The Emergence
Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 9:52 pm
The Emergence
It had been some time since the cries of an infant were heard through the forests of Yew, the boy had grew quickly although the giant arms of the brute still made him seem insignificant. But what he lacked in strength compared to the man mountain he amply made up for with his lightning reflexes and cunning. Training with the brute was...brutal. In his eyes however those that cannot swim, drown and so the nimble young child matured quickly under the watchful eyes and harsh tuition of his mentor. Soon the ache within his bones was faded much like the days, weeks, years spent honing his skills. Of the many lessons learned, one stuck out more than ever as he was dragged once more to his feet...Never underestimate a barbarian and with a wry smile, he dusted down his robes ruffled his hair and sunk once more into his fighting stance...
“Never...do anything...of...any significance...on an empty stomach” Raphael grunted through a mouthful of grub, renowned for his amazing feats in battle the young Jeremiah often wondered whether there was any match, in all of the lands, for his insatiable appetite. Food it seemed was not on the young man’s mind tonight however as his eyes flickered towards the door once more. “He will come,” grunted the barbarian over his diminishing dinner plate. “You’re too skinny anyways to follow in my footsteps.” Jeremiah smiled but before he could reply, the handsome, fair-haired man residing in the corner the corner jumped on the bandwagon. “AND TOO UGLY TO FOLLOW IN MINE!” cried the tailor plying his trade in silence until now. The laughter was cut short as a sharp and subtle knock was heard at the door before the man Jeremiah was waiting presented himself to the house. The brute and the youngster stood for the head priest of the order, the former quickly plummeting back to his seat to carry on eating. Jeremiah turned to Raphael but was quickly cut short by the huge man, “see you around kid...” Obviously not one for emotional farewells the young priest nodded his head, swivelled on his heels and retreated through the door.
Many more moons had passed since that night in the house, yet the young man raised by a barbarian was well on his way to becoming an established priest within the Order of Nature. Zabren it seemed was an excellent teacher much like Raphael had predicted all that time ago. As wise as he was powerful, the kind hearted Zabren not so much taught the young priest but gave him the choices on a path only Jeremiah could navigate. The long road had many alternate destinations but Jeremiah was not to mislay the faith put in him by the head priest and as such, became even more prudent in his training. “The winds of change...wait for no man” murmured the head priest into the unsuspecting ear of the young disciple knelt in front of the altar. The words pierced the mind of Jeremiah as he prayed to the great goddess, Gaea. The answer to such questions it seems never far around the corner...
It had been some time since the cries of an infant were heard through the forests of Yew, the boy had grew quickly although the giant arms of the brute still made him seem insignificant. But what he lacked in strength compared to the man mountain he amply made up for with his lightning reflexes and cunning. Training with the brute was...brutal. In his eyes however those that cannot swim, drown and so the nimble young child matured quickly under the watchful eyes and harsh tuition of his mentor. Soon the ache within his bones was faded much like the days, weeks, years spent honing his skills. Of the many lessons learned, one stuck out more than ever as he was dragged once more to his feet...Never underestimate a barbarian and with a wry smile, he dusted down his robes ruffled his hair and sunk once more into his fighting stance...
“Never...do anything...of...any significance...on an empty stomach” Raphael grunted through a mouthful of grub, renowned for his amazing feats in battle the young Jeremiah often wondered whether there was any match, in all of the lands, for his insatiable appetite. Food it seemed was not on the young man’s mind tonight however as his eyes flickered towards the door once more. “He will come,” grunted the barbarian over his diminishing dinner plate. “You’re too skinny anyways to follow in my footsteps.” Jeremiah smiled but before he could reply, the handsome, fair-haired man residing in the corner the corner jumped on the bandwagon. “AND TOO UGLY TO FOLLOW IN MINE!” cried the tailor plying his trade in silence until now. The laughter was cut short as a sharp and subtle knock was heard at the door before the man Jeremiah was waiting presented himself to the house. The brute and the youngster stood for the head priest of the order, the former quickly plummeting back to his seat to carry on eating. Jeremiah turned to Raphael but was quickly cut short by the huge man, “see you around kid...” Obviously not one for emotional farewells the young priest nodded his head, swivelled on his heels and retreated through the door.
Many more moons had passed since that night in the house, yet the young man raised by a barbarian was well on his way to becoming an established priest within the Order of Nature. Zabren it seemed was an excellent teacher much like Raphael had predicted all that time ago. As wise as he was powerful, the kind hearted Zabren not so much taught the young priest but gave him the choices on a path only Jeremiah could navigate. The long road had many alternate destinations but Jeremiah was not to mislay the faith put in him by the head priest and as such, became even more prudent in his training. “The winds of change...wait for no man” murmured the head priest into the unsuspecting ear of the young disciple knelt in front of the altar. The words pierced the mind of Jeremiah as he prayed to the great goddess, Gaea. The answer to such questions it seems never far around the corner...