Go West, Young Monk!
Jun 24, 2010 22:08:05 GMT -6
Post by Kishou on Jun 24, 2010 22:08:05 GMT -6
Somewhere in the vast barren wasteland, which was once called Ostia, all life was nearly non-existent. One could sit and stare at the land and notice nothing happening. But there's always a surprise that may startle others, something unexpected, that may prove otherwise.
Such a surprise came in the form of a hand popping out from the dirt. It wasn't immediate; the hand had to claw through layers of dirt above it in slow repetition, before finally breaking to the surface. The hand planted itself firmly on the ground, tensed down onto it, and soon an elbow was peaking through the dirt. Then some hair...
With tremendous effort, a head and upper body appeared out of the ground, let out a loud sigh of relief. The man was garbed in a white and red robe, stained in dirt and dust, and his face looked less than wear. Anyone could tell he was a monk, or at least a man of the church.
Now with most of his body free, the monk continued to pull himself out gasping for air as if nearly choked underwater. To be fair, being underneath so much dirt and earth after a cave-in on a underground passage way, he was surprised he even made it out ALIVE.
"I wonder what happened to the others..." Kishou sighed. Aaron, Rein, Bridget... they were all gone. He wasn't sure what happened to anyone, but at least he can hope they managed to escape to. He managed to survive, after all, and a monk at that.
He sighed, glazing around the scenery of dead grass, piles of ash, and smoldering buildings. So many people dead or worse... he wasn't sure where to start, being separated from the rest of the mercenaries (and Bridget).
As of now, Kishou wasn't sure what his first course of action should be. But, if he managed on his own well enough before running into Aaron and the gang, perhaps Etruria would shine good fortune on him once again. But for now, he needed rest. Perhaps a quick nap would suffice...
Such a surprise came in the form of a hand popping out from the dirt. It wasn't immediate; the hand had to claw through layers of dirt above it in slow repetition, before finally breaking to the surface. The hand planted itself firmly on the ground, tensed down onto it, and soon an elbow was peaking through the dirt. Then some hair...
With tremendous effort, a head and upper body appeared out of the ground, let out a loud sigh of relief. The man was garbed in a white and red robe, stained in dirt and dust, and his face looked less than wear. Anyone could tell he was a monk, or at least a man of the church.
Now with most of his body free, the monk continued to pull himself out gasping for air as if nearly choked underwater. To be fair, being underneath so much dirt and earth after a cave-in on a underground passage way, he was surprised he even made it out ALIVE.
"I wonder what happened to the others..." Kishou sighed. Aaron, Rein, Bridget... they were all gone. He wasn't sure what happened to anyone, but at least he can hope they managed to escape to. He managed to survive, after all, and a monk at that.
He sighed, glazing around the scenery of dead grass, piles of ash, and smoldering buildings. So many people dead or worse... he wasn't sure where to start, being separated from the rest of the mercenaries (and Bridget).
As of now, Kishou wasn't sure what his first course of action should be. But, if he managed on his own well enough before running into Aaron and the gang, perhaps Etruria would shine good fortune on him once again. But for now, he needed rest. Perhaps a quick nap would suffice...