Post by Greybeard on Dec 12, 2015 18:22:29 GMT -5
It is dark outside of Dragonia, where Greybeard's tower resides. Clouds roll in from the west, emanating from the snow covered peaks on the mountain to the west. The storm giants have been awake for some time, their handywork evident now. The dense woodlands that surround the tower are shedding their leaves, making the journey grim. Greybeard and The Alchemist shuffle down the road through the trees. Al pulled the cart behind while Greybeard traveled a few paces ahead, aided by his staff. The path has been carved out by the great number of travelers over the years, but is currently only traveled by these two companions. Their pace is sluggish, which pleased the Alchemist. His girth would only allow him to travel so far before needing a respite and Greybeard was in no mood to stop. The losses have been piling up and moral was at, perhaps, an all time low. His team had lost on Slam, leaving his good friend Lute Boy as Stampy's prisoner. The duo makes their way to the tall, iron gate which swings open slowly and enter. Once inside, Greybeard pauses with his head down, leaning slightly on his staff.
"It's hard to remember such a time Al. We've been through famines, at war with various clans, defended kingdoms....but a long winded teacher and troupe of apprentices have both bested me! Even my partner, the monster Stampy has managed to take our friend and thwart his return. I've done nothing but try to befriend the denizens of WCF since I first arrived and have yet to make a single ally. Not a soul has come to my aid in my quest for justice. What must I do to turn it around?"
The Alchemist set the wagon down, a few laborers ran out to retrieve it, taking it to the workshop. He wiped his brow, a look of agony on his sweaty, sweaty face. He took a moment to gather himself.
"Well...it's kinda like....you're a piece of gold." The Alchemist's tone was not filled with confidence. "Gold is valuable...and you're valuable! Sometimes the price of gold goes down ya know? Then ya gotta...do something else with it. My ex-wife got a gold ring and she pawned it and bought a DVD player for her and her new boyfriend. It was real too. Not like the one I got my second wife. She...."
"Al, you've gotten off track. To get to this animal Stampy, I must strike something he finds valuable....his win/loss record. Although I don't have the grappling strength most do...I do have something else to lean on. On Slam, Stampy will learn a new lesson."
With that, Greybeard stood up straight, assisted by his staff and headed for the Tower to prepare. The clouds from the west continue to roll in.
"It's hard to remember such a time Al. We've been through famines, at war with various clans, defended kingdoms....but a long winded teacher and troupe of apprentices have both bested me! Even my partner, the monster Stampy has managed to take our friend and thwart his return. I've done nothing but try to befriend the denizens of WCF since I first arrived and have yet to make a single ally. Not a soul has come to my aid in my quest for justice. What must I do to turn it around?"
The Alchemist set the wagon down, a few laborers ran out to retrieve it, taking it to the workshop. He wiped his brow, a look of agony on his sweaty, sweaty face. He took a moment to gather himself.
"Well...it's kinda like....you're a piece of gold." The Alchemist's tone was not filled with confidence. "Gold is valuable...and you're valuable! Sometimes the price of gold goes down ya know? Then ya gotta...do something else with it. My ex-wife got a gold ring and she pawned it and bought a DVD player for her and her new boyfriend. It was real too. Not like the one I got my second wife. She...."
"Al, you've gotten off track. To get to this animal Stampy, I must strike something he finds valuable....his win/loss record. Although I don't have the grappling strength most do...I do have something else to lean on. On Slam, Stampy will learn a new lesson."
With that, Greybeard stood up straight, assisted by his staff and headed for the Tower to prepare. The clouds from the west continue to roll in.
