Got Bored, Did This.
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This is a tale of a young magician on a journey to learn from the great magicians of the Old Kingdom. However I will only be showing his interactions with people and not actions as if you the reader was just a causual observer who happened to be around at the time.
"Story, my young friend can never be simply the truth. It must make the past come alive and dance in ways that will capture the imaginations of those hearing the tale." The young man looks at the older man and asks, "But Sir Bard what about the tales of the Great Knights surely these are the truth, they are even taught in classes." At this the Bard chuckles and replies, "Ah, my young friend this is so but, do the tales tell of how Knight Tor was a drunkard and stole his own Lord's woman? I should think not for a kingdom's heroes need to be heroic more than they need to be men."
"Is it really necessary for me to travel through the forest to reach the Old Kingdom?" the boy asks a mapmaker. "Why I'm afraid so, unless you wish to risk traveling by boat across the Fell Sea."
"The thing you need boy, for getting through the forest is something I and I alone carry. You've heard of the werewolves haven't you?" says a merchant to the boy. The boy shivers at the mention of werewolves and nods. "Then you will want to part with a mere 5 silver coins, unless you'd rather part with your life."
"-Bane. You really bought wolfsbane to protect yourself from a werewolf!" At this the large man sitting on the back of his wagon laughs while the boy blushes. "You were had little one, though be thankful you learned an important lesson like this for only a few coins."
"Of all the things that could happen I wasn't expecting to see a boy come crashing through he forest and right into my yard. You nearly scared the chickens to death." said an old woman to the boy. "I'm terribly sorry mam-" before the boy could finish the old lady was practically draggin him inside her home. "Now young man, every traveler needs to know how to cook and before you leave I'll make sure you do." said the old lady in a stern voice before they both vanished inside.
"My my you're from the kingdom to the south eh? You've sure come a long way." says the gaurdsman at the gate to the boy. "I can't just let you through, but it would be a shame for you to have to go back home now." At this the boy looks troubled. "Though I suppose I couldn't be faulted for letting a kid through while I was blinded by the light shining off a nice gold coin."
"Animosity, kid is what you must never feel for your opponent, you got that?" says the soldier while showing the boy how to properly swing a sword. "Some people might get strength from their anger but that's not for the likes of you kid. No sir not with a head on your shoulders like you got. Instead of letting your anger power you, ya got to use your wits. And just because you got some magic in ya doesn't mean you ought to always rely on it." After a few hours of training with the soldier the boy bows to him and says, "Thank you sir, I'll make sure to remember what you've taught me."
The boy climbed up the hill in silence, watching a goat climb it's way up. As he passed the goat he said, "I guess even the animals have things to teach."
Subject to the icy winds of the mountain the boy eventually collapsed. When he awoke he was in a cave. He was laid next to a fire and could make out the vague shapes of about 4 others. "You know kid, you could have died out there." says one of the shapes. "Yeah, you were lucky I had to go back for my coat or we wouldn't have even seen ya." says another shape. "Ah thank you for rescuing me! If there's any way I can repay you-" the boy says before he's cut off by another of the shapes. "Think nothin of it boy. Out here we gotta stick together. Now you probably want to be on your way but I suggest you rest up a while first." Almost before the last shape finished talking the fourth chimes in, "And take one of these coats with you. The shabby things you got clearly don't do the job."
Of the two paths the boy chose the one that forked to the east. He wasn't sure if the old man who told him "Always pick the east path sonny." could be relied on, but he was the only person he'd seen in the last day who seemed to even have a clue where the Old Kingdom was.
Every instinct he had told him that the ruins was the last place he wanted to go. "Look kid, it doesn't matter if you like it or not. The only way to get there is through those ruins. I know this area like the back of my hand and I know that there isn't another path." says a rough looking travel to the boy. "But don't worry kid, I have to go through there myself."
Fibers, thin ones at that, were all that were left of the tapestries on the walls, if you could call them walls. The traveler grabbed as many as he could find and made a bandage for his arm and says, "Kid, you were real good against those skeletons and we're past the worst of it. I'm not done here but I can't ask ya ta risk your life on account of my greed." "But-" the boy started as the traveler interupted him. "Just go kid, you got your own adventures to have."
Within a few steps the boy was totally lost. The swamp was thick with fog. He was glad he had decided to hire a guide instead of trying to find his way on his own. "Left here." and "Watch you step." was about all his guide had to say though, so it was a dull and uncomfortable few hours.
"My word! You're the dirtiest boy I think I've ever seen!" exclaims a young girl before her mother drags her away. The boy continue trudging his way to the inn hoping he had enough money left for at least a hot bath.
Waking with a mouthful of pillow the boy gets dressed and leaves the inn. He asks the innkeeper how to get to the Old Kingdom from here. The innkeeper tells how to get there all the while with a horrified expresion on his face.
Beings of all shapes and sizes made only of shadow chase the boy as he exits the ancient temple, the only building left stand of the Old Kingdom. They wail after him, "Stay boy, we can teach you much lore the living word has lost." "Stay!" "Stay!" They scream as he runs and runs. He goes past the farms and cottages and doesn't stop until he gets back to the inn.
Discontent with the results of his journey he boards a boat that will travel across the Fell Sea back to his homeland. "You sure about this kid?" asks the captain. "Yes, I'm sure Captain. After what I've seen I doubt anything the sea has to offer will scare me." says the boy grimly. At this a group of sailors laugh and one of them says, "I hope your right kid. Last guy who said that still hasn't washed up yet."
