There was a certain amount of contentment to be gained from being kissed by the sun, and gently swept in the warmth of the breeze, surrounded by nature in its glory. By the truth spirits of his Goddesses. But even these comforts could last only so long... our young Hero's heart was heavy.
His luck was at the pinnicle of bad. Event after event seemed to continuously drag him through the mud. And it all started with a single moment of letting his guard down. With Samson being kidnapped.
A frown had engraved itself on is lips, and he quietly sauntered along the riverbed. All signs had led him to believe the cold trail that he was following, was leading to the Capital of Connlaoth, Reajh. Which might spiral off into a thousand different directions.
All he wanted was a chance to find Sammy, for his Goddesses to grant their supposed Champion with a little bit of assistance. But perhaps this too was one of their tests. Asking him to be willing to leave all attachments, to commit to the act of being their sword. The thought sent a frightening chill down Tobias' spine, he had already given up so much for his sacred duty. He had always been willing to give up more... but not Samson.
Samson was the only family Toby had. Samson was there, when even Sarah had to be given up. And now, he had heard word she was to be wed... and that she might even have been carrying the man's child! Pointy-ears twitched, and the frown seemed to increase... unfitting for such a handsome young face.
Dark blue eyes were filled with contained sorrow, made intense by a warriors focus. They were eyes of a person for whom killing was an everyday part of life, no matter how troubling it was for him. Eyes that sang volumes of the trouble it was to be considered an enemy. On the wrong side of his Goddesses' Crusade against the dark.
For the better part of seven, going on eight years, he had been on his Crusade, traveling across the world to right the wrongs Kier had committed, to find the man, and dispatch of him. Duties that Tobias was now sorely neglecting, trying to find Samson. But the trail had grown cold do to his inability to not get involved for those who couldn't defend themselves.
And the longer he delayed, the more he seemed to lose. His father's sword and shield. His mothers gauntlets. The horde of items he had collected over the years, that had granted him one ability or another, now forever lost. Yet they were small losses compared to losing Sammy.
Blond hair spilled wildly around his head, caught in the wind, which seemed to flow in the same direction as the river. Down wind, keen senses caught something familiar. "Oh.." Was all the lean, half-elf said as he broke into a sprint. He was weaponless. But he doubted his enemy was. He highly doubted it.
Tobias' ears twitched, caught trying to ignore the river, and yet trying to focus on what was coming his way...
((Sucks i know, but still trying to get back into Rping my champ)0