Post by Natalia Brynmad on Jan 17, 2006 20:22:24 GMT -5
The Mind of a Warrior, Part I
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It has been over a month since Bellator was rescued. When we found him deep inside The Moars, Bellator was mindlessly slaying moarsmen. Luckily for Far Shot and myself, Adventurer had been secretly following us. According to him, curses are forbidden by Jojii, which is why he came. I wouldn’t know, I don’t read much on the beliefs of the Sho, but I don’t see why Adventurer would lie. Whatever the case may be, he was there, and he was able to remove the curse from Bellator.
Its been over a month, and still Bellator does not know how it is he came to be cursed by the spirit of an Adjanite Priestess, nor does he remember anything of the strange quest the spirit sent him on. Adventurer has spoken of a ritual he could perform that might recover Bellator’s lost memories.
This morning, they left to perform this ritual. I do not know where they went, but Adventurer said they should be back within a day.
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“Adventurer… wait.” I stopped running and rested my hands on my knees, out of breath. I looked down at the snow around my feet. “We’ve been running for over an hour… aren’t you tired?” Adventurer ran back to me, “No. I wear the sleeves of inexhaustibility. I do not tire from running.” I looked up at him. He was standing tall and calm, just like the pine trees around us. “Yeah, well I do. Can we rest for a few minutes?” I asked. He smiled, “Of course. Here,” he said as he began rummaging through his pack, “I’ll make you some rations. They should give you plenty of energy.”
Adventurer set up his cooking pot and stand. Then, he took the lid of the pot and scooped up some snow from the ground. He dumped the snow into the pot and, kneeling next to it, he took out his flaming axe and held it beneath the cooking pot. In a few moments the snow had melted and the water was boiling. The warrior-turned-cook left his axe below the pot and dug around in a small pouch for his uncooked rations. He removed the parchment wrapping from the ration and dropped it into the steaming pot. “this will be done in a moment,” he said. I took a bite of the finished product. I must say, it was not pleasant. But I did not want to offend the cook, so I ate the whole thing. “Delicious,” I said. He laughed. “I know they taste like a drudge’s foot. But you shouldn’t tire now.” With that, he packed up his things and we both prepared for more running.
“Adventurer, where are we going?” Without turning back, he continued running and said, “58 south by 40 east. I went there during my training at the Temple of the Dragon. It is a place of some significance to my people.”
When we arrived, the Sho warrior told me to go meet the merchant inside of the small building while he set up the spire. So I entered and greeted the young Sho woman who ran the shop here.
“Hello,” she said, bowing. “It’s not often we get Aluvians down here. How may I help you?” Glancing at her wares, I knew there was nothing I would possibly need. So I told her I had a vassal that was in need of a good staff – a complete lie. “Wonderful! One moment.” The excited woman darted back to gather her staves. She laid them on a small table and began describing the usefulness of each completely useless staff.
Adventurer entered to say he was ready. “The first staff looks good,” I said. “I’ll take that one.” I handed the merchant some pyreals. She smiled and said, “Thank you for your business! Please return soon.” I grabbed the staff and escaped to the spire with Adventurer.
The walls of the tower were lined with lit candles on both the first and second levels. There were two of those Sho floor pillows in the middle of a room. Between them was a small altar of some kind with a small candle on top of it. We both sat down on the pillows and Adventurer began with the ceremony. From a drawer in the altar he pulled out a strange, shimmering purple-black stick. “What is that?” I asked. “It is chorizite incense. The smoke will help dispel any magic that may be blocking your memory.” He held the incense over the candle on the altar and lit it. Once it caught fire he waved it about till the flame was extinguished. He placed the incense on another object on the alter. “You may not be able to cast any spells for a day or two, but there shouldn’t be any permanent side-effects,” he said. “That’s reassuring,” I thought.
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It has been over a month since Bellator was rescued. When we found him deep inside The Moars, Bellator was mindlessly slaying moarsmen. Luckily for Far Shot and myself, Adventurer had been secretly following us. According to him, curses are forbidden by Jojii, which is why he came. I wouldn’t know, I don’t read much on the beliefs of the Sho, but I don’t see why Adventurer would lie. Whatever the case may be, he was there, and he was able to remove the curse from Bellator.
Its been over a month, and still Bellator does not know how it is he came to be cursed by the spirit of an Adjanite Priestess, nor does he remember anything of the strange quest the spirit sent him on. Adventurer has spoken of a ritual he could perform that might recover Bellator’s lost memories.
This morning, they left to perform this ritual. I do not know where they went, but Adventurer said they should be back within a day.
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“Adventurer… wait.” I stopped running and rested my hands on my knees, out of breath. I looked down at the snow around my feet. “We’ve been running for over an hour… aren’t you tired?” Adventurer ran back to me, “No. I wear the sleeves of inexhaustibility. I do not tire from running.” I looked up at him. He was standing tall and calm, just like the pine trees around us. “Yeah, well I do. Can we rest for a few minutes?” I asked. He smiled, “Of course. Here,” he said as he began rummaging through his pack, “I’ll make you some rations. They should give you plenty of energy.”
Adventurer set up his cooking pot and stand. Then, he took the lid of the pot and scooped up some snow from the ground. He dumped the snow into the pot and, kneeling next to it, he took out his flaming axe and held it beneath the cooking pot. In a few moments the snow had melted and the water was boiling. The warrior-turned-cook left his axe below the pot and dug around in a small pouch for his uncooked rations. He removed the parchment wrapping from the ration and dropped it into the steaming pot. “this will be done in a moment,” he said. I took a bite of the finished product. I must say, it was not pleasant. But I did not want to offend the cook, so I ate the whole thing. “Delicious,” I said. He laughed. “I know they taste like a drudge’s foot. But you shouldn’t tire now.” With that, he packed up his things and we both prepared for more running.
“Adventurer, where are we going?” Without turning back, he continued running and said, “58 south by 40 east. I went there during my training at the Temple of the Dragon. It is a place of some significance to my people.”
When we arrived, the Sho warrior told me to go meet the merchant inside of the small building while he set up the spire. So I entered and greeted the young Sho woman who ran the shop here.
“Hello,” she said, bowing. “It’s not often we get Aluvians down here. How may I help you?” Glancing at her wares, I knew there was nothing I would possibly need. So I told her I had a vassal that was in need of a good staff – a complete lie. “Wonderful! One moment.” The excited woman darted back to gather her staves. She laid them on a small table and began describing the usefulness of each completely useless staff.
Adventurer entered to say he was ready. “The first staff looks good,” I said. “I’ll take that one.” I handed the merchant some pyreals. She smiled and said, “Thank you for your business! Please return soon.” I grabbed the staff and escaped to the spire with Adventurer.
The walls of the tower were lined with lit candles on both the first and second levels. There were two of those Sho floor pillows in the middle of a room. Between them was a small altar of some kind with a small candle on top of it. We both sat down on the pillows and Adventurer began with the ceremony. From a drawer in the altar he pulled out a strange, shimmering purple-black stick. “What is that?” I asked. “It is chorizite incense. The smoke will help dispel any magic that may be blocking your memory.” He held the incense over the candle on the altar and lit it. Once it caught fire he waved it about till the flame was extinguished. He placed the incense on another object on the alter. “You may not be able to cast any spells for a day or two, but there shouldn’t be any permanent side-effects,” he said. “That’s reassuring,” I thought.
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