hamnat
04-15-06, 12:34 AM
I look around, wondering where i could be. All I see are trees upon trees. I would like to torch them all. In my mind, I can hear them plotting, planning, hating. They should burn.
Leaves rustle. I turn towards the sound and begin to concentrate the torch spell. A coney jumps out at me. I relax and realize that the only one to be feared here is me.
I feel so lonely. I begin to walk to the East. At least, I think that is East. Oh! if only to torch these trees, these heralds of hatred, these bastions of darkness. But no, I lost my villiage during such an attempt to fully tap my power. The Nether world can be very difficult to control, especially by one such as myself. I may end up reducing all of Scara Brae to cinders if I have no control.
I realize that I am hungry. Thankfully, i have learned how to cook rabbit stew. But I have no water or vegetables. Nor do I have a knife to clean the rabbit with.
But wait! Do mine eyes decieve me?!? A bush of blueberries! They have ripened as of yet. I must save some, but they are so delicious!
No! I must focus. I must control myself. I put the berries into a sack I have to save for later. I pay careful attention to not close the sack to tightly as to avoid squeezing the juice out of these delectable treats.
I continue my voyage to the East. These trees are so annoying! Why must they crowd in like this? Why must they exist? And who gave them this existance? Oh! for the humanoid curiosity! It is a severe weakness. The want for knowledge, the wish to have all knowing, to be perfect.
Leaves rustle. I turn towards the sound and begin to concentrate the torch spell. A coney jumps out at me. I relax and realize that the only one to be feared here is me.
I feel so lonely. I begin to walk to the East. At least, I think that is East. Oh! if only to torch these trees, these heralds of hatred, these bastions of darkness. But no, I lost my villiage during such an attempt to fully tap my power. The Nether world can be very difficult to control, especially by one such as myself. I may end up reducing all of Scara Brae to cinders if I have no control.
I realize that I am hungry. Thankfully, i have learned how to cook rabbit stew. But I have no water or vegetables. Nor do I have a knife to clean the rabbit with.
But wait! Do mine eyes decieve me?!? A bush of blueberries! They have ripened as of yet. I must save some, but they are so delicious!
No! I must focus. I must control myself. I put the berries into a sack I have to save for later. I pay careful attention to not close the sack to tightly as to avoid squeezing the juice out of these delectable treats.
I continue my voyage to the East. These trees are so annoying! Why must they crowd in like this? Why must they exist? And who gave them this existance? Oh! for the humanoid curiosity! It is a severe weakness. The want for knowledge, the wish to have all knowing, to be perfect.