Post by zebulon on Aug 30, 2005 15:51:53 GMT -5
Awaking to the sound of birds, Zebulon sat up and took a minute to adjust. “Ah. I’m still tired. Just another hour…” Zebulon closed his eyes for a moment, but realized sleep was no closer to him now that it was last night. Upon opening them again, Zebulon noticed the outline of a strange figure standing above him. Thinking it was only a mirage, and too tired to deal with it, he dismissed it without worry. After a few minutes of relaxing, he decided to get up and get on the move to Mideel. “Ah, it’s a bad hair day. I look like a maniac.” Zebulon told himself jokes to get the morning started. “This’ll take awhile, better do something to help pass the time.” Zebulon started to whistle his favorite tune. He never knew the name, but his father sang it to him many times. About halfway through the song, he heard something in the bushes. “Hmm?” With his muscles tensing, he slowly walked over to investigate. Something small and skinny jumped out at him. “HOLY CRAP!” Zebulon nearly passed out from his morning surprise. A tiny, old, wrinkled man ran around him. Zebulon grabbed his weapon and demanded answers from the man. “Boy, you should be nice to your elders!” Zebulon looked shocked. “You just tried to kill me!” The old man just started laughing. “You kids are scared of anything. You just want my woods!” Once again, Zebulon was shocked, but this time, shocked stupid. “Wha? What’s that even mean!? I was just checking-” The old man became infuriated. “Shuddup! If you’re not here for my woods, then what do you want!?” Zebulon started moving towards Mideel. “Look old man, I have to get to Mideel. I can’t let you waste my time. So please, run back to your bush. I won’t take it.” The old man quickly ran to Zebulon’s side. “Mideel!? You can’t survive through here! It’s full of traps and training exercises from the rangers and guards posted between the towns. Zebulon smirked, “All the more reason to hurry then.” As he started to trot to the next town, the old man quickly appeared by his side. “Wait, if you truly want to get to Mideel, take my test.” Zebulon had gotten some distance between them, but turned and laughed. “A test? Tell me, do you do this to everyone you meet?” The old man was not amused. “I’ll give you a prize if you take my path through the woods. Plus, it’s a good test.” Zebulon was interested, and thought about his offer. The old man quickly added, “Ok, ok, I’ll be extra generous and teach you some of my skills.” Zebulon decided to take his word. “Alright old man, point in the direction, and I’ll head there. But if you trick me-” The old man look hurt, but interrupted Zebulon. “Alright, alright, I got it the first time. It’s that way.” Zebulon turned to see where the man pointed, and started running down the path. He could already see another gap. Zebulon sighed, “Not again...”
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“<Wheeze>, <cough>, <hack>. Why…was that…so…long!? Ay…my back…that old man is crazy!” Zebulon had just escaped from the latest trap the old man placed. Zebulon could see Mideel, but it was still far away. After taking a breather, Zebulon started back on the trail to Mideel. “Hmm…am I past the traps? There hasn’t been one in awhile…” As if on cue, the bushes to his left started shaking. “Great. Get out here, old man!” And he did just that. “You made it through?” The old man seemed surprised. Zebulon looked at him angrily. “You make it sound as if I had no choice. You’re traps won’t kill me!” The old man grinned. “Well, at least you have some determination, sonny. But, you have one more test!” Zebulon started to argue, but was interrupted. “Fight me, young one!” Zebulon started laughing. “Hahaha. I can’t fight you, I have to respect my elders, remember?” The old man stared Zebulon down, and quickly smacked him with his walking stick. “OW! What’s that for?” He drew his weapon and the old man smiled. “You’re about to feel my wrath!” The old man started moving, and lunged for Zebulon. “Not bad old fart, you’re much faster than you look!” They fought until both were falling from exhaustion. Zebulon was strong, but the old man had wisdom behind his years. Zebulon eventually withered to the ground after a brutal blow to his abdomen. Now he was nauseous, out of air, AND had bad hair. The old warrior smiled, standing above his victory. “Where’s your big talk now?” Zebulon smiled, “Very impressive, old…fart.” The man rushed over to him and realized he had passed out. “Ay…youngsters these days.”
Zebulon came to outside the city gates. “Huh? Where am I?” “Wait, the old man! Argh! Where is he!?” Zebulon searched the immediate area, but couldn’t find anyone. “Oh jeez. A little embarrassing. Ah well, at least I’m here.” Zebulon approached the city gates, hoping to find that Winhill was more than diarrhea of the mouth.
(OOC): Well, just started basic training, I’ll post more about it later. Started learning tracking, flash kick, and understanding of the planet and lifestream. Where could the old man have gone?
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“<Wheeze>, <cough>, <hack>. Why…was that…so…long!? Ay…my back…that old man is crazy!” Zebulon had just escaped from the latest trap the old man placed. Zebulon could see Mideel, but it was still far away. After taking a breather, Zebulon started back on the trail to Mideel. “Hmm…am I past the traps? There hasn’t been one in awhile…” As if on cue, the bushes to his left started shaking. “Great. Get out here, old man!” And he did just that. “You made it through?” The old man seemed surprised. Zebulon looked at him angrily. “You make it sound as if I had no choice. You’re traps won’t kill me!” The old man grinned. “Well, at least you have some determination, sonny. But, you have one more test!” Zebulon started to argue, but was interrupted. “Fight me, young one!” Zebulon started laughing. “Hahaha. I can’t fight you, I have to respect my elders, remember?” The old man stared Zebulon down, and quickly smacked him with his walking stick. “OW! What’s that for?” He drew his weapon and the old man smiled. “You’re about to feel my wrath!” The old man started moving, and lunged for Zebulon. “Not bad old fart, you’re much faster than you look!” They fought until both were falling from exhaustion. Zebulon was strong, but the old man had wisdom behind his years. Zebulon eventually withered to the ground after a brutal blow to his abdomen. Now he was nauseous, out of air, AND had bad hair. The old warrior smiled, standing above his victory. “Where’s your big talk now?” Zebulon smiled, “Very impressive, old…fart.” The man rushed over to him and realized he had passed out. “Ay…youngsters these days.”
Zebulon came to outside the city gates. “Huh? Where am I?” “Wait, the old man! Argh! Where is he!?” Zebulon searched the immediate area, but couldn’t find anyone. “Oh jeez. A little embarrassing. Ah well, at least I’m here.” Zebulon approached the city gates, hoping to find that Winhill was more than diarrhea of the mouth.
(OOC): Well, just started basic training, I’ll post more about it later. Started learning tracking, flash kick, and understanding of the planet and lifestream. Where could the old man have gone?
