Sir_Creno
02-23-15, 10:14 PM
(Notice: This is an experiment in First Person and it will contain adult language/violence and possibly some adult situations. Viewer discretion is advised.)
I felt a milder temperature than normal.
The long journey through the Kachuk Mountains revealed something which I had not expected to see since I first took the trip up to the north lands. The group I traveled with was also journeying to Salvar for their own reasons. Mine I kept to myself. There were a few carts that were driven by horses. I could hear the creaking sound of old wheels. I knew the weather would have an affect on the old carts. A hilly expanse surrounded me, I took a look outside as the temperature got notably colder.
The passageway from Alerar to Salvar was a dangerous path to follow.
I followed it because the land of the north men had work. It didn't have the politics of Radasanth or the xenophobia of Alerar. I didn't want to travel too far from my home in Corone, so I hoped to strike it rich in Salvar. Rumours of work and promises of getting paid a pretty gold piece doing freelance jobs as a member of The Vogruk - Stokes Trading Company. That was my original intentions, to sell my sword out to the progressive guild and help with whatever was their own agenda.
There were several folks in the cart with me. Some chatted with each other, others slept, and others simply stared at me. The Salvarns were known for their sturdy nature. I knew I could easily pass for a Salvarn with my own impressive physique. The crowd that I traveled with was a solid mix of Drow, Humes and even a couple of those daft Dwarven folks from Kachuk. I noticed one of the female Drow kept staring at me the entire time I was in their presence. I didn't mind it. At first she kept her distance, but by the current day, she was soon pressed against me for the natural warmth of my people. I never told my companions the nature of my star faring origins. I wasn't a son of Althanas. But it had embraced me and my kin anyway.
I could feel her soft skin against my own. It was good to be able to help them out regardless of how small the effort seemed. I rarely slept and kept myself awake for their sake. I knew ALL people of Althanas was sturdy, capable of defending themselves to the bitter end. Sometimes to tragic conclusions. The group of travelers I sat with were all cuddled close to me. Male and female, and those genders in between. I didn't mind it at all. I was always warm to the touch, it was a gift of my people. I sat down against the wall of the cart and felt the cramps in my muscles as the journey continued. I never complained, I simply wanted to help out anybody I could.
I could hear the other carts nearby. The carts traveled in a tight formation as a group at all times. The roads leading to and from Salvar were dangerous. News of bandits reached the ears of the caravan guards. I volunteered to help the guards out due to my experience as a sell sword. Besides...it gave me something to think about. I didn't mind volunteering to protect the people at all. The woman, the Drow, she kept her arms wrapped firmly around my waist. It felt pretty good. I looked at her with a soft, gentle expression on my face. I accepted these folks as my own family.
I was considered a man of my people. I went through the rites and trials and this was merely my final rite of passage. I already knew that I wanted to join the military, I just wanted to pick an adequate military. My people were well respected as hard workers. I would continue in their legacy even if I was far away from them. The star my family originated from was many light years away. That seemed like a far away distance, but now, Althanas was home. I would live and die as an Althanian warrior. But keep the pride of my people in my heart and soul for as long as my heart beat in my proud chest.
I considered this matter of nationalism in my mind and felt the female stirring next to me. I held her closer towards my body, wrapping my warm around her. I knew I was the warmest person in the group. I held her closer so that the biting cold would not affect her as much. We were all dressed with heavy clothing after we reached the final Alerar outpost in the Kachuk Mountains. They warned us the weather would go south, and that was fine. We geared up and prepared at that outpost so we could face the horrible weather, I instinctively massaged the Drow's lower back very gently. It felt good to have her sitting next to me. I didn't want to have to deal with this long journey alone.
I observed everyone that surrounded me. They were mostly good and noble folk, folk that just wanted to find a new home and run from whatever it was that they were running from. I looked at a somewhat older Hume woman that was writing some notes down in some sort of a journal. Grimoires they called them.
"I am actually writing about you." I heard the old woman say.
"Good things I hope." I said in return. I came from a culture that respected it's elders. I would show this woman the respect and courtesy she deserved.
"Mostly." I noticed the wink and then we both laughed. "You are a very warm lad. I can see why she likes you. You are agreeable." I listened to what the elder was saying, and it dawned on me that she was talking about my Drow companion. "You're lucky you know. Drow mate for life."
"So does my own folk." I responded in kind. I adjusted my body weight ever so subtly. "How long have you been running?" I asked.
"Too long. Us old folks think different though I think you know in what sense. We see the twilight years ahead of us. Nowhere but the great beyond left for us old ones." I noticed a sort of sadness in her eyes. It appeared briefly as a shadow. "She's a priestess of some sort in their culture. That's why she was running." The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together. "Me? I've been running so long I don't remember what I originally started running FROM."
And that's how it all was. I also was running, but I was running from something far different from all of the others' reasons. I was running from a broken past, and a broken home. A home torn asunder by a war that was unwanted, equally a bastard son just as I was. I am not running FROM something but rather TO something. "I will protect you all from whatever it is you're all running from. This I swear upon my life."
