*whistle*
You are on a grassy field. The sun is beaming down on you with medium radiance, combined with an eastern sea breeze. Tall green grass pieces bang viciously with the wind, never bending or cracking the flexible plant, just playing rough.
Standing here are 2 figures, one who is tall and slim, the other is short and chubby. Alas! These 2 characters are none other than the elven mystic, Neimad and the dwarven priest, Reapher. Both travelers are clad in armors and items that appear to have hidden powers.
A distinct glowing can be seen on some pieces of equipment, and if you try hard enough, you can hear a humming sound from others.
The wind blows hard ; the helmed dwarf almost doesn't notice it, but Neimad, the lanky long haired elf, he knows the wind guardians presence is near. Nearer now than he desires.
Reapher puts his dwarven long sword in its holder, Neimad also sheaths his weapon, but too quick to identify its type.
They seem to be discussing the weather, or some other form of random conversation ; the color of the water ; the lingering smell of some distant tree.
Reapher says 'well, I must be off.'
Neimad takes a few steps on the grassy field. The grass forms around his knitted boots he killed somebody to acquire. To the distant east there is a beach with very dark blue salt water sliding across the rounded beach rocks.
Neimad says 'wait. There is more to this.'
Reapher's dwarven beard looks like it's dancing in the wind, but not enough to bother him. Well, dwarves are known for their resistance.
Reapher says 'ar' ya crazy elf? Ther's nottin' more. No less. You mess wit' forces of nature and ya'll suffer some ancient deitys curse.'
Reapher's words seem to travel with the wind, carried off to some distant trees, or further.. Neimad seems content on his own words, knowing not yet what they mean, but knowing something more than his comrad.
Neimad grins.
"Stupid elf" thinks Reapher, "if he knew half the things I know."
The 2 figures stand silently for a moment, then start up some chatter you dont quite understand. Some english words can be distinguished above others, but they seem to be discussing some future plan ; or a prophecy.
Their words are carried off by the wind and into the shades of forest green. Here lay the secrets of their mindless chatter.
*crack*
Both warriors turn to face you.
Uh oh!
You've lingered here too long, you should start running!
Standing here are 2 figures, one who is tall and slim, the other is short and chubby. Alas! These 2 characters are none other than the elven mystic, Neimad and the dwarven priest, Reapher. Both travelers are clad in armors and items that appear to have hidden powers.
A distinct glowing can be seen on some pieces of equipment, and if you try hard enough, you can hear a humming sound from others.
The wind blows hard ; the helmed dwarf almost doesn't notice it, but Neimad, the lanky long haired elf, he knows the wind guardians presence is near. Nearer now than he desires.
Reapher puts his dwarven long sword in its holder, Neimad also sheaths his weapon, but too quick to identify its type.
They seem to be discussing the weather, or some other form of random conversation ; the color of the water ; the lingering smell of some distant tree.
Reapher says 'well, I must be off.'
Neimad takes a few steps on the grassy field. The grass forms around his knitted boots he killed somebody to acquire. To the distant east there is a beach with very dark blue salt water sliding across the rounded beach rocks.
Neimad says 'wait. There is more to this.'
Reapher's dwarven beard looks like it's dancing in the wind, but not enough to bother him. Well, dwarves are known for their resistance.
Reapher says 'ar' ya crazy elf? Ther's nottin' more. No less. You mess wit' forces of nature and ya'll suffer some ancient deitys curse.'
Reapher's words seem to travel with the wind, carried off to some distant trees, or further.. Neimad seems content on his own words, knowing not yet what they mean, but knowing something more than his comrad.
Neimad grins.
"Stupid elf" thinks Reapher, "if he knew half the things I know."
The 2 figures stand silently for a moment, then start up some chatter you dont quite understand. Some english words can be distinguished above others, but they seem to be discussing some future plan ; or a prophecy.
Their words are carried off by the wind and into the shades of forest green. Here lay the secrets of their mindless chatter.
*crack*
Both warriors turn to face you.
Uh oh!
You've lingered here too long, you should start running!
posted by Neimad at 5:13 PM
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