Post by no1fear on Jun 9, 2012 4:56:57 GMT -5
Zinone sat by a still lake in mid winter, the air was chilly, there was not a movement except for the soft lapping of the water at the gnarled roots of a tall pine tree.
Zinone had spent the last couple of nights at the base of a tree lost in thought about his job. The problem was, he had no job and he planned to join a guild. But how would a guild accept him if he had no experience?
"i wish i had some iron to smith or some demons to kill...or even just a house to build" he stood up and looked towards where the other side of the lake was.
he couldnt see the other side but he knew there was something, or someone watching him.
he saw a movement through the fog and the slightest ripples slowly slid across the water towards him.
he decided to go and see if there were any tracks.
he searched around in the fog for a while before finding what he was looking for, a lever, he flicked it up and his weapons slid down the tree and dropped onto the ground with a harsh *CLANG*.
he took his time to put his wet and sagging armor on, slipped his sword into his belt and started off around the edge of the lake.
his armor clinked slightly with every movement, his mother had given him the armor when he left home, she had said "this will come in handy some time in your long life. go to your cousin Merrians house"
even though it still held together it was dented and punctured in several places and made noise whenever he moved.
but even that little sounds was enough to frighten away whatever had been there. by the time he got there all there was was a few boot marks in the snow.
he crouched down and tried to see what type of boots they were. No hope. as soon as he knelt down there was a crack and he was on the floor with his face in the snow.
when he woke he was gagged
and couldn't feel his hands, though his legs and feet weren't tied. He stood up and followed a corridor that lead off to the right and at a slight incline.
he came around a corner and was faced with the glare of sunlight, he was in a small hut dug into the bottom of a cliff. the walls were wooden, probably pine stripped from the forest. the floor was a simple mix of stone and wood squares checkered across the small area. there was a fire place glowing with last nights coals and smoke rising into the plain stone chimney. the door opened into a yard and he could see the edge of a garden just outside.
he could here a *click click click* outside of stone against stone. intrigued he walked awkwardly to the door and peered outside into the bright light of morning.
in one corner of the yard there was an elderly man of indistinguishable race grinding grain by bashing it with a round stone against a block of stone that was neatly carved with images of pine trees.
"get it off me" he tried to say, but it cam out more like this "gerrof mm"
"the man turned around seeming pleasantly surprised "come here, i will explain."
"i cant wait to hear your explanation." he thought
he walked to the man and waited patiently while he undid the knot. then the old man took the cloth off, chucked it onto a nearby pole and sat down.
"i am Droan, this is my house and my farm. you awoke in my cellar, and i found you near the lake"
"FOUND" he exclaimed "you didn't find me, you knocked me out and gagged me"
"i know it might have been rather abrupt, but i didn't think you knew where you were."
Zinone's mouth hung open in exasperation. first this guy thought that it might have been 'rather abrupt' but now he was saying that Zinone didn't know the forest.
"OK" said the man "who are you and where are you from?"
Zinone calmed himself and said "i am Zinone, i stay in Larkwood with my cousin Merrian Heap. my mother got naughty with a Syccan inn keeper and had me"
the elderly man hung his head and said slowly.
"this is not what happened."
"what do you mean?¿" Zinone asked bewildered. surely the diary Merrian gave him on his arrival to Larkwood was true.
"I didnt know that you were still alive"
"i still don't understand" said Zinone, his head swimming with thoughts
"i knew your mother, she was Syccan and so was your father."
"Uh?" is all Zinone could say as Droan unrolled his own life before him.
Droan continued "your mother had you just before she died and gave you to her sister to foster. but she sent you to Merrian because she was a drunkard. and so you can see where that diary has gone wrong"
Zinone had spent the last couple of nights at the base of a tree lost in thought about his job. The problem was, he had no job and he planned to join a guild. But how would a guild accept him if he had no experience?
"i wish i had some iron to smith or some demons to kill...or even just a house to build" he stood up and looked towards where the other side of the lake was.
he couldnt see the other side but he knew there was something, or someone watching him.
he saw a movement through the fog and the slightest ripples slowly slid across the water towards him.
he decided to go and see if there were any tracks.
he searched around in the fog for a while before finding what he was looking for, a lever, he flicked it up and his weapons slid down the tree and dropped onto the ground with a harsh *CLANG*.
he took his time to put his wet and sagging armor on, slipped his sword into his belt and started off around the edge of the lake.
his armor clinked slightly with every movement, his mother had given him the armor when he left home, she had said "this will come in handy some time in your long life. go to your cousin Merrians house"
even though it still held together it was dented and punctured in several places and made noise whenever he moved.
but even that little sounds was enough to frighten away whatever had been there. by the time he got there all there was was a few boot marks in the snow.
he crouched down and tried to see what type of boots they were. No hope. as soon as he knelt down there was a crack and he was on the floor with his face in the snow.
when he woke he was gagged
and couldn't feel his hands, though his legs and feet weren't tied. He stood up and followed a corridor that lead off to the right and at a slight incline.he came around a corner and was faced with the glare of sunlight, he was in a small hut dug into the bottom of a cliff. the walls were wooden, probably pine stripped from the forest. the floor was a simple mix of stone and wood squares checkered across the small area. there was a fire place glowing with last nights coals and smoke rising into the plain stone chimney. the door opened into a yard and he could see the edge of a garden just outside.
he could here a *click click click* outside of stone against stone. intrigued he walked awkwardly to the door and peered outside into the bright light of morning.
in one corner of the yard there was an elderly man of indistinguishable race grinding grain by bashing it with a round stone against a block of stone that was neatly carved with images of pine trees.
"get it off me" he tried to say, but it cam out more like this "gerrof mm"
"the man turned around seeming pleasantly surprised "come here, i will explain."
"i cant wait to hear your explanation." he thought
he walked to the man and waited patiently while he undid the knot. then the old man took the cloth off, chucked it onto a nearby pole and sat down.
"i am Droan, this is my house and my farm. you awoke in my cellar, and i found you near the lake"
"FOUND" he exclaimed "you didn't find me, you knocked me out and gagged me"
"i know it might have been rather abrupt, but i didn't think you knew where you were."
Zinone's mouth hung open in exasperation. first this guy thought that it might have been 'rather abrupt' but now he was saying that Zinone didn't know the forest.
"OK" said the man "who are you and where are you from?"
Zinone calmed himself and said "i am Zinone, i stay in Larkwood with my cousin Merrian Heap. my mother got naughty with a Syccan inn keeper and had me"
the elderly man hung his head and said slowly.
"this is not what happened."
"what do you mean?¿" Zinone asked bewildered. surely the diary Merrian gave him on his arrival to Larkwood was true.
"I didnt know that you were still alive"
"i still don't understand" said Zinone, his head swimming with thoughts
"i knew your mother, she was Syccan and so was your father."
"Uh?" is all Zinone could say as Droan unrolled his own life before him.
Droan continued "your mother had you just before she died and gave you to her sister to foster. but she sent you to Merrian because she was a drunkard. and so you can see where that diary has gone wrong"