Post by Terris on Jul 9, 2014 22:43:39 GMT -8
Terris had decided that he could get used to this fishing thing. It was peaceful, and, with the town's herds not quite ready to sustain the community of people, let alone dragons, the extra food he had been bringing in was welcome.
And so it was, when the weather was fine, and there were no more jobs to be done for the day, he would find himself reclining in a quiet spot by a lake or river, with a rod in hand and a basket of fruit by his side.
Today, against his better judgement, he had brought Morse and Ianoth along. The half grown dragon, and the spirit puppy were having a wonderful time chasing each other around the oasis, and, though they were probably scaring away all the fish, Terris did not have the heart to curtail their horseplay.
"Let them have fun whle they are still young, before the troubles of the world got them down" he thought to himself. Though, there were no real troubles in Wildecrest. Oh, of course, there was the odd altercation where a wild creature was not yet informed about the town, or the incident with the weasel, and there always seemed to be some poor creature that needed rescuing, but on the whole? Yeah, he'd take this life any day over the one he left behind.
His contemplation of his change in situation stalled when he realised everything had gotten quiet. Though he was no parent, at least as far as he knew,...(there had been many a bar wench in his time on whom he may have fathered bastards, but he had never raised a child to adulthood)...he was astute enough to realise that children, human, spirit animal, dragon or otherwise, should not be silent, and were likely in some form of trouble if they were.
He wound in his rod, stood and looked around. Not too far away, his two charges stood, by the edge of the water, their eyes focussed on something he could not quite make out at this distance. He marched toward them, and the sight before him almost stopped his heart.
Half submerged in the water was some kind of nightmare creature, its top half armour plated, like an armadillo, its legs and underbelly covered in what looked like soft fur. The mad architect that had designed the creature had seen fit to give it wings, and a very nasty looking tail, though, unluckily for it, and possibly luckily for him and Ianoth (Morse was not corporeal and probably would not have been in any danger from it), they had not seen fit to give it gills. It was clearly dead, and, seeing as how there was no sign of injury, Terris assumed it had drowned.
His eyes landed on Ianoth, who was moving to poke the body with one outstrectched claw.
"Don't you dare!" he said sternly. Ianoth pulled her claw back as though it had bitten her, and fixed a sullen gaze on the knight.
"None of that. I want you to go find Akanth, and bring him here, and anyone else that might be interested in helping me identify this...whatever it is. We will talk about you touching things that might be dangerous later" he said sternly, and did not wait for her to reply as he wandered off to prepare a place to bury the body.
(300 word challenge, horseplay, architect - 573 words)
And so it was, when the weather was fine, and there were no more jobs to be done for the day, he would find himself reclining in a quiet spot by a lake or river, with a rod in hand and a basket of fruit by his side.
Today, against his better judgement, he had brought Morse and Ianoth along. The half grown dragon, and the spirit puppy were having a wonderful time chasing each other around the oasis, and, though they were probably scaring away all the fish, Terris did not have the heart to curtail their horseplay.
"Let them have fun whle they are still young, before the troubles of the world got them down" he thought to himself. Though, there were no real troubles in Wildecrest. Oh, of course, there was the odd altercation where a wild creature was not yet informed about the town, or the incident with the weasel, and there always seemed to be some poor creature that needed rescuing, but on the whole? Yeah, he'd take this life any day over the one he left behind.
His contemplation of his change in situation stalled when he realised everything had gotten quiet. Though he was no parent, at least as far as he knew,...(there had been many a bar wench in his time on whom he may have fathered bastards, but he had never raised a child to adulthood)...he was astute enough to realise that children, human, spirit animal, dragon or otherwise, should not be silent, and were likely in some form of trouble if they were.
He wound in his rod, stood and looked around. Not too far away, his two charges stood, by the edge of the water, their eyes focussed on something he could not quite make out at this distance. He marched toward them, and the sight before him almost stopped his heart.
Half submerged in the water was some kind of nightmare creature, its top half armour plated, like an armadillo, its legs and underbelly covered in what looked like soft fur. The mad architect that had designed the creature had seen fit to give it wings, and a very nasty looking tail, though, unluckily for it, and possibly luckily for him and Ianoth (Morse was not corporeal and probably would not have been in any danger from it), they had not seen fit to give it gills. It was clearly dead, and, seeing as how there was no sign of injury, Terris assumed it had drowned.
His eyes landed on Ianoth, who was moving to poke the body with one outstrectched claw.
"Don't you dare!" he said sternly. Ianoth pulled her claw back as though it had bitten her, and fixed a sullen gaze on the knight.
"None of that. I want you to go find Akanth, and bring him here, and anyone else that might be interested in helping me identify this...whatever it is. We will talk about you touching things that might be dangerous later" he said sternly, and did not wait for her to reply as he wandered off to prepare a place to bury the body.
(300 word challenge, horseplay, architect - 573 words)
