Post by Tristan Pendragon on Nov 24, 2010 23:17:00 GMT -5
It'd been about two or so years now since the dashing gentleman known as Tristan Pendragon was last in Spain. Even then, the wizard was only around while donning the mantle of his heroic alter ego, Exvind. A lot had happened since he last visited this part of the world. For one, his beloved WAND GUN, which he'd constructed with Talon's help at the end of the Shadow War, had finally come apart. He'd had to visit three different wandmakers to see if he could salvage the actual wand inside. Fortunately for him, he could, but all three wandmakers told him that the idea, while awesome, was completely and utterly impractical.
But none of them had ever charged across the land like a Knight Errant, saving the innocent and punishing the sinful in the name of God's justice! So who were they to say whether the pious Exvind, Soldier of the Lord, was righteous enough to wield a WAND GUN! Still, he stuck to their advice and decided not to do anything further to it.
For two, his beloved parents, from whom he had discreetly run away from at age 17 to travel Europe with Talon and the man who'd later become Fenris Fenrir, finally found out he was alive and running around with a secret identity. Needless to say, they weren't very pleased. Owls assaulted him daily, and finally he was cornered and brought back to his family's estate in England. Being the only male of his generation in the Pendragon family, it had been his responsibility to take up his place as head of the clan come his father's death. It had been that constant grooming, education, and absolute lack of adventure that had caused him to run away in the first place.
And now, with his father getting on in years, the family pressured him to stop playing games and come be responsible. They wanted him to find a wife, settle down, have children, and focus on Ministry politics like a man. To make a long story short, Tristan and Dad got in a row, and at some point or another Aunt Morticia, the mother of his cousin, Morgan, who was the only member of the family who had been aware of his being alive, remarked about how said cousin had been disowned.
And Tristan wasn't very happy about that.
Just as quickly as he had arrived, Tristan told the whole family off and headed straight to Spain. Sure, Morgan was old enough to take care of herself now, but she was only just out of school! The wizarding world was terribly dangerous, the whole reason magical families stuck together so tightly in the first place was because having people close to you was necessary in such a world. He needed to know she was alright.
'Damn, Aunt Morticia,' thought Tristan as he stood outside of the shop known as 'Spell Bound,' 'If she wasn't family...she's the kind of villain PIOUS EXVIND would punish, that's for sure.' He'd heard that this place was 'co-run' by a Morgan Pendragon, whom Tristan assumed was his cousin. At least, he hoped as much. The wizard stepped inside, looking around. He stepped up to the counter, hoping that the owner, or helper, or just about anybody would come up to speak with him.
But none of them had ever charged across the land like a Knight Errant, saving the innocent and punishing the sinful in the name of God's justice! So who were they to say whether the pious Exvind, Soldier of the Lord, was righteous enough to wield a WAND GUN! Still, he stuck to their advice and decided not to do anything further to it.
For two, his beloved parents, from whom he had discreetly run away from at age 17 to travel Europe with Talon and the man who'd later become Fenris Fenrir, finally found out he was alive and running around with a secret identity. Needless to say, they weren't very pleased. Owls assaulted him daily, and finally he was cornered and brought back to his family's estate in England. Being the only male of his generation in the Pendragon family, it had been his responsibility to take up his place as head of the clan come his father's death. It had been that constant grooming, education, and absolute lack of adventure that had caused him to run away in the first place.
And now, with his father getting on in years, the family pressured him to stop playing games and come be responsible. They wanted him to find a wife, settle down, have children, and focus on Ministry politics like a man. To make a long story short, Tristan and Dad got in a row, and at some point or another Aunt Morticia, the mother of his cousin, Morgan, who was the only member of the family who had been aware of his being alive, remarked about how said cousin had been disowned.
And Tristan wasn't very happy about that.
Just as quickly as he had arrived, Tristan told the whole family off and headed straight to Spain. Sure, Morgan was old enough to take care of herself now, but she was only just out of school! The wizarding world was terribly dangerous, the whole reason magical families stuck together so tightly in the first place was because having people close to you was necessary in such a world. He needed to know she was alright.
'Damn, Aunt Morticia,' thought Tristan as he stood outside of the shop known as 'Spell Bound,' 'If she wasn't family...she's the kind of villain PIOUS EXVIND would punish, that's for sure.' He'd heard that this place was 'co-run' by a Morgan Pendragon, whom Tristan assumed was his cousin. At least, he hoped as much. The wizard stepped inside, looking around. He stepped up to the counter, hoping that the owner, or helper, or just about anybody would come up to speak with him.