Faramond Donar
Faramond, after a late night of studying the recent demon activity, awoke to the sound of the very fabric of Tellus ripping. Or at least, that's what he thought when he jumped from his hotel bed and onto the hardwood floor. He didn't even skip a beat as he pulled on his boots, strapped on his belt and sword, swung his bow and arrow quiver over his shoulder and ran from the door. Quickly he grabbed his money pouch from his belt, sifted through the coins and removed the money he owed the hotel keep. He quickly dropped the money on the counter in front of the man and rushed out of the doors.
Faramond ran around the building toward the stables, trying his best to keep his bags on his shoulders. “Stable boy! Ready my horse!” he shouted as he ran into the stables. The boy startled at the loud, boisterous man running toward him. He quickly dropped what he was doing and grabbed Fair’s saddle and bridle. “Quickly boy, time is of the essence!”. While the boy saddled the horse, Fair bridled his gelding and readied the saddle bags.
The man swung into the saddle as soon as his horse was out of the stall. The stable boy rushed toward the stable doors and through them open just as Fair barreled through. He waved to the young, confused boy, and headed toward Caritus at a full gallop. People jumped out of the way as Fair and his horse galloped through the streets of Amo. The gates were luckily open and Fair was able to ride right on through. Once he was out of the gates and on the road to Caritus, Fair slowed his gelding to a steady trot. It was a four hour ride to Caritus and he did not want his horse to tire before then.
No smoke rose from Caritus city, odd, considering the volume of the boom that had come from it. Not long after Fair had set out on the road did he hear another rider approaching. He turned his head just in time to see a woman driving a cart while her horse galloped out in front. She looked to be just as intrigued by the sound as he was. However, if she continued at a gallop her mare would tire long before they reached the city.
With a sharp jab in his horse’s side, Fair urged the gelding forward into a gallop, standing in his stirrups to allow his horse the maximum amount of speed he could obtain. He quickly caught up with the mare and her driver and gave a dashing smile. “My lady!” Fair shouted as he began to pass her, “If you’re heading toward Caritus, you might want to slow down. It’s a four hour ride…you’ll tire your mare!”