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| A Small Caravan; P | |
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| Topic Started: Mon Oct 5, 2009 10:06 pm (226 Views) | |
| Andrew Gray | Mon Oct 5, 2009 10:06 pm Post #1 |
 
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Andrew was hot. Not the heat of a warm fire, or the heat of a warm body in bed. No, the heat of a sun, reflected from the sands, onto his white and blue cloak. Matt was treading silently beside him. He was humming an old hymn, his voice occasional finding a wrong note. The sun was high, the sand hot, and the caravan small. He started his journey in The City, but got picked up by a caravan. He was paid to be the cook. So far they had been traveling for five days. They were merchants, heading to another settlement. He was walking next to his wagon. He had just woken up and he wanted to get some fresh; albeit hot, air. There was a small spring about five miles away. They would stop there. It was twilight, the sun setting over a field of dunes. He lit the small cooking fire, and set a pot of boiling water over it. He pulled out a few globs of dough. He flattened them and laid them next to the fire on a flat stone. He went to work butchering a goat. He set the meat in the boiling water along with a few other herbs, onions, carrots, garlic, and sea salt. He sat back on a small stool with his back resting against his caravan. He saw two of the guards walk up to the fire and sit down in the sand. They smelled of iron and sweat. They were good, honest men. Andrew pulled out his lute and struck a chord. The guards turned their heads to look at the man. He began to play an old song, all travelers knew it. The guards smiled and sang along. More people gathered around and began to sing verses of their own. There was wine being passes around, to all but the guards. The food was ready and the people helped themselves. Soon after that, all but Andrew and the guards went to bed. The three of them took watch. Andrew took the first; sitting silently atop his caravan, Matt sitting next to him as silent as the man next to him. |
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| Chaos | Mon Oct 5, 2009 10:35 pm Post #2 |
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The leaves kept getting in his face as he pushed them aside, trying to find his way back to balefire. He was lost and had been for several days, only wanting to get back to where he knew the lay of the land. It had been about three weeks since he had stupidly walked out of the great dark city and into the world of imythess. He had been just about everywhere, his favorite location being the mountains where he met a nice man. The most rememberable was the inn in kellen, that he had set on fire after causing havoc to. But now he was lost in this place full of sand and dirt, it pissed him off. But his mind was so small that when he smelled the smell of blood being spilt his head looked up from the bush was was laying in and he took off in the direction. His limp frail body was running at a extremaly fast pace, his long skinny arms waving at his side. He darted across sand and dunes as he headed for the smell of fresh blood, the smell he loved so much. His dirty bloody body looked so funny running like a dim witted halfling. A few minuets later he came upone a camp, the fire was lit dimly and all the people had fallen to sleep just about. He Zion could see three men standing next to a wagon, while one sat on top next to a cat. He did not realize actually who the man was, he didnt even think about the cat. bu the was no stranger to this man, for he was one that tried to stop him in kellen. Zion only thought of the blood smell, so he walked out into the open and headed for the wagon. |
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| James Kenton | Tue Oct 6, 2009 12:46 am Post #3 |
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Andrew saw a familiar figure step into the firelight. He was the murderer from Kellen. He did not move anything but his head. His eyes followed the man. Andrew's breathing grew ragged, he was afraid. Maybe if he gave the man food he would go away. He is just a hungry man. A very hungry, very demented man. Matt sent Andrew images of him being chased around the bar. He sent images back of Andrew protecting him. Of course I would not feed you to him, he thought. Matt silently entered the trap door to the small wagon. Andrew pulled around the bag of scrap meat. He inched closer to the edge of the wagon. He spoke in his best stage voice, deep and reminiscent of the great knights of old. "Hello, would you like some food?" outside, his bravado shone outward. Inside however; he was a swirling mass of anger and fear. ((OOC: Sorry, wrong accout)) |
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| Chaos | Tue Oct 6, 2009 6:23 pm Post #4 |
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Zion moved slowly across the sandy floor and headed for the fire. He watched as the man on the roof of the cart allowed for the cat that was sitting next to him to go inside. His attention was now caught for zion remembered the cat, he always remembered food! But the man was still a mystery as to who he was. So zion took off in a slow but brisk run at the cart. He stopped at side and looked up as the man spoke. He asked if zion wanted any food. Of course zion was always up for food, but only sweet meat. He sat down as he saw the bag of meat and smiled. You give zion meat? i be friend of smelly man! Zion clapped his hands together as he rocked back in forth in a siting position. The sand rose around his body and created little rivets in the sand. Zion was only hungry and would not harm no one, as long as he was not harmed. |
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| Andrew Gray | Tue Oct 6, 2009 9:48 pm Post #5 |
