birddlinn
03-19-2011, 08:49 AM
It was a dreary day in Roumen. The only sound Narragansett could hear was the pitter patter of her cat’s paws, disturbing the puddles of water that remained on the concrete. She urged her tired mount to continue on, her speed decreasing with every faithful bound. “I’m almost there,” Narra thought, “just a few more blocks.”
As she neared the blacksmith shop, James waved at her with a warm smile on his cherubic face. James always was the one person Narra could go to. From the beginning, James had helped her find the perfect equipment, jewelry, and he was a great listener. Gray with age, James stroked his bear and began to ask, “Narra, what brings you here on this melancholy day?” Under the safety of his shed, Narra dismounted her cat, and tethered her to the blacksmithing table. The two fires close by from warmed the feline’s fur, and she purred loudly. As Narra caressed the cat, she began to speak.
“James, I need your help. I’ve uncovered something, but am not quite sure what to make of it.” “Let’s have a look see then.” James said, walking over to his table. He pulled a stool out in suggestion that Narragansett take a seat, and sat himself. Narra didn’t feel like sitting, she was too anxious. So instead, she reached inside her knapsack, and pulled out a jar of something black and vile. She opened it, and the stench was overwhelming.
“What is that?” Cried James, clasping his nose with both hands. “I don’t know, but I’ve been finding this ever so often when I kill certain monsters. It seems to be taking over their population. Only some have been infected, but the substance oozes out once they have been slain. I didn’t know what to make of it... I had to come here,” explained Narra. A puzzled James prodded at the substance with a sword he had just crafted a few hours ago. The substance clung to the sword, and sunk in, disappearing very rapidly. “See? Why would the sword absorb that stuff? How is that even possible?”
The sword began to shake violently, and it lifted up into the air. Both backed up quickly, and the sword swung rapidly at the air. “Do something!” yelled a terrified James, ducking under the table from protection of the rogue sword. The sword swung, and struck Narragansett on the hand. Narra grabbed her hammer, and hit the sword mid-air. The sword fell to the floor with a clang, and the black began to ooze out of it. Narra quickly bottled it back up, and stood up, shaking. Her hand was bleeding badly, but skilled in the Cleric class, she quickly healed herself, and the wound was but a simple scar across her hand. James stood up, trembling, and said, “Wh.. whatever that is, you should go to Shutian right away. Something evil is going on here.”
Any critique is welcomed. (:
As she neared the blacksmith shop, James waved at her with a warm smile on his cherubic face. James always was the one person Narra could go to. From the beginning, James had helped her find the perfect equipment, jewelry, and he was a great listener. Gray with age, James stroked his bear and began to ask, “Narra, what brings you here on this melancholy day?” Under the safety of his shed, Narra dismounted her cat, and tethered her to the blacksmithing table. The two fires close by from warmed the feline’s fur, and she purred loudly. As Narra caressed the cat, she began to speak.
“James, I need your help. I’ve uncovered something, but am not quite sure what to make of it.” “Let’s have a look see then.” James said, walking over to his table. He pulled a stool out in suggestion that Narragansett take a seat, and sat himself. Narra didn’t feel like sitting, she was too anxious. So instead, she reached inside her knapsack, and pulled out a jar of something black and vile. She opened it, and the stench was overwhelming.
“What is that?” Cried James, clasping his nose with both hands. “I don’t know, but I’ve been finding this ever so often when I kill certain monsters. It seems to be taking over their population. Only some have been infected, but the substance oozes out once they have been slain. I didn’t know what to make of it... I had to come here,” explained Narra. A puzzled James prodded at the substance with a sword he had just crafted a few hours ago. The substance clung to the sword, and sunk in, disappearing very rapidly. “See? Why would the sword absorb that stuff? How is that even possible?”
The sword began to shake violently, and it lifted up into the air. Both backed up quickly, and the sword swung rapidly at the air. “Do something!” yelled a terrified James, ducking under the table from protection of the rogue sword. The sword swung, and struck Narragansett on the hand. Narra grabbed her hammer, and hit the sword mid-air. The sword fell to the floor with a clang, and the black began to ooze out of it. Narra quickly bottled it back up, and stood up, shaking. Her hand was bleeding badly, but skilled in the Cleric class, she quickly healed herself, and the wound was but a simple scar across her hand. James stood up, trembling, and said, “Wh.. whatever that is, you should go to Shutian right away. Something evil is going on here.”
Any critique is welcomed. (: