Dalton the Sage

The Sage concepts

 In the city of Alleron, located along the northern coast, down in the city center amidst towering skyscrapers and historic buildings, there lies an average looking bookstore filled with un-average objects. The proprietor of this bookstore is a man in his early 30s, dressed in light grey pants and a dark grey undershirt. He is a man who can at best only sleep an hour a night. His mind runs faster than anyone he has ever met. The constant search of knowledge, knowledge of the world now and knowledge of the world as it was before the fall is the only thing that has kept his sanity. That and a love for recovering lost tomes from the wastes outside the CityStates that even the Knight Corps fear to enter. His exploits and vast collection have earned him the name "The Sage." His outward demeanor, however, renders this nickname as more of an insult. Though his mind works faster than most, his mouth rarely catches up. Coupled with his youthful appearance, even though he has been awake more hours than someone twice his age, most discount him as aloof and cocky. Those that have needed his help or traveled with him into the wastes know that he is anything but.

The rain as it does many nights beats down outside, the open sign hangs in the window. A knock on the glass raises Dalton the Sage from a tome titled "El de Dron Basilick of the Desert."

A familiar but unwanted face stared through the glass. Steward. A name passed down from generation to generation. The bloodline of the Stewards, forever bound to be the trusted advisor, chronicler, and manservant to The Last Eternal.

"If he only knew the truth behind his beloved Eternal and the danger he possed, he would be his jailer, instead of his butler." Dalton thought as he closed his book and rose from his leather chair.

Steward's hand pressed against the glass door seeing Dalton a smile of relief crossed his face. As he moved his hand toward the handle it slipped and the door swung open violently. The wind and rain poured into the store and Steward fell down into a heap at the doors entrance. Dalton rushed to his side rolling him over gently, Stewart was badly injured.

"Sorry, Dalton but we are out of options, a monster or maybe some kind of ghost is loose in the city park. We couldn't stop it."

"Tell me." Dalton said as he helped Steward to the couch.

"We were driving back through the city proper. Returning from the deep wastes. We had found an ancient weapon. To all accounts, it looked as if the weapon was inoperable, empty. We were wrong." Steward coughed as he talked. Dalton rushed to behind the counter and brought out his first aid kit. Along with some vials containing brightly colored healing elixirs.

Steward continued his story, "An entity made up of nothing but mist rose from the weapon. Nothing we did had any effect. The Eternal's weapons went straight through it as if nothing was there. It only became solid for an instant when it lashed out at us. Our vehicle was destroyed. The Eternal bade me to find you as he chased the creature into Monument Park."