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Alright...this was off to a good start. The guards were waking blearily as Andrew hopped down from the cabin. He placed the bag of meat in front of the man. Andrew realized he was hungry too. "So, would you like me to cook that, or would you like it raw?" he walked over to the pot. There was some left over soup and a few warm pieces of bread. He motioned for the man to sit next to the fire. The desert at night is a cold place, and the fire was nice and warm. He poured two bowls for the waking guards and gave them each a piece of bread. He himself ate a little bit of soup, leaving some for the wild man if he wanted some. Andrew wanted to help this man. He was obviously either insane, or possessed. Or both. He worked on brewing a few cups of coffee. "Do you like coffee?" he placed a cup of the liquid next to the man, in the sand. Andrew took a long drought. He liquid streamed down his cold throat. He took a bite of bread then a spoonful of soup. "Would you like soup and bread too?" Andrew was trying to be nice to the man, but he kept remembering the man eating another human. He sighed quietly and stared deep into the fire. The flames danced wildly before his eyes. |
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| Chaos | Wed Oct 7, 2009 12:51 pm Post #6 |
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Carmina Ignis
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Zion watched as the man stepped off from the cart and headed over to him with the bag of meat. He followed him with his eyes like if he looked away he would miss the food. But the man walked to the fire and motioned for zion to follow. Like a small child after candy he walked over to the fire and sat next to the man. He was preparing a load of different types of food, like soup, bread and meat. he even said something about a thing called coffee, which zion had never had. He took a chunk of the bread and bite at it, not liking the taste of the chewy dough he put the loaf down. Then he poked his finger in the soup and tasted it. it was actually good so he drank it all down with out even taking his time. It was hot and burning but he loved it. Then he picked up the cup of coffee and drank it. It was so nasty and horrible that he spit it out and yelled. The cup flung up in the air as he jumped up and wipped his tounge with his hand. That mess was so nasty that zion thought the man was trying to posion him. You! you posion zion, AHHHH, mean man mean man! |
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| Aidan Archer | Thu Oct 8, 2009 12:59 am Post #7 |
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Andrew looked at the man, eyes wide. "No, I did not try to poison you. I thought you would like. I am sorry." He hung his head. He looked at the man's soup. It was empty. He pulled the last of the soup from the bottom of the pot. He held two bowls of soup, his own, and the man's. He walked slowly. He stopped a few feet away from the man and placed them in the sand. The man had seen him eat the soup, he hopefully would know it was not poisoned. He backed up to his spot beside the fire. He did not want to make this man angry, he saw what he could do when he was angry. "Here," he said holding out his hand "This will make taste go away. It is candy." it was a red ball of sugar that tasted like apples. He wanted to help the man, not scare him. "I want to be your friend. I am not a mean man. I want to give you food." ((sorry, wrong account)) |
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| Chaos | Thu Oct 8, 2009 12:24 pm Post #8 |
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Zion was a little ticked off now, that stupid drink tasted so bad and made him want to throw up. But the man by the fire insisted that it was not posion and he would be safe. He then poured more of the chunky stuff into two bowls and moved them, his eyes watching them the whole time. that stuff was so good, it was like a mix of tasty meat. But then made aplogized and said he had something to help the taste. He pulled otu a red ball and handed it to zion, he said it was candy. Candy!! Zion loved candy, even though he only had three teeth, it tasted so sweet and good in his watery mouth. He grabbed the ball and jamed it in his mouth. His lips smacked around the juicy candy as the taste ran into his taste buds. It was not as sweet as most sugers, for it tasted of apples, but zion did not care, he said candy so he liked it. |
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| Andrew Gray | Thu Oct 8, 2009 10:20 pm Post #9 |
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Andrew smiled. This man was insane. He was murderous, but child like. He ate a bit of bread and rekindled the fire. He took a sip of coffee. "Well, my name is Andrew. What is your name?" he was starting to like this man. Well, maybe not like him but, he was interesting. He would make a good song. A crazy man, thwarted by a bard and a healer. He shook his head and pulled out his lute. He played a happy song, not singing along. He strummed happily and the guards hummed along. The guards were not weary of the man, just confused. He was half naked, dirty, and smelled like hell. In addition he acted like a child, when he was a fully grown man. Andrew saw Matt peering at him through the window. He would not come out. Andrew finished the song the guards clapped in jest and Andrew made a mock bow. He nodded toward the wild man, "What would you like to hear my friend?" |
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| Chaos | Fri Oct 9, 2009 12:07 pm Post #10 |
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The man next to him took a small bite of the bread, the food that zion found to be chewy. He fed some wood to the fire and tended to it to keep it going. Zion looked into the flames for a few seconds, the flame gazing in his eyes as his pupils turned red from the reflection of the fire. He loved fire, it was so wild and chaotic, full of death and pain. Recently he had begun to feel a surge in his magic power, his body always being warmer and full of heat. It was soon till his magic would kick in. Then then man said his name was andrew and asked what his name was. Zion is me! Said zion as he ate the last of the candy. At this point the man was playing music on what zion thought to be a weapon. He watched as the fingers of the man played back and forth makeing sweet sounds. Zion remembered back to a time when he was a kid and loved to hear music. the halls in balefire were full of music and tunes. But he had long frogotten songs and could only remember the word song. Song song song song! |