"Story, my young friend can never be simply the truth. It must make the past come alive and dance in ways that will capture the imaginations of those hearing the tale." The young man looks at the older man and asks, "But Sir Bard what about the tales of the Great Knights surely these are the truth, they are even taught in classes." At this the Bard chuckles and replies, "Ah, my young friend this is so but, do the tales tell of how Knight Tor was a drunkard and stole his own Lord's woman? I should think not for a kingdom's heroes need to be heroic more than they need to be men."
"Is it really necessary for me to travel through the forest to reach the Old Kingdom?" the boy asks a mapmaker. "Why I'm afraid so, unless you wish to risk traveling by boat across the Fell Sea."
"The thing you need boy, for getting through the forest is something I and I alone carry. You've heard of the werewolves haven't you?" says a merchant to the boy. The boy shivers at the mention of werewolves and nods. "Then you will want to part with a mere 5 silver coins, unless you'd rather part with your life."
"-Bane. You really bought wolfsbane to protect yourself from a werewolf!" At this the large man sitting on the back of his wagon laughs while the boy blushes. "You were had little one, though be thankful you learned an important lesson like this for only a few coins."
"Of all the things that could happen I wasn't expecting to see a boy come crashing through he forest and right into my yard. You nearly scared the chickens to death." said an old woman to the boy. "I'm terribly sorry mam-" before the boy could finish the old lady was practically draggin him inside her home. "Now young man, every traveler needs to know how to cook and before you leave I'll make sure you do." said the old lady in a stern voice before they both vanished inside.
"My my you're from the kingdom to the south eh? You've sure come a long way." says the gaurdsman at the gate to the boy. "I can't just let you through, but it would be a shame for you to have to go back home now." At this the boy looks troubled. "Though I suppose I couldn't be faulted for letting a kid through while I was blinded by the light shining off a nice gold coin."
"Animosity, kid is what you must never feel for your opponent, you got that?" says the soldier while showing the boy how to properly swing a sword. "Some people might get strength from their anger but that's not for the likes of you kid. No sir not with a head on your shoulders like you got. Instead of letting your anger power you, ya got to use your wits. And just because you got some magic in ya doesn't mean you ought to always rely on it." After a few hours of training with the soldier the boy bows to him and says, "Thank you sir, I'll make sure to remember what you've taught me."
The boy climbed up the hill in silence, watching a goat climb it's way up. As he passed the goat he said, "I guess even the animals have things to teach."
Subject to the icy winds of the mountain the boy eventually collapsed. When he awoke he was in a cave. He was laid next to a fire and could make out the vague shapes of about 4 others. "You know kid, you could have died out there." says one of the shapes. "Yeah, you were lucky I had to go back for my coat or we wouldn't have even seen ya." says another shape. "Ah thank you for rescuing me! If there's any way I can repay you-" the boy says before he's cut off by another of the shapes. "Think nothin of it boy. Out here we gotta stick together. Now you probably want to be on your way but I suggest you rest up a while first." Almost before the last shape finished talking the fourth chimes in, "And take one of these coats with you. The shabby things you got clearly don't do the job."
Of the two paths the boy chose the one that forked to the east. He wasn't sure if the old man who told him "Always pick the east path sonny." could be relied on, but he was the only person he'd seen in the last day who seemed to even have a clue where the Old Kingdom was.
Every instinct he had told him that the ruins was the last place he wanted to go. "Look kid, it doesn't matter if you like it or not. The only way to get there is through those ruins. I know this area like the back of my hand and I know that there isn't another path." says a rough looking travel to the boy. "But don't worry kid, I have to go through there myself."
Fibers, thin ones at that, were all that were left of the tapestries on the walls, if you could call them walls. The traveler grabbed as many as he could find and made a bandage for his arm and says, "Kid, you were real good against those skeletons and we're past the worst of it. I'm not done here but I can't ask ya ta risk your life on account of my greed." "But-" the boy started as the traveler interupted him. "Just go kid, you got your own adventures to have."
Within a few steps the boy was totally lost. The swamp was thick with fog. He was glad he had decided to hire a guide instead of trying to find his way on his own. "Left here." and "Watch you step." was about all his guide had to say though, so it was a dull and uncomfortable few hours.
"My word! You're the dirtiest boy I think I've ever seen!" exclaims a young girl before her mother drags her away. The boy continue trudging his way to the inn hoping he had enough money left for at least a hot bath.
Waking with a mouthful of pillow the boy gets dressed and leaves the inn. He asks the innkeeper how to get to the Old Kingdom from here. The innkeeper tells how to get there all the while with a horrified expresion on his face.
Beings of all shapes and sizes made only of shadow chase the boy as he exits the ancient temple, the only building left stand of the Old Kingdom. They wail after him, "Stay boy, we can teach you much lore the living word has lost." "Stay!" "Stay!" They scream as he runs and runs. He goes past the farms and cottages and doesn't stop until he gets back to the inn.
Discontent with the results of his journey he boards a boat that will travel across the Fell Sea back to his homeland. "You sure about this kid?" asks the captain. "Yes, I'm sure Captain. After what I've seen I doubt anything the sea has to offer will scare me." says the boy grimly. At this a group of sailors laugh and one of them says, "I hope your right kid. Last guy who said that still hasn't washed up yet."
