Post by Adian on Apr 28, 2003 12:44:15 GMT -5
The days had seemed such a blur of late to the old woodsman. The group he had come to love were always so busy with their own lives and little excitement was found in the Spiritwood Forest of late. After the renovation of Kaer O'Rourke things had settled down. The large framed man sit along the top of the balcony over looking the large thicket of woods. Was it time to move fully into the new lands and follow his family or would he simply remain a part of this old tower.
Watching along the forests edge in front of the large building a hind stepped into the clearing. The spots on her back let it be known right away she was very young. The young hind began to graze upon the foilage in the clearing surrounding the tower, whilst a small frame hawk flew overhead
With the grace of a cat, the man grabbed the bannister around the balcony and leaped over it to the ground. The hind stood with a bit of suprise in its eyes, then turned and bolted into the woods.
Along the wall of foilage a thick of honey suckle lay in bloom. The smell was overwhelming and the sent of jasmine close by was carried on the light wind as well. He thought to himself, nothing could compare to the life here in the Spiritwood Forest. There could not be such a place anywhere in the world as quiet and peaceful as the home he had made here.
The man walked over to the out building he began to saddle his horse. Softly rubbing its muzzle and mane he spoke quietly to the stallion and then climbed unto it. With a sudden turn the two bolted headlong into the forest with amazing speed toward the east.
Riding hard and fast the stallion leaped over logs and pulled left then right in and out around trees along the way. The branches and leafs slapped the rider, thorns tore at his armor clad body, still they rode hard. After a good hour of hard riding the two slowed to a trot and soon the woods opened up again to a small meadow littered with oddly shaped peices of granite.
The man climbed down from his mount and tethered it to a nearby bush and made his way across the meadow stopping and kneeling by each peice of the granite and saying a few soft words. It had been some time since he had visited the graves of his old friends and commrades. Names such as Seraphim, Lithium, Ironheart, Sethborne, Chenin, Thom, Gwar, Saltbush, Aramis,Kheldan, Maladon, Autumn, Spring, Vickie, Titan, Fujiwara, Austen,Jasmine, Petrovo, Fran, Mathonwy, Mac Gregor,Wolf Silveroak, Bane, Phyrra, Brother Dan, Miles, Lourdes, Zanthos....
The names were flowing from his mind as the tears from his eyes. It had been good days these friends had come to know in a different time. Yet all were now gone, yet he had refused to yeild and leave the lands.
Looking to the far end of the clearing a large stone stood high above the rest. The red haired man took a few steps and circled around to the front of the stone. The name upon it read Amairgen the Wizard. Reaching into his pack the man pulled fourth one of each reagent and laid them upon the stone and spoke a soft prayer for his old but not forgotten friend.
After a few quiet moments the man stood up and walked across the meadow and climbed upon the stallion and together they both slipped quietly into the dark cover and refuge of the Spiritwoods.
Watching along the forests edge in front of the large building a hind stepped into the clearing. The spots on her back let it be known right away she was very young. The young hind began to graze upon the foilage in the clearing surrounding the tower, whilst a small frame hawk flew overhead
With the grace of a cat, the man grabbed the bannister around the balcony and leaped over it to the ground. The hind stood with a bit of suprise in its eyes, then turned and bolted into the woods.
Along the wall of foilage a thick of honey suckle lay in bloom. The smell was overwhelming and the sent of jasmine close by was carried on the light wind as well. He thought to himself, nothing could compare to the life here in the Spiritwood Forest. There could not be such a place anywhere in the world as quiet and peaceful as the home he had made here.
The man walked over to the out building he began to saddle his horse. Softly rubbing its muzzle and mane he spoke quietly to the stallion and then climbed unto it. With a sudden turn the two bolted headlong into the forest with amazing speed toward the east.
Riding hard and fast the stallion leaped over logs and pulled left then right in and out around trees along the way. The branches and leafs slapped the rider, thorns tore at his armor clad body, still they rode hard. After a good hour of hard riding the two slowed to a trot and soon the woods opened up again to a small meadow littered with oddly shaped peices of granite.
The man climbed down from his mount and tethered it to a nearby bush and made his way across the meadow stopping and kneeling by each peice of the granite and saying a few soft words. It had been some time since he had visited the graves of his old friends and commrades. Names such as Seraphim, Lithium, Ironheart, Sethborne, Chenin, Thom, Gwar, Saltbush, Aramis,Kheldan, Maladon, Autumn, Spring, Vickie, Titan, Fujiwara, Austen,Jasmine, Petrovo, Fran, Mathonwy, Mac Gregor,Wolf Silveroak, Bane, Phyrra, Brother Dan, Miles, Lourdes, Zanthos....
The names were flowing from his mind as the tears from his eyes. It had been good days these friends had come to know in a different time. Yet all were now gone, yet he had refused to yeild and leave the lands.
Looking to the far end of the clearing a large stone stood high above the rest. The red haired man took a few steps and circled around to the front of the stone. The name upon it read Amairgen the Wizard. Reaching into his pack the man pulled fourth one of each reagent and laid them upon the stone and spoke a soft prayer for his old but not forgotten friend.
After a few quiet moments the man stood up and walked across the meadow and climbed upon the stallion and together they both slipped quietly into the dark cover and refuge of the Spiritwoods.