How I lost my life
| My disappearance may have come to some surpise to some and frankly neither did I like the lack of updating on the blog. First I was just lazy and/or over whelmed, but then I became too busy. But no point on just leaving this to die, while there is quite a lot that there was to miss life contines to add adventure to my plate.As I recall I was thinking about bringing along some art tools to the LARP and draw some commission of player's characters as a way to earn some gold. I was a little shy about the idea but the interest in gold suited my character well and would allow me something to do as I sat alone most of the time. A fews days after my choice my sister comes home with this cute little wicker suit case that I intantly stole for my supplies. I set myself up with a little set of junk. I had a collection of fancy and old papers that would suit all their fancy, all sorts of coloured inks, and even taped a feather to my quill. I also put in a litte chest inside for jewelery and the such. However my leather backpack of clothes hadn't grown any smaller so my luggage was quite a lot. Thankfully I didn't have to lug around my wooden shield or axe too.I remember the weathre was horriable but thankfully a little warmer. The whole camp was muddy and it didn't help that my bed was in the guard's guild up the hill from the main Inn where I had to walk over the worn battle field. Howevere I did not mind being ankel deep in mud.The first night started as it always did with me sitting alone at the Inn. After a while I figured I might was well use my time and treked all the way back to my effects to fetch my quill, a bottle of ink, my notebook and a tiny little book about tarot I had bought a while ago. I then sat writting down any useful information that I didn't already have into my book. It didn't take long as it was one of those cheep supplimentery books and put my items away in a safe spot on one of the dining tables. Bored again I decided to join the table next to me who were playing card games all day. A few of them had already tried and left by the tmie I joined and the ones left didn't know really what to play anymore. I offered to teach them a few games after I found they did not know how to play them, but they didn't much feel like it the work.I found myself playing a game of spit to which I won and they were amazed at my grand speed. I found myself a little bottle of something and being drinking that down as I played the game. But after the game no one felt up to it anymore and went on to their own things. However two satyrs came about to my table offering drink and we all sat around terriorizing some poor sane gypsy or what ever she was. I didn't do much but laugh drunkenly as the satyrs ranted on about how glass never lies. I forgot what item always lied. We migrated over to the smithy where we terrorized more people who clearly needed to be more drunk. All the while I just laughed and added some input. After a while I tried to study my noted but some people thought we had problems. One person went as far as saying their conversation was brain cell cancer causing. I was amused.At once point a young healer was looking about for some advice on getting the attention of a young fighter and was instantly pointed over to the gypies as they are known for their loose ways. When their basic advice of social interaction did not suit her she found her way over to the sayters who instantly thought that a spell would do the trick. They called over the young fighter in question and using their silly forset magic requested to him to be nice to her. He responded that he was already nice to her, so they asked him to be more nicer to her. It lasted a short while but nothing happened between the two. Of course the general evils of the forest were wondering about that night and a few not to do good goblins found their way into the inn. I'm not much to figting as I am weak and did my best to avoid them. The sayters generally don't like fighting either and sought my protection as I was the one with the giant shield. It was like clock work, a goblin would crash in the general lot tried their best to kill it and we huddled on a bench ready to hit it, and perhaps get killed, if one ever got near enough. Which was a silly idea considering we were right next to he enterance directly facing the woods. We were more lazy then scared.However a goblin did great close enough to us. He was fighting off some random do gooder and backed off into our corner. I was some distance away ready incase it decided to attack me but the sayters remained seated on the bench not willing to get their lazy drunk asses up. But the goblin paid no mind to them at all and just stood their inches away as the inhabitant of the Inn finshed him off.We wondered about drunkenly bothering sleepy towns folk and opening making comments about them. There was this one guy, he was just shady. The young female went as far as saying that he was soooo shady, look at that shady hat, which was true as he had a robber's beanie. But we agreed he was a cool guy, just shady. A few times he was quitly call me over and in a sly unnoticable move cast a quick spell over me that would up my health for the day. It was a helpful geaster but then he'd hide back again into the shadows... with that shady look of his.The night was advancing and I found myself once again fozen to no believe. At least the mud was frosen also which made it easier to walk on. But it stuck to me and I found myself in a horriable mood. I recall not wanting to walk all the way back to my cabin as the night proved not very safe. I recall wanting someone to walk me over but I don't know remeber anyone did in the end. But I made it there to which everyone was already fast asleep. I felt lonely and cold. I tried my best to remove my boots and over clothing as to not get my bedding soiled and I curled up in my thin blanket. I wondered why in god's hell was the window open but closing it proved no better. I remeber it was so cold and I didn't want to be there. The Inn, I was sure, wouldn't be much warmer and there would certainly be a chance of someone or something killing you in your sleep, if I even got there alive to begin with. I was safe there but I in such a horriable mood. Where was the one person I knew? But of course that's such a selfish thought. I don't know what was worse, my pyhiscal pain or my saddness.I didn't sleep much and found that I was one of the last few people to awake in the cabin. I didn't know who anyone was and I'm sure they all wondered why the hell I was there. I quitly gathered my clothes and went over to the bathroom trying my best not to get my feet dirty on the mud wet floor. I stood on the toilet seat as I changed for that was the only clean foot space. Goodness it wasn't even thatold when it snowed.I took my drawing case in one hand, my shield in the other and hooked my axe on my belt like I normally do. Not two yrds away from the cabin I robber shows up and strikes me down. It was the best way to start the day after such a cold and lonely self loathing night; being left for dead in clear day light in one hit. That's one of the things that always bothered me, I always went down in one hit while I stuggled to make any sort of damage on my enemy. But thankfully someone passed by to their way to the woods and healed me up shortly after and I continued my way to the Inn.I set up my drawings and tools at the edge of a table, the very few empty places and sought out the one who sold market licesnes. I had very few gold and paid him for the documents then began to doodle at my station. And old monk next to me bickered at the market owner for his liecesnce as expired and was upset over bring all sorts of food he would not be able to sell.Almost instantly the commissions began and I spent most of the day working on them. Soon I had gather enough gold to buy a very good breakfeast of cheese, meats and breads. I munches away at these as I drew in much better moods. People were finially noticing me. I was starting to earn a lot of gold. And I was doing something I liked. But mainly I was in better mood because I was fed and wasn't sitting around doing nothing like I always did.I ignored the general events and troubles that happened around me as they generally didn't concern me. No one cared about me. People's friend's were being kidnapped and monters were attacking the town but I sat by the fire finishing up my work, doing something.Then I became bored. I had finished my work and had not excepted any more offers. I could have spent the hold day drawing but I was growing bored of that too. I packed up my things and put them away at the cabin. I then sat around the Inn again looking for something to do. I would not dream of wondering around the woods on my own for I would certainly be killed. I was so defensless and useless.A young merchant came to the inn ranting about how her whole caravan of traders were raided. The idea of some sort of reward drove me off to the woods with about three others and we wondered about looking for these thevies. We managed to get a sort of lead upon them a half the party went off back to the Inn to get some help. As I waited with the young girl we found a route that would lead us to the base much more faster then before. Soon it seemed liked half the town had trailed along to where the trouble awaited. We made it all to the site where the fire burnt charts shattered about and the dead bodies were abound. I was upset at the fact that all the goods had been stolen already and no reward would come of the trip. And then all the bandits started to appear. It suddenly looked like the whole town was there fighting off the guys. I downed a few but kept my disance from any trouble. It all ended after a while, some people had epic battles while I struggles to keep alive. The size of the group died down as they went about their own business and what was left of us attended to some mater at the mage guide by the lake. What happened already ended by the time we got there but the basic all around guys made it their business to know what was going on. It was some sort of junk about evil magic and dark stuff that I didn't care much about. Most of them started to head to a church so I just went back to the Inn.A shady fellow called me over on my way across the field requesting that I go over to a far off spot in the woods to awaken some sort of lord who had not been in town in ages. I didn't knew who he was or who the fellow speaking to me was so I just gave him a mean look and continued my way in. He reacted as if I wasn't the only one who didn't believe him. Turns out he was telling the truth for at the feast that night the lord was present next to the king.There was general commotion about as more no gooders tried to bother us but I kept to myself. Food came and I found myself bored again at what ever interested the rest of the town. But it turns out the salad was piosoned and I found myself falling to the floor. Silly thing though all the healers and the like were all in the room anyways so the few that were able did their magic and the whole lot of us was better in only a few mintues. Of course that cause drama among the people who cared and they went about to fight stuff.But then all the strings starts to pull together and we found that a giant band of outlaws, the which of had been annoying us the past few days, wented to take the town over for their very own. As a traveler I found no interest in defending a town I did not call home so when the lord called out to gather fighters for the battle I did not say my input. I was tired and found myself taking a nap by the fire huddled about to the point were even well to do's couldn't notice I was there at all. However my sleep was interupted by some social and drunk fauns or what ever they were we had gathered at the smith's table. A small number of girls were taking turns signing songs and trying to show off their "skills". It was such a horriable nosie and I couldn't get away from it. I wanted to just go up to the tale and await a turn until I could outsign them all. But egos always blind people anyways. It got so much on my nerves that I found the lord by the bar and requested a spot in his amry. Dying in the battle feild sounded like a better idea then having to sit around and listen to them "sing".The lord was just calming down. He had spent the last few hours grouping together the fighters into teams and bossing people around. It had gotten on my nerves how bossy he was and it was now that he too saw how over dramatic he had been. It was just stress but after like an hour of waiting for the enemy army he learned to relax. I was teamed up with what looked like a nice lot of people, only about five of us total. The idea was that we'd watch each other's back, and when in battle, moving us around would be more easier.Soon the intensity of what was going to happen setted in and up on the hill appeared the goblins and their lot. A horriable site. It became clear that it was no longer volenteer work and no one dared stay at the Inn. I didn't want to be the old man out doing noting all alone and I found myself forced into it.We walked off into the dark, forzen mud crunching under our boots. We formed a wall facing them and stood off. A small exchange took place a some magical blast shot as well as some arrows but at that moment it was fairly civil. The people with shield were urged to go to the front as it's only logical and I found myself pushed forward to where I didn't want to be. I noticed there was a considerable ammount of us missing, I found later one that they were all fighting up near the church deep in the woods. That's were most of the death's happened.And then the choas began.The organization shattered as we all charged to fight. My small group members found more important matters with their own lives and friends. I had no friends to look after my back. I was all alone on that battle field defending a town I did not care about. Soon my shield broke and I had to leave it in the mud. I had fallen a few times and was quickly healed in the middle of the commotions. But it grew more and more harder to stand off.Someone cut hard down at my legs and I found myself crawling around until someone found me and brought me to a healer. I had to wait down the hill until I was able to stand again only to go back and get then cut down again. Why was I fighting? I wasn't helping them at all, I was only using up their magical resources. I was only a burden.A small group of wounded and weak drew back into the inn and I joined them. I watched as the brave and strong battled outside. I had brought my shield in and rested it by the wal. While it was useless I could still have it repaired if I managed to live. While everyone tended to themselves or others I found myself with nothing to do but drink what ever I could find left over from the feast. Someone commented on my good idea. |
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