Radar on :
That's good man. Please keep the story going. And I am glad to see that you are alive.
Monday, November 24. 2008It's a hard knock life... Recap
The first thing that my brain registers upon waking is always the scent of lilacs. Then reality returns, I really hate that part. I can hear the elderly elf woman, as she shuffles around the kitchen. She doesn't need to shuffle, as the grace inherent in her race still infuses her body. But she likes to remind us that she is old. *sigh*
My daily routine takes over. First check my scimitars,(I don't care if our resident mage is right about magic sword not rusting dulling.) and as I let the routine take control of my body my mind goes back. Heaven, what can one say about it other than the word itself. The lilacs grew up and down the brook. It's why I built my house there. But those times are painful now. Now that I am stuck here on this world of dirt and noise. I remember the first rebellion as a full third turned on the creator. War came upon us, it was frightening how easy the act of killing came to me. Then the second rebellion came and my squad split. The faces of those that I had fought beside turning on me... I was order away from the front. "Protect the Prophets, soldier" I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. My lungs burned as I arrived. But there was no time to rest or even observe the ritual they were preforming. Seeing a weakening in the defensive line I lunged forward. The ring of blade on blade, mixed with the screams of pain and fear. All weirdly set to the drone of the prophets. The soldier to my right fell and it was as I spun blade's whirling to handle the additional foe that the light hit me. So bright I could hear it, the light encompassed my being. As it faded I found my self on the ground, the sounds of battle gone. In their place I found myself in a small town. The smells that assaulted my senses nearly made me lose my last meal. I suppose it would have if I hadn't just been in a battle zone. I got a few looks as I lay there, but I got more as I tried to talk to the locals. A child finally looked up and spoke to me. He led me to my current companions. It was Orrik that told me of this world and how we came to be here. But that's proper as he is the leader of our mismatched little group. My mind registers that I have finished my morning routine. Time to meet the others. Trackbacks
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Radar on :
That's good man. Please keep the story going. And I am glad to see that you are alive.
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Cool! What happens next? :)
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