Post by Azuloth on Dec 18, 2014 23:10:04 GMT -5
Date: Floras 8th, 200ATD
Time: 8:43 AM
As he stepped on the rocky shore he took in the salt air with a deep breath. The boat that had carried him to this place had shoved off and was already on its way, never to be seen again. It had left three behind. The Knight, and his companions. He began to climb the rocky shore to the ruins of the old keep and fortress that had been there. The companions followed him.
They were male and female and carried nothing but long spears with carved bone tips. Bones worked into armor covered their chests and thighs and forearms. They wore a strange beast's skull as a helmet. Brilliantly colored feathers sprouted out from the back of the skull. Though their skin was forever tan, and their hair was black naturally, they painted both. The woman's hair was a brilliant green, and her skin was a blend of colors here and there, like a natural camouflage. The man's hair remained black, but his body had been painted yellow and white like sand.
"Vat is dat plaze an je hill dere?"
"It is an old fortress called The Mound. You've never seen its kind before, I know."
"Je Fortrez is ald. Zehrry ald."
"It is very old. It is older than me."
"Ne. Ju alder dan je dart."
"The dirt's older than all of us."
The knight chuckled. His two companions were ignorant people. Their islands had been untouched by the cataclysm the elves had wrought. While his people were destroyed the world over, billions of untold lives, these islanders were untouched and unknown.
How he had found them was a story in itself. A stroke of luck as it were. They were a very interesting people. Their magic was strong, and it had shielded them from the worst of it.
He believed they were untainted by science, and therefore unrestricted.
"Ju zill have nat tald us why we come."
"I saved both your lives. That is reason enough for you to follow me anywhere, correct?"
"Tch."
"Metal man azume mach."
The group made their way up to the fortress slowly. When they arrived the man moved about the place as if he knew it intimately. Going from one stash of his to the next. First he picked up weapons in one of the burned out towers. Shiny like they had just been forged and shined yesterday. Ten rectangles of metal holding a spike out of the top, and a strange contraption that he strapped to his right forearm. A similar contraption with a three foot blade on it was strapped onto his left forearm. The second stash he hit held several small bags of gold and a backpack full of food and several skins of water. It was enough for seven days on the long road for the three of them. And just in case things went bad, the third stash had several vials of red fluid.
They made good time that day, the next they would reach The Long Road.
Time: 8:43 AM
As he stepped on the rocky shore he took in the salt air with a deep breath. The boat that had carried him to this place had shoved off and was already on its way, never to be seen again. It had left three behind. The Knight, and his companions. He began to climb the rocky shore to the ruins of the old keep and fortress that had been there. The companions followed him.
They were male and female and carried nothing but long spears with carved bone tips. Bones worked into armor covered their chests and thighs and forearms. They wore a strange beast's skull as a helmet. Brilliantly colored feathers sprouted out from the back of the skull. Though their skin was forever tan, and their hair was black naturally, they painted both. The woman's hair was a brilliant green, and her skin was a blend of colors here and there, like a natural camouflage. The man's hair remained black, but his body had been painted yellow and white like sand.
"Vat is dat plaze an je hill dere?"
"It is an old fortress called The Mound. You've never seen its kind before, I know."
"Je Fortrez is ald. Zehrry ald."
"It is very old. It is older than me."
"Ne. Ju alder dan je dart."
"The dirt's older than all of us."
The knight chuckled. His two companions were ignorant people. Their islands had been untouched by the cataclysm the elves had wrought. While his people were destroyed the world over, billions of untold lives, these islanders were untouched and unknown.
How he had found them was a story in itself. A stroke of luck as it were. They were a very interesting people. Their magic was strong, and it had shielded them from the worst of it.
He believed they were untainted by science, and therefore unrestricted.
"Ju zill have nat tald us why we come."
"I saved both your lives. That is reason enough for you to follow me anywhere, correct?"
"Tch."
"Metal man azume mach."
The group made their way up to the fortress slowly. When they arrived the man moved about the place as if he knew it intimately. Going from one stash of his to the next. First he picked up weapons in one of the burned out towers. Shiny like they had just been forged and shined yesterday. Ten rectangles of metal holding a spike out of the top, and a strange contraption that he strapped to his right forearm. A similar contraption with a three foot blade on it was strapped onto his left forearm. The second stash he hit held several small bags of gold and a backpack full of food and several skins of water. It was enough for seven days on the long road for the three of them. And just in case things went bad, the third stash had several vials of red fluid.
They made good time that day, the next they would reach The Long Road.