Meaning Hidden from View (Chelsea)
May 20, 2011 23:49:36 GMT -6
Post by Valorian on May 20, 2011 23:49:36 GMT -6
Valorian saw fit to not bother the two...friends? He wasn't quite sure that was the best word for it, but he wasn't going to pry or judge.
Who was he to pass judgment on anyone? To look down upon them? Such injustice would that be.
For the young Bishop the night turned to day quietly, as he slipped away. The girl was safe now, with her companions. Perhaps he would be better traveling alone from here on in.
The day break brought with it a new share of surprises for the young boy though. He sat in the inn, eating a quick and quiet breakfast when the two girls came down. Unfortunate, he'd planned to leave before they got up, but apparently even hung over they were early risers. He still had this nagging feeling that there was something around here that he was missing.
Something close, something familiar, but not quite discernible. What was this sense of anticipation and dread he felt? Almost as if something great and horrible would happen at the same time.
So what do you do when you have questions and no answers? Why the answer is known to all adventurers far and wide.
"So..." Valorian said to the bartender. "Has anything odd been happening out here?" Rather an open ended question. Dead rising, diseased animals and psychotic zealots were all common place now a days.
The bartender looked at his sideways, and nodded gruffly. "You mean 'sides the local rumors of horrible evil creatures and what have ya?" He scoffed, clearly not believing them. Valorian would have had to agree, if he hadn't seen them himself anyway. He nodded quietly in response.
"I hear that there've been guys poking around the 'Shrine of the New Dawn' lately. Maybe thieves or something."
Valorian shot a quisical look to the bartender. "Shrine of the New Dawn? There was no such shrine around here the last time I was here..."
The bartender just laughed at him. "I'd say not kid, they just build it a year or so ago! See, some tribesmen found a sword lying out on the plains, just sticking out o' the dirt. Grave marker they said. Well, one of em, being the disrespectful type, tries ta pull it out. Can't even lay a hand on it, some kinda wall pushes 'em back. They guy is so terrified by this, that he decides this is some holy marker and makes a little shrine around the damn thing. I seen it once, ain't nothing like it. Grass grows around it, but never gets unkempt, earth never dries out, it's like the land is blessed. They think it'd been there for about five years, which is 'bout when the Bandit War ended, so people are saying it's some holy relic. Tha sword itself is a piece of work too, it's got these red veins, like fire, carved up and down tha length of tha blade. Never seen anything like it."
Valorian listened intently, and at the barkeepers last words a thought passed through his mind.
Maybe not...but I have...but what would it being doing in the middle of the plains?
Who was he to pass judgment on anyone? To look down upon them? Such injustice would that be.
For the young Bishop the night turned to day quietly, as he slipped away. The girl was safe now, with her companions. Perhaps he would be better traveling alone from here on in.
The day break brought with it a new share of surprises for the young boy though. He sat in the inn, eating a quick and quiet breakfast when the two girls came down. Unfortunate, he'd planned to leave before they got up, but apparently even hung over they were early risers. He still had this nagging feeling that there was something around here that he was missing.
Something close, something familiar, but not quite discernible. What was this sense of anticipation and dread he felt? Almost as if something great and horrible would happen at the same time.
So what do you do when you have questions and no answers? Why the answer is known to all adventurers far and wide.
"So..." Valorian said to the bartender. "Has anything odd been happening out here?" Rather an open ended question. Dead rising, diseased animals and psychotic zealots were all common place now a days.
The bartender looked at his sideways, and nodded gruffly. "You mean 'sides the local rumors of horrible evil creatures and what have ya?" He scoffed, clearly not believing them. Valorian would have had to agree, if he hadn't seen them himself anyway. He nodded quietly in response.
"I hear that there've been guys poking around the 'Shrine of the New Dawn' lately. Maybe thieves or something."
Valorian shot a quisical look to the bartender. "Shrine of the New Dawn? There was no such shrine around here the last time I was here..."
The bartender just laughed at him. "I'd say not kid, they just build it a year or so ago! See, some tribesmen found a sword lying out on the plains, just sticking out o' the dirt. Grave marker they said. Well, one of em, being the disrespectful type, tries ta pull it out. Can't even lay a hand on it, some kinda wall pushes 'em back. They guy is so terrified by this, that he decides this is some holy marker and makes a little shrine around the damn thing. I seen it once, ain't nothing like it. Grass grows around it, but never gets unkempt, earth never dries out, it's like the land is blessed. They think it'd been there for about five years, which is 'bout when the Bandit War ended, so people are saying it's some holy relic. Tha sword itself is a piece of work too, it's got these red veins, like fire, carved up and down tha length of tha blade. Never seen anything like it."
Valorian listened intently, and at the barkeepers last words a thought passed through his mind.
Maybe not...but I have...but what would it being doing in the middle of the plains?