Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2020 12:17:18 GMT -5
Weeks had soon turned into years and then decades. There was still no word from Sonny's master. Eventually, the rest of his comrades had given up hope on their lord's return and turned their backs on him. Sonny was all that remained. Most had given in to their natural greed, choosing to serve a new king who had quickly taken the place of the former after his disappearance in return for money. Honor was not a normal quality held by the Verminia race so that much was to be expected. Sonny understood the position of his brethren and their concerns for supporting their families but he couldn't bring himself to turn his back on the vow he had made. Securing the future of their race was indeed something they needed to consider but at what cost.
Sonny was always a loner so it didn't bother him so much. He had no family or friends to speak of. When he wasn't performing his duties, as usual, he would go out treasure-seeking as a means to support his existence. It wasn't an easy life by any means but it was enough for him to get by. There were many times he failed to secure any decent relics he could sell on the black market. In times like that, he would resort to thievery like any other would-be miscreant. Either way, he managed to get by just fine. The other could have done the same, easy enough.
In recent years a growing concern had lingered in the back of Sonny's mind. Being alone was fine and all but unlike the Changeling's he wouldn't live forever. Eventually, he would grow too feeble and old to carry out his duty or even continue living on the edge of society as he had. A solution to this was something he had to consider.
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Sonny was always a loner so it didn't bother him so much. He had no family or friends to speak of. When he wasn't performing his duties, as usual, he would go out treasure-seeking as a means to support his existence. It wasn't an easy life by any means but it was enough for him to get by. There were many times he failed to secure any decent relics he could sell on the black market. In times like that, he would resort to thievery like any other would-be miscreant. Either way, he managed to get by just fine. The other could have done the same, easy enough.
In recent years a growing concern had lingered in the back of Sonny's mind. Being alone was fine and all but unlike the Changeling's he wouldn't live forever. Eventually, he would grow too feeble and old to carry out his duty or even continue living on the edge of society as he had. A solution to this was something he had to consider.
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