Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 15:04:41 GMT
Words: 423
Total: 423
Tags: blade
Notes: I hope this is okay for you. I just couldn't think of another way to start it.
It was a nice day to wander about the surrounding forests of Londinium. Ciriodhûl happily sighed. He had always loved hiking and now that he was making his path through the forest near the street connecting Londinium and Sarum he realized that he never really came here to just enjoy the nature. The game makers certainly did a good job at creating a typical European forest. However, the peace did not hold for long. He was still quite near the city when a loud crack burst through the leaves. Startled by the sudden noise the cleric curiously looked around. What was going on? The crack had come out of the street’s direction. It took not long for him to decide to take a look at what have happened. Maybe someone was in need for help.
As he reached the street he saw what had cracked. A few meters ahead the cart of a rather old man had lost one wheel and now lopsidedly laid on the rough underground. Ciriodhûl gently walked to the man who was inspecting his broken vehicle with a desperate look on his face. In the cart he had stored all kinds of fruits. Inferring from the direction the cart faced he was in front of a countryman on his way to Londinium to sell his harvest.
“How could that happen?”, the old man murmured inside his right hand, when Ciriodhûl was already behind him. “May I be of assistance?”, he said and the man jumped up in surprise and flinched. “Help! A bandit!”, he cried and almost fell inside his own fruits. After he had taken a closer look, however, he found his composure again and relaxed. “You almost scared the pants off me, young man. I am Gregor and I could really use some help. And you are?”
“I am Ciriodhûl, an adventurer and not a bandit.”, he replied with a smile on his face and indicated a bow. “Although this fruits of yours might make me one.”
“I am not in the mood for jokes at the moment … Ciriodhûl was it? It seems that my wheel broke, but I can’t get another one as long as my fruits are here alone. I knew, I should have let my son come with me.”
“So what if I stayed here and looked over your fruits? Then you could go into town and get a new wheel.”, the cleric offered.
“I don’t know. You seem trustworthy. But it might take a few hours and you don’t look particularly strong.”
Total: 423
Tags: blade
Notes: I hope this is okay for you. I just couldn't think of another way to start it.
It was a nice day to wander about the surrounding forests of Londinium. Ciriodhûl happily sighed. He had always loved hiking and now that he was making his path through the forest near the street connecting Londinium and Sarum he realized that he never really came here to just enjoy the nature. The game makers certainly did a good job at creating a typical European forest. However, the peace did not hold for long. He was still quite near the city when a loud crack burst through the leaves. Startled by the sudden noise the cleric curiously looked around. What was going on? The crack had come out of the street’s direction. It took not long for him to decide to take a look at what have happened. Maybe someone was in need for help.
As he reached the street he saw what had cracked. A few meters ahead the cart of a rather old man had lost one wheel and now lopsidedly laid on the rough underground. Ciriodhûl gently walked to the man who was inspecting his broken vehicle with a desperate look on his face. In the cart he had stored all kinds of fruits. Inferring from the direction the cart faced he was in front of a countryman on his way to Londinium to sell his harvest.
“How could that happen?”, the old man murmured inside his right hand, when Ciriodhûl was already behind him. “May I be of assistance?”, he said and the man jumped up in surprise and flinched. “Help! A bandit!”, he cried and almost fell inside his own fruits. After he had taken a closer look, however, he found his composure again and relaxed. “You almost scared the pants off me, young man. I am Gregor and I could really use some help. And you are?”
“I am Ciriodhûl, an adventurer and not a bandit.”, he replied with a smile on his face and indicated a bow. “Although this fruits of yours might make me one.”
“I am not in the mood for jokes at the moment … Ciriodhûl was it? It seems that my wheel broke, but I can’t get another one as long as my fruits are here alone. I knew, I should have let my son come with me.”
“So what if I stayed here and looked over your fruits? Then you could go into town and get a new wheel.”, the cleric offered.
“I don’t know. You seem trustworthy. But it might take a few hours and you don’t look particularly strong.”
