Tales of a Wanderer

by Cure

Things used to be simple. There were Desians, and then Wanderers. There was good, and there was evil. Life was real, but that reality shattered. A reality and old way of life that is now recorded in the Tales of a Wanderer.

13. Interlude II

Interlude II

So, that's how we reached Palmacosta, the largest city in the world. We encountered many troubles, more then we should have, no thanks to Lloyd's child-like curiosity. Lloyd, poor Lloyd. He would get us in much more trouble then on. I don't blame him for it, for it always turned out all right in the end.

What came next was a much more serious outlook in the journey, more serious then birds, beasts, or even Lloyd's antics. What made it so serious?

Politics.

Specifically, the politics of Palmacosta. There we would unravel many things, things we were to later regret. Thrice in my life have I been forced to participate in politics. The first was sometime in my further youth, the second was in Palmacosta, and the third was even more disastrous then the first two encounters had been. Except the third hit close to home with some of our party members.

So, Palmacosta, largest city in the world. Before we arrived after that storm, it was the safest, a bastion of hope and strength amongst a dark, despairing world. There the adventure took its first nasty turn.

It all began with an old friend, and a group of impersonators he was traveling with.