Post by Frost on Sept 12, 2015 15:36:00 GMT
@ Solo
@ Solo
WORDS | 597
T WORDS | 597
Don’t cry– your tears will freeze.
Rumors were spread by those around him, landers and adventures alike. Supposedly there was a group of sages that were uncovering knowledge of an old, ancient civilization. One that predated the mysterious Alvs, who's blood flew through him. Not pure, mind you. It was diluted, but he was an Alv. Half Alvs they were called. The race carried strange markings on their tongues. Whether or not it was only unique to their descendants left here today he didn't know. Perhaps there were other markings sprawled across their bodies. Unique, beautiful patterns. Ones unimaginable by the people of today. Long lost, never to be found again. Forever a mystery.
The sages weren't adventurers, however. They were landers from what he had heard, npcs. Once mindless beings, now people just like him. Quite astonishing really. No time to be admiring them, no no. The bard had to hurry! Word on the street was that one of the individuals was holding a conference. It was meant to happen in a large garden square. They came from an order he'd never heard of, one going by the name of the "Messier Order." Whether or not it was technically considered a guild and they had one was beyond him. Maybe some of the adventurer sages were also in the order, helping with the research? Or perhaps not. Maybe their knowledge wasn't to be shared with outsiders, for free at least. Did they seek power or maybe fortune from those who had walked this earth long ago? Whatever they wanted or knew he'd have to find out. Frost would be one of the many adventurers in the crowd to test the validity of the claims. Assuming he'd be able to. He'd be lucky if he was able to get a spot up close with the rate he was jogging at.
The bard weaved through the crowd of people who had gathered. He had expected there to be a lot of people. But not this many. It was like a Black Friday, but worse. "Holy hell" he thought as he pushed to get a spot up close. Last thing he wanted was to not be able to hear, or possibly lose out on something thrown up front to the crowd. A man could dream, right? Or in his case a teen. Even in this world it was unlikely that he would be treated way above his age. But in this world they were all equals, kind of? They were all separated by levels, so that was likely a lie. At his level he'd be seen as a nobody. Worthless junk. "What good is having him around?" people would likely say. Doesn't matter what they think though. Anyway, this was just some speech, wasn't like they'd be asked to group up to do anything. Right?
There was pushing and shoving of the people around the low leveled bard, which was unfortunate. There'd be the occasional curse thrown at him or around him. "Eh, watch it!" A man beside him yelled, due to the black haired individual accidentally stepping on his few. "Uh s-sorry" he said, looking down and pushing a head. Wasn't long before he had a good view in front of him. The sage was someone he'd never seen before. Wasn't recognizable in any way shape or form. They were wearing robes he could never dream of seeing on himself, much less afford. It was so eye catching, and large. Couldn't make out any of the sage's features. But from the sound of the voice which rang out crystal clear it was a male.
The sages weren't adventurers, however. They were landers from what he had heard, npcs. Once mindless beings, now people just like him. Quite astonishing really. No time to be admiring them, no no. The bard had to hurry! Word on the street was that one of the individuals was holding a conference. It was meant to happen in a large garden square. They came from an order he'd never heard of, one going by the name of the "Messier Order." Whether or not it was technically considered a guild and they had one was beyond him. Maybe some of the adventurer sages were also in the order, helping with the research? Or perhaps not. Maybe their knowledge wasn't to be shared with outsiders, for free at least. Did they seek power or maybe fortune from those who had walked this earth long ago? Whatever they wanted or knew he'd have to find out. Frost would be one of the many adventurers in the crowd to test the validity of the claims. Assuming he'd be able to. He'd be lucky if he was able to get a spot up close with the rate he was jogging at.
The bard weaved through the crowd of people who had gathered. He had expected there to be a lot of people. But not this many. It was like a Black Friday, but worse. "Holy hell" he thought as he pushed to get a spot up close. Last thing he wanted was to not be able to hear, or possibly lose out on something thrown up front to the crowd. A man could dream, right? Or in his case a teen. Even in this world it was unlikely that he would be treated way above his age. But in this world they were all equals, kind of? They were all separated by levels, so that was likely a lie. At his level he'd be seen as a nobody. Worthless junk. "What good is having him around?" people would likely say. Doesn't matter what they think though. Anyway, this was just some speech, wasn't like they'd be asked to group up to do anything. Right?
There was pushing and shoving of the people around the low leveled bard, which was unfortunate. There'd be the occasional curse thrown at him or around him. "Eh, watch it!" A man beside him yelled, due to the black haired individual accidentally stepping on his few. "Uh s-sorry" he said, looking down and pushing a head. Wasn't long before he had a good view in front of him. The sage was someone he'd never seen before. Wasn't recognizable in any way shape or form. They were wearing robes he could never dream of seeing on himself, much less afford. It was so eye catching, and large. Couldn't make out any of the sage's features. But from the sound of the voice which rang out crystal clear it was a male.