I felt a milder temperature than normal.
The long journey through the Kachuk Mountains revealed something which I had not expected to see since I first took the trip up to the north lands. The group I traveled with was also journeying to Salvar for their own reasons. Mine I kept to myself. There were a few carts that were driven by horses. I could hear the creaking sound of old wheels. I knew the weather would have an affect on the old carts. A hilly expanse surrounded me, I took a look outside as the temperature got notably colder.
The passageway from Alerar to Salvar was a dangerous path to follow.
I followed it because the land of the north men had work. It didn't have the politics of Radasanth or the xenophobia of Alerar. I didn't want to travel too far from my home in Corone, so I hoped to strike it rich in Salvar. Rumours of work and promises of getting paid a pretty gold piece doing freelance jobs as a member of The Vogruk - Stokes Trading Company. That was my original intentions, to sell my sword out to the progressive guild and help with whatever was their own agenda.
There were several folks in the cart with me. Some chatted with each other, others slept, and others simply stared at me. The Salvarns were known for their sturdy nature. I knew I could easily pass for a Salvarn with my own impressive physique. The crowd that I traveled with was a solid mix of Drow, Humes and even a couple of those daft Dwarven folks from Kachuk. I noticed one of the female Drow kept staring at me the entire time I was in their presence. I didn't mind it. At first she kept her distance, but by the current day, she was soon pressed against me for the natural warmth of my people. I never told my companions the nature of my star faring origins. I wasn't a son of Althanas. But it had embraced me and my kin anyway.
I could feel her soft skin against my own. It was good to be able to help them out regardless of how small the effort seemed. I rarely slept and kept myself awake for their sake. I knew ALL people of Althanas was sturdy, capable of defending themselves to the bitter end. Sometimes to tragic conclusions. The group of travelers I sat with were all cuddled close to me. Male and female, and those genders in between. I didn't mind it at all. I was always warm to the touch, it was a gift of my people. I sat down against the wall of the cart and felt the cramps in my muscles as the journey continued. I never complained, I simply wanted to help out anybody I could.
I could hear the other carts nearby. The carts traveled in a tight formation as a group at all times. The roads leading to and from Salvar were dangerous. News of bandits reached the ears of the caravan guards. I volunteered to help the guards out due to my experience as a sell sword. Besides...it gave me something to think about. I didn't mind volunteering to protect the people at all. The woman, the Drow, she kept her arms wrapped firmly around my waist. It felt pretty good. I looked at her with a soft, gentle expression on my face. I accepted these folks as my own family.
I was considered a man of my people. I went through the rites and trials and this was merely my final rite of passage. I already knew that I wanted to join the military, I just wanted to pick an adequate military. My people were well respected as hard workers. I would continue in their legacy even if I was far away from them. The star my family originated from was many light years away. That seemed like a far away distance, but now, Althanas was home. I would live and die as an Althanian warrior. But keep the pride of my people in my heart and soul for as long as my heart beat in my proud chest.
I considered this matter of nationalism in my mind and felt the female stirring next to me. I held her closer towards my body, wrapping my warm around her. I knew I was the warmest person in the group. I held her closer so that the biting cold would not affect her as much. We were all dressed with heavy clothing after we reached the final Alerar outpost in the Kachuk Mountains. They warned us the weather would go south, and that was fine. We geared up and prepared at that outpost so we could face the horrible weather, I instinctively massaged the Drow's lower back very gently. It felt good to have her sitting next to me. I didn't want to have to deal with this long journey alone.
I observed everyone that surrounded me. They were mostly good and noble folk, folk that just wanted to find a new home and run from whatever it was that they were running from. I looked at a somewhat older Hume woman that was writing some notes down in some sort of a journal. Grimoires they called them.
"I am actually writing about you." I heard the old woman say.
"Good things I hope." I said in return. I came from a culture that respected it's elders. I would show this woman the respect and courtesy she deserved.
"Mostly." I noticed the wink and then we both laughed. "You are a very warm lad. I can see why she likes you. You are agreeable." I listened to what the elder was saying, and it dawned on me that she was talking about my Drow companion. "You're lucky you know. Drow mate for life."
"So does my own folk." I responded in kind. I adjusted my body weight ever so subtly. "How long have you been running?" I asked.
"Too long. Us old folks think different though I think you know in what sense. We see the twilight years ahead of us. Nowhere but the great beyond left for us old ones." I noticed a sort of sadness in her eyes. It appeared briefly as a shadow. "She's a priestess of some sort in their culture. That's why she was running." The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together. "Me? I've been running so long I don't remember what I originally started running FROM."
And that's how it all was. I also was running, but I was running from something far different from all of the others' reasons. I was running from a broken past, and a broken home. A home torn asunder by a war that was unwanted, equally a bastard son just as I was. I am not running FROM something but rather TO something. "I will protect you all from whatever it is you're all running from. This I swear upon my life."