Stories of Old
Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 1:03 am
Chapter 1: Origins(Part 1)
There was a time when all seemed right. People were happy and all the problems of the world were simply solved. But for some the story was different.
The story begins with a young man full of dreams and thorn by disgrace.
There he was in that boat, the boat he and his father built. Crossing the seas and no more then 17 years old.
«Foolish thoughts» - he thought.
- How will I find that land that I heard my father talking - he said to his dog - I'm a fool by trying to accomplish what my father never did.
It was too late to turn back. He had lost his fathers instruments to the sea and couldn't find his way back home.
His village had been destroyed by the plague, his parents and siblings died along with every single villager. He was out playing with his dog, Nero, when it all happened. He cursed himself for not being there and die along with his family. "Why was I left alive!", he thought many times. The slaughter was made by a mad necromancer that some say died right after the attack by unknown reasons in weird circumstances.
The young boy burned down all the houses in the village so that the plague wouldn't spread to the woods and left on his boat to never set foot on that forsaken land again.
A rumbling sound in the distance...
A storm was brooming, a storm like he never saw, thunders every where and waves so big that his boat seemed like a walnut running down a stream. The boy furled sail. There was no point in fighting the storm.
- Well my friend... - he said, grabbing his companion - We were lucky to get this far! Let the gods decide our faith now!
Young Arthur woke up with a voice. A gentle woman's voice whispering to his ear: "Wake up Arthur! I have great plans for you my young boy. Wake up!".
He could barely see what was happening but it was enough to see a woman fade in the distance, before losing consciousness again.
Hours passed and when he woke up. The sun was almost set. His dog was lying down in the distance and eagles were butchering his body. Arthur pushed himself up in both feet but his legs trembled.
-Aaaaaaahhhh! Go away! - he shouted but his voice wasn't loud enough to scare the birds.
Searching for all the energy he could find within he ran up to the creatures with a stick he found nearby and shooed them away. He grabbed the dogs remains and buried it in the woods near by. Memories of what happened in his village crossed his mind. Since it was almost night he grabbed a few kindlings and started a fire where he roasted an eagle that he managed to kill in the fuss earlier. With full stomach he fell asleep to the sounds of the fire cracking and the waves in the distance.
While sleeping he dreamt of battles with swords and mauls, axes and shields, fighters with no fear for death whatsoever and with eyes showing no mercy and full of courage. He could see that they were driven by a mysterious force that enlightened them and filled their hearts.
Once again, Arthur, waked up with a woman's voice: "This is your future, Arthur. Embrace it and you'll live a long and happy life.". He looked into the skies and wondered if it were goddesses that existed instead of gods...
His mind promptly slipped to a thought: «I got to find a village and get a work!».
He noticed earlier that a path in the woods led north and he followed it. After a few hours walking he saw a house and rushed for it.
"- Finally! Civilization!" - He shouted.
When he got to the house he noticed a man in a yellow robe wondering around. He approached the man.
"- Hey there! I'm Arthur, and you sir?" - Arthur said.
The man turned around in his horse and looked Arthur top to bottom.
"- MARY!" - he shouted - "- Bring me my old stuff!".
The man told him that he was in a guild, named The Wayfarers, and they were responsible for giving new folks some food, shelter and gear so that they could start a life in the city, Britain. While talking about their lives the old man sent a pigeon to his friend, the cook in Britain, so that the boy could get a job.
And so, Arthur started to work for the cook in Britain collecting Wheat and grinding it to make a few coins a day. These coins were his way to Knighthood as the gear for his training was expensive.
After several months he was strong enough and had enough money to follow his own path. He was grateful to the couple that sheltered him and moved to the inn in town. The teachings that the old man passed to him were invaluable to the future that laid before him.
There was a time when all seemed right. People were happy and all the problems of the world were simply solved. But for some the story was different.
The story begins with a young man full of dreams and thorn by disgrace.
There he was in that boat, the boat he and his father built. Crossing the seas and no more then 17 years old.
«Foolish thoughts» - he thought.
- How will I find that land that I heard my father talking - he said to his dog - I'm a fool by trying to accomplish what my father never did.
It was too late to turn back. He had lost his fathers instruments to the sea and couldn't find his way back home.
His village had been destroyed by the plague, his parents and siblings died along with every single villager. He was out playing with his dog, Nero, when it all happened. He cursed himself for not being there and die along with his family. "Why was I left alive!", he thought many times. The slaughter was made by a mad necromancer that some say died right after the attack by unknown reasons in weird circumstances.
The young boy burned down all the houses in the village so that the plague wouldn't spread to the woods and left on his boat to never set foot on that forsaken land again.
A rumbling sound in the distance...
A storm was brooming, a storm like he never saw, thunders every where and waves so big that his boat seemed like a walnut running down a stream. The boy furled sail. There was no point in fighting the storm.
- Well my friend... - he said, grabbing his companion - We were lucky to get this far! Let the gods decide our faith now!
Young Arthur woke up with a voice. A gentle woman's voice whispering to his ear: "Wake up Arthur! I have great plans for you my young boy. Wake up!".
He could barely see what was happening but it was enough to see a woman fade in the distance, before losing consciousness again.
Hours passed and when he woke up. The sun was almost set. His dog was lying down in the distance and eagles were butchering his body. Arthur pushed himself up in both feet but his legs trembled.
-Aaaaaaahhhh! Go away! - he shouted but his voice wasn't loud enough to scare the birds.
Searching for all the energy he could find within he ran up to the creatures with a stick he found nearby and shooed them away. He grabbed the dogs remains and buried it in the woods near by. Memories of what happened in his village crossed his mind. Since it was almost night he grabbed a few kindlings and started a fire where he roasted an eagle that he managed to kill in the fuss earlier. With full stomach he fell asleep to the sounds of the fire cracking and the waves in the distance.
While sleeping he dreamt of battles with swords and mauls, axes and shields, fighters with no fear for death whatsoever and with eyes showing no mercy and full of courage. He could see that they were driven by a mysterious force that enlightened them and filled their hearts.
Once again, Arthur, waked up with a woman's voice: "This is your future, Arthur. Embrace it and you'll live a long and happy life.". He looked into the skies and wondered if it were goddesses that existed instead of gods...
His mind promptly slipped to a thought: «I got to find a village and get a work!».
He noticed earlier that a path in the woods led north and he followed it. After a few hours walking he saw a house and rushed for it.
"- Finally! Civilization!" - He shouted.
When he got to the house he noticed a man in a yellow robe wondering around. He approached the man.
"- Hey there! I'm Arthur, and you sir?" - Arthur said.
The man turned around in his horse and looked Arthur top to bottom.
"- MARY!" - he shouted - "- Bring me my old stuff!".
The man told him that he was in a guild, named The Wayfarers, and they were responsible for giving new folks some food, shelter and gear so that they could start a life in the city, Britain. While talking about their lives the old man sent a pigeon to his friend, the cook in Britain, so that the boy could get a job.
And so, Arthur started to work for the cook in Britain collecting Wheat and grinding it to make a few coins a day. These coins were his way to Knighthood as the gear for his training was expensive.
After several months he was strong enough and had enough money to follow his own path. He was grateful to the couple that sheltered him and moved to the inn in town. The teachings that the old man passed to him were invaluable to the future that laid before him.