Yeux in the first moment. The blue eyes observed the port seeking for a tavern. Anyone would serve. The hand was in the sword. He was a hero and the commoners recognized that. He was not so tall nor was so strong, but he struggled as a lion and the sword was fast as the bite of a serpent. He paid for wine, bread and cheese. He got a table, some paper, ink and a quill to write some letters. While he killed the thirst, Yeux began to write his "introduction letter". He thought for an instant that he could introduce himself as Duke of Tucha, but he went back to Falasan before getting the position. Then he was 'nobody', just Yeux Serpentis, a hero in search of asylum.
The letter seemed very sentimental, perhaps useless, but now he had already written. Yeux ate the bread and the cheese while he revised the letter aloud. He knew how to read and write. A prodigy. And when he began, he noticed that the sailors, vagabonds and commoners began to pay attention in what he said. And it went to that tavern mob, people of the port, for who Yeux introduce himself first. And see the shine in that common people's eyes always left him happy and satisfied. He was a hero... he lived of battles, victories, blood... and admiration. There was a clamor in that tavern and quickly a boy offered to take the letter of Yeux and to bring all the letters that eventually the hero received. And then Yeux began to be surprised with the amount of letters and of people that knew the name "Serpentis". He insisted on paying wine and food for some old sailors and crippled soldiers that amused him with histories of the city and of the sea while he read the letters. He didn't think that would have to decide the future so quickly.
A new life was beginning in that tavern...
Morek,
Very known is the name of my family, of men that had more luck than me. I know the Eyolf's, prominent children of the Serpentis Family. The youth Judge of Sirion, Erik Eyolf Serpentis, of who I heard little to speak. And the great Gregor Eyolf Serpentis, the oldest hero of my family. A man that would have conquered a whole world under the flag of Ikalak if the furious gods had not devoured the earth with the oceanic rage. The legends narrate that he is in Far East and found a good home for his family and prestige positions as Lord Gold and Senator of Abilotiel, in a small realm that the name I ignore.
But my history is not this history of victories and great positions.
My name is Yeux Serpentis, son of Arash Serpentis. I was born and grew up in Falasan (Atamara), under the flag of the White Rabbit. In Falasan I buried my older brother and my sister. Two heroes that died when I was still young and learning how to seize the sword. Sometimes I prayed at the Great Lake, in Elroth, where the serpent was fallen asleep, but I never went a religious man. My religion was always the sword and the enemy's blood. And I don't deny that a lot of times I woke up drunk in a tavern or between the legs of a beautiful woman. My life was simple and I served Falasan for much more time than my brother and sister. I saw many captains die and a lot of times my soldiers were decimated in the battlefields. I sought the death, but the death never wanted my spirit. I get old and tired...
My mother, a free spirit called Noreen Connolly, said when I was just a little boy that my name meant "The Eyes of the Serpent". That I should see the world... I doubt that some day I find peace for having entered in a ship when I was very drunk and very sad. Falasan is just a dream now. A good dream of an almost dead man.
I came to Morek seeking asylum. I offer my sword and my abilities. I am a hero. And a hero in search of the death should not be underestimated. I will try to forget Falasan when I know better the lands in that I struggle or through where I travel.
I served Kings and Queens, Dukes and Lords. And I am not completely unaware of my new responsibilities here. I will accept the visit of a Priest to preach for me and teach me about the Gods that govern this lands. Perhaps one day Morek gets to supplant my sadness. Perhaps I grow as my relatives grew in positions and responsibilities. Or perhaps I die as a drunk and tormented hero. In any way, I will struggle for Morek.
Sincerely,
Yeux Serpentis (Noble)
