Posted January 23, 2013
Assay? I am in. I didn't make it any more violent (it should have been!) because I have no idea of the age group this forum has. And btw non-native speaker of the language here.
"In an age long past, there was a man on a quest. As he walked down the dirt ridden paths of his old town, he began to wonder why he was back. He had nobody left in the pitiful small town; his wife was gone, killed by a marauding orc band nearly ten years past, everybody he knew was either dead from the plague or fighting in the endless wars of the wizards. This province was under the rule of a paladin, just a wizened old warrior, self-entitled Defender of Hope. What hope he defended was a question better left for the sages. All in all this place was… pitiful. It was a wonder people still lived here. Almost no reason to be here, almost…
The man was a ranger, one of those folk who wandered the forests talking to the animals, wearing green and all. Villagers wherever they may be always have a tendency to be weary of stranger’s especially wierd folk who lived in the wilds and took it up on themselves to protect it from decent folk like the villagers themselves. But that was not what drew the stares of everybody to the man. There was a snow white bear walking like a dog, no more like a… hellhound, next to him. If the stares the man threw around was not cause for concern than the growling giant of a bear certainly was.
The tavern, Quest’s End, was almost empty, maybe that was the reason the tavern keep turned major was waiting for the man in front of the door, or maybe somebody had run ahead and told him of the stranger’s coming. The major lifted his hand in greeting and was just about to say something, when his head fell down on the floor.
The stranger just turned around and started walking back the way he came. He began to wonder if all other towns in the province will look the same. He began to hum a wild tune, that seemed to be sung by the wind itself."
"In an age long past, there was a man on a quest. As he walked down the dirt ridden paths of his old town, he began to wonder why he was back. He had nobody left in the pitiful small town; his wife was gone, killed by a marauding orc band nearly ten years past, everybody he knew was either dead from the plague or fighting in the endless wars of the wizards. This province was under the rule of a paladin, just a wizened old warrior, self-entitled Defender of Hope. What hope he defended was a question better left for the sages. All in all this place was… pitiful. It was a wonder people still lived here. Almost no reason to be here, almost…
The man was a ranger, one of those folk who wandered the forests talking to the animals, wearing green and all. Villagers wherever they may be always have a tendency to be weary of stranger’s especially wierd folk who lived in the wilds and took it up on themselves to protect it from decent folk like the villagers themselves. But that was not what drew the stares of everybody to the man. There was a snow white bear walking like a dog, no more like a… hellhound, next to him. If the stares the man threw around was not cause for concern than the growling giant of a bear certainly was.
The tavern, Quest’s End, was almost empty, maybe that was the reason the tavern keep turned major was waiting for the man in front of the door, or maybe somebody had run ahead and told him of the stranger’s coming. The major lifted his hand in greeting and was just about to say something, when his head fell down on the floor.
The stranger just turned around and started walking back the way he came. He began to wonder if all other towns in the province will look the same. He began to hum a wild tune, that seemed to be sung by the wind itself."
Post edited January 23, 2013 by zolansilverspear