Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Dec 20, 2014 1:06:35 GMT -5
My how time flies. They had made it to the base of the mountain rather quickly, the pace beginning to tire the boy out. He was surprised that the larger man, Tyr, didn't seem to be showing signs of fatigue. He assumed that mining would be a rather arduous task and that would soon change, however. He wasn't able to think much on how tired he was getting as Tyr quickly went back to talking. If Jorkahn were a more disagreeable person he may think the craftsman just loved to hear himself speak, but the boy had a feeling it was something more than that. He actually enjoyed being able to somewhat hold a conversation with someone other than his sister, or anyone for that matter. It had been months since he had held a real conversation. He only now realized how lonely he had been.
"It seemed more like my parents felt obligated to k-keep me out of politics. They always changed the subject when I brought it up." His voice had picked up quite a bit, but he still spoke a bit quietly and with the occasional nervous stutter. Jorkahn didn't say anything else for a while. He simply watched as Tyr hacked away at the rock, silently mulling over the last part the man had said in his head. Just as the newfangled miner was finishing up the boy spoke again. "I found I was intrigued with the art of battle. Axes are my favorite weapons."
Too bad he was too cowardly to actually fight anyone, it didn't help that, in his eyes, he would be thoroughly trounced in any battle he may come across. He began thinking of the handful of magical tomes that he had collected through his childhood. He had very basic knowledge in a few schools of magic, healing being his favorite. Too bad he didn't have the aptitude to cast any spells, and most of the tomes were in Arcane Cruic. Without really meaning to the boy said something else nearly under his breath, "And magic."
"It seemed more like my parents felt obligated to k-keep me out of politics. They always changed the subject when I brought it up." His voice had picked up quite a bit, but he still spoke a bit quietly and with the occasional nervous stutter. Jorkahn didn't say anything else for a while. He simply watched as Tyr hacked away at the rock, silently mulling over the last part the man had said in his head. Just as the newfangled miner was finishing up the boy spoke again. "I found I was intrigued with the art of battle. Axes are my favorite weapons."
Too bad he was too cowardly to actually fight anyone, it didn't help that, in his eyes, he would be thoroughly trounced in any battle he may come across. He began thinking of the handful of magical tomes that he had collected through his childhood. He had very basic knowledge in a few schools of magic, healing being his favorite. Too bad he didn't have the aptitude to cast any spells, and most of the tomes were in Arcane Cruic. Without really meaning to the boy said something else nearly under his breath, "And magic."