Trek to Aeloropolas

The sun broke cold
Thought the whistling winds
Another day begun

His grey leather cloak was old
That wrapped him-self in against the harsh winds
Soon it would be time to run

From the Dazeroth and his wyvern steed
To hide in a cryptic land
Far from home and friends

The mission he partook was one of great need
As well of one of great demand
This time the means justified the ends

He grabbed his gear
And quietly snuck
Behind a low rocky ridge

The quelled his fear
And trusted to luck
And ran to the other side of a bridge

Soon he’d be in the city
Where he could hide himself for awhile
And perhaps find himself a drink and a friend

He heard the place was pretty
He though with a smile
But for now he had Dazeroth to attend

He hid himself again
In the thick bushes that ran on the other side of road
And took an animal trail

He didn’t know when
This ordeal would be done or how much longer he could carry the load
All he knew is that he could not fail

The sun was getting higher now
But the cold wind still blew
At least the noise of the wind would obscure his movements and his scent

He moved as quickly as conditions would allow
Above Dazeroth and his wyvern flew
Quickly and almost quietly, through the animal trail he went.

For many hours he played duck and weave
Trying to stay out of sight
Till he spied the city, with windows alight

Soon he would take his leave
And he would sleep in a bed if only a night
Things would seem almost alright

A wailing shriek from above startled him out of his day dream
And he saw the giant wings flap not too far above him
The sick smell of wyvern nearly made him heave

Then another great shriek as he heard Dazeroth scream
Things looked very grim
Another shriek and the wyvern took off; it was all too much to believe

In the distance a cow ran for its life
To be picked-up by the wyvern in claw
And they circled off to feed for the day

He put back his knife
Still filled with awe
That Dazeroth and the wyvern had gone away

He quickly made his way to the city gate
The guards were shook as well
A black rider on a wyvern is something that fills even the mightiest of men with fear

Although it was getting late
They let him in then bid him farewell
It was time for him to disappear

In the city of Aeloropolas
It was as easily said as done
A few easy coins
And you could be anyone