Krugor
09-26-06, 04:24 AM
((Closed to Roscar Palidyne.))
The quiet and cooling feel that had Concordia in its grasp that morning was rudely disturbed by an angry looking skeleton, mumbling out loud. The undead had a look to kill on his face and aggressively slammed his staff into the soft soil every time he took another step. It was still early in the morning, most of the animals that resided in the forest weren’t even awake and dew still hung from the many leaves, but Krugor was already cursing as he went along. Keeping a quick pace the skeleton followed the small path that guided him through the forest to his goal; poor Edon’s farm. It had been a long night, one in which he couldn’t sleep and so Krugor decided it would be better to already go on his way. The longer he kept the farmer with those “bugzes”, the shorter his expected lifespan would be.
“I’ll show those mantises! Messing about with a farmer who can’t even write a simple letter, bah! How dare they…”
After a long walk through, mostly, dirt, Krugor arrived at the farm. It wasn’t a big farm when compared to some of the ranches the other farmers in this region had, but it was still quite the magnificent sight. The early morning sun shined just over the roof and Krugor had a beautiful view of the building and its meadows.
Right in front of the skeleton, in a big clearing in the forest, stood a single building. Its walls were made of thick, round wooden beams and the roof was covered in hay. On several places along the wall there were sawed out squares, apparently functioning as windows. At every side of the house were long, stretched out meadows. Alfalfa grew here so big that it could reach Krugor’s elbows as he passed through it. For as far as the eye could see there were alfalfa meadows, and on three places in these meadows stood a cylinder shaped building. Krugor guessed those would be used for storing excess hay.
“Hey there! Are you by any chance poor Edon?”
The skeleton had spotted a young man, cutting away some of the alfalfa with a scythe. These farmer types were already hard at work so early in the morning. More or less expecting that the farmer would be extremely welcome of somebody helping him out Krugor walked up to Edon, holding out his hand.
“You go away, you demon!” the man cried.
In an attempt to ready himself for any attacks that might come from the skeleton, Edon held up his scythe, prepared to do battle. But the man was shaking heavily, obviously frightened by the looks of the skeleton. He wasn’t a battle hardened warrior, he was but a poor farmer who couldn’t even deal with some bugs.
“Whoa! Take it easy, good sir. I’m here to help you out with your…bug problem” Krugor friendly replied.
“R-really? Edon could use help with bugs, yes”
“I know. That’s why I am here. I’m here to help you, good man.”
Edon still looked a bit unnerving around Krugor, but he was seemingly easing as the cook explained of the kiosk and Edon’s note. This triggered the young farmer to ramble, and it wasn’t long before Edon broke into tears and explained to Krugor how no one responded to his note for such a long time and that he had thought about burning down his farm, just to be safe from the bugs. Feeling sorry for Edon, Krugor laid his arm around the man’s shoulder and motioned him to move inside the farm. They needed to talk about this bug infestation some more, though not outside. The man could use a good, warm cup of tea. And so could Krugor.
But, just as they moved towards the building another figure come moving through the meadows. It didn’t looked like a bug, but the skeletal cook couldn’t think of anything other that could be all the way out here, in the middle of nowhere.
“Who are you?!” he shouted, scaring Edon a bit with the sudden raise in his voice.
The quiet and cooling feel that had Concordia in its grasp that morning was rudely disturbed by an angry looking skeleton, mumbling out loud. The undead had a look to kill on his face and aggressively slammed his staff into the soft soil every time he took another step. It was still early in the morning, most of the animals that resided in the forest weren’t even awake and dew still hung from the many leaves, but Krugor was already cursing as he went along. Keeping a quick pace the skeleton followed the small path that guided him through the forest to his goal; poor Edon’s farm. It had been a long night, one in which he couldn’t sleep and so Krugor decided it would be better to already go on his way. The longer he kept the farmer with those “bugzes”, the shorter his expected lifespan would be.
“I’ll show those mantises! Messing about with a farmer who can’t even write a simple letter, bah! How dare they…”
After a long walk through, mostly, dirt, Krugor arrived at the farm. It wasn’t a big farm when compared to some of the ranches the other farmers in this region had, but it was still quite the magnificent sight. The early morning sun shined just over the roof and Krugor had a beautiful view of the building and its meadows.
Right in front of the skeleton, in a big clearing in the forest, stood a single building. Its walls were made of thick, round wooden beams and the roof was covered in hay. On several places along the wall there were sawed out squares, apparently functioning as windows. At every side of the house were long, stretched out meadows. Alfalfa grew here so big that it could reach Krugor’s elbows as he passed through it. For as far as the eye could see there were alfalfa meadows, and on three places in these meadows stood a cylinder shaped building. Krugor guessed those would be used for storing excess hay.
“Hey there! Are you by any chance poor Edon?”
The skeleton had spotted a young man, cutting away some of the alfalfa with a scythe. These farmer types were already hard at work so early in the morning. More or less expecting that the farmer would be extremely welcome of somebody helping him out Krugor walked up to Edon, holding out his hand.
“You go away, you demon!” the man cried.
In an attempt to ready himself for any attacks that might come from the skeleton, Edon held up his scythe, prepared to do battle. But the man was shaking heavily, obviously frightened by the looks of the skeleton. He wasn’t a battle hardened warrior, he was but a poor farmer who couldn’t even deal with some bugs.
“Whoa! Take it easy, good sir. I’m here to help you out with your…bug problem” Krugor friendly replied.
“R-really? Edon could use help with bugs, yes”
“I know. That’s why I am here. I’m here to help you, good man.”
Edon still looked a bit unnerving around Krugor, but he was seemingly easing as the cook explained of the kiosk and Edon’s note. This triggered the young farmer to ramble, and it wasn’t long before Edon broke into tears and explained to Krugor how no one responded to his note for such a long time and that he had thought about burning down his farm, just to be safe from the bugs. Feeling sorry for Edon, Krugor laid his arm around the man’s shoulder and motioned him to move inside the farm. They needed to talk about this bug infestation some more, though not outside. The man could use a good, warm cup of tea. And so could Krugor.
But, just as they moved towards the building another figure come moving through the meadows. It didn’t looked like a bug, but the skeletal cook couldn’t think of anything other that could be all the way out here, in the middle of nowhere.
“Who are you?!” he shouted, scaring Edon a bit with the sudden raise in his voice.