mikelrocks
05-30-2011, 04:11 PM
Hey Guys! I'm making a story about a journey of a young cleric with his friends and this is
chapter one, hope you enjoy.
Humble Beginnings
The journey started with chance, a rather slim one, of becoming great. The slim opportunity of labeling thy self as great. Many take this challenge, many fall though too. "Too much to grind" they whimper on, "My allies are incompetent" they mutter on about, "This was wasn't in my class description when I first came" walking back home to Roumen with a nostalgic feeling of failure.As they wait on the balcony for a new day...but some will rise, keeping there chin up, knocking off the old patches of dust and become what few accomplish, what many dream to be, but ultimately fail. These few were ready from the start of the journey. While many lacked the "stuff" to get of the right foot and ultimately stumble into failure like the many others and are soon to be forgotten.
The time "the few" were born they were optimistic looking to the future, not knowing how it would unfold, but ready to experience the flow of the futures tide. Months went on as "the few" came closer to there destiny, soon days, finally destiny was ready to unfold and the hero picks thy class.
An optimistic group came up to me one day on a glistening morning and Roumen and were happy of there class selections, the journey they said was unfolding to be a grand one. I shook my head and smiled and said "The journey hasn't even started." As they walked away stunned and confused and in my hope curious enough to take that to mind.
chapter one, hope you enjoy.
Humble Beginnings
The journey started with chance, a rather slim one, of becoming great. The slim opportunity of labeling thy self as great. Many take this challenge, many fall though too. "Too much to grind" they whimper on, "My allies are incompetent" they mutter on about, "This was wasn't in my class description when I first came" walking back home to Roumen with a nostalgic feeling of failure.As they wait on the balcony for a new day...but some will rise, keeping there chin up, knocking off the old patches of dust and become what few accomplish, what many dream to be, but ultimately fail. These few were ready from the start of the journey. While many lacked the "stuff" to get of the right foot and ultimately stumble into failure like the many others and are soon to be forgotten.
The time "the few" were born they were optimistic looking to the future, not knowing how it would unfold, but ready to experience the flow of the futures tide. Months went on as "the few" came closer to there destiny, soon days, finally destiny was ready to unfold and the hero picks thy class.
An optimistic group came up to me one day on a glistening morning and Roumen and were happy of there class selections, the journey they said was unfolding to be a grand one. I shook my head and smiled and said "The journey hasn't even started." As they walked away stunned and confused and in my hope curious enough to take that to mind.