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| Andrew Gray | Fri Oct 9, 2009 9:25 pm Post #11 |
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He stuck up a few merry songs, drinking songs, work songs, hymnals, songs of good fortune and good times. He sang in a deep baritone. In between songs he took sips of coffee and cracked his knuckles, preparing for the next song. His callused fingers allowed him to play five, medium length songs. By this time the man knew what to do. This group was ripe for a sad song. "Alright. I will play my favorite song." Andrew readied himself and began to play. It was a song wrought by his own two hands. It had no words, but seemed to portray them. The lute sang of lonely times on the road alone. Of a lifetime of hardships and struggle. The strings hummed the song of a wanderer, of a man with no home save his boots and cloak. Andrew hummed a counterpoint to the song. It was simple, sad, and lonely. It was Andrew in song. He deftly slung his lute over his shoulder. The moon was beginning to set. They had been awake far too long. "Zion, would you like to go to bed now?" by this time Matt had sneaked behind Andrew and leaped up onto his lap, nuzzling the man's chin. Andrew pet the cat. It was late, and he was tired. His fingers bled slightly from the lute strings. His hands and arms ached, but he felt good all the same. |
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| Chaos | Tue Oct 13, 2009 2:44 pm Post #12 |
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Carmina Ignis
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Zion sat and listened to the music with deep memories in his mind. All the different types of sounds and tunes that were emitted from the mans musical fingers played off many images of his past in his mind. Things like when he was a boy and playing with his mother, when he would get lost in Gloomwood and gave to fight to live. All these things came back into his thought untill he could not take it anymore. It was not the mans music that made it happen, he wasnt even tired but the overload of thoughts and memories in his tiny little brain caused him to shut down and fall asleep. His eyes flutthered back and forth as he tilted back and fell into the sand. His arms lay out to the side as his body made a small divet in the sandy dune. His small pattern of breathing pushed his chest up and down, causing a little beat to produce from his body. he was out cold for now, but maybe he wouldnt be out for long. |
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| Andrew Gray | Tue Oct 13, 2009 3:04 pm Post #13 |
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"Well, let's get him a blanket." he said to the guards. One of them pulled out a soft, green blanket, and draped it over the sleeping man. Andrew grabbed Matt, and draped him over his shoulders. He stood up, stretched, and sang the song that he had sung when Zion and him had just met. The guards were sleeping now, leaving Andrew to take the last watch. He sighed and grabbed his coffee, and made his way onto the top of his wagon. He kept singing, and when the song was done, the sun rose, just slightly, over the horizon. He knew they would be leaving soon, and that Zion might get left behind. He knew the man liked candy, so he threw down a small bag of it, next to the man's head. The smell might wake the man up. |
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| Chaos | Tue Oct 13, 2009 3:10 pm Post #14 |
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Carmina Ignis
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Zion suddenly felt rather warm and cozy, like the sky had started to heat up and cascade heat upone him. His mind was working extremly faster than it did on a normal basis. the old tunes of the mans music still stuck in his head, playing back and forth like a record in a old tavern. He thought of all the places he had been to in his life, all the people he had meet, and even the curse that was laid on his life, to forever live in darkness. But as these thoughts went on something else found its way into his mind. Like an arrow he shot up, his eyes wide and alert. He quickly turned his head and zoomed in on the man now playing a new tune of his instrument. Zion never reconized the man, but that song was still fresh in his head. It was the man he met at the inn, with the tasty looking cat. He did not even care about the candy that was being thrown, his goal was the man that tried to get him killed. He shot up throwing the blanket off him, and ran at the cart full speed yelling and flaing like a mad man. |
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| Andrew Gray | Tue Oct 13, 2009 3:24 pm Post #15 |
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As the wagons were being pulled east, Andrew heard a scream coming from behind him. He turned around, as fast as he could, and saw Zion, sprinting toward him. Andrew fell off the wagon, along with Matt. The guards were gone, the entire caravan was gone. "Oh, God dammit!" he jumped up and ran for the horse, tethered to a standing tree. He broke the thin cable holding it there, and spurred it into a full gallop. He knew he was stealing a horse, but he had already paid for his admission into the caravan, and a dray was about equal to his services. He did not look behind him, he knew he would see the crazy man, chasing him. After about half an hour, the dray collapsed. Andrew swore as he was taken down, into the sands. He immediately sprung up and faced the direction in which the crazy man was probably heading. He pulled out his staff, and readied himself for a fight. |
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