Post by Gryphyx on Nov 19, 2014 11:36:05 GMT -7
Character Name: Slag Fats
Chararacter Session & Transaction Log
Character & Description:
A man entered the room. He was clean, calm, fit, and held neither love nor malice in his eyes. "You will rest for one more day then you will leave. I will see you safe from the mountain." With that he left.
The following day the man came to retrieve him as promised. He gave him a warm coat and bade him follow. Slag did. Yet as they were leaving the strange village the boy saw a couple men shoot bows towards targets. Curious, he walked over. Seeing a smaller bow he picked it up and did his best to mimic the men. He enjoyed it, and continued until his fingers bled and his left forearm raw from the string hitting it too many times.
He wasn't sure how long had passed but it must have been hours. He turned and the man still stood behind him. The man turned and walked back to the room. Slag hurried to catch up, wondering what was going on. When he caught up the man spoke, "You will rest for one more day then you will leave. I will see you safe from the mountain."
The next day saw a repeat of the same. As did the next, and the one after that. The boy didn't even realize when the ritual ended or when he became one with the village. Week after week, month after month, year after year, the boy practiced with the bow. Soon the boy was a man. No longer did the string hit his forearm. Calluses kept his fingers safe. And thanks to rigorous training and a simple diet, Slag Fats was no longer fat.
Chararacter Session & Transaction Log
Character & Description:
A man entered the room. He was clean, calm, fit, and held neither love nor malice in his eyes. "You will rest for one more day then you will leave. I will see you safe from the mountain." With that he left.
The following day the man came to retrieve him as promised. He gave him a warm coat and bade him follow. Slag did. Yet as they were leaving the strange village the boy saw a couple men shoot bows towards targets. Curious, he walked over. Seeing a smaller bow he picked it up and did his best to mimic the men. He enjoyed it, and continued until his fingers bled and his left forearm raw from the string hitting it too many times.
He wasn't sure how long had passed but it must have been hours. He turned and the man still stood behind him. The man turned and walked back to the room. Slag hurried to catch up, wondering what was going on. When he caught up the man spoke, "You will rest for one more day then you will leave. I will see you safe from the mountain."
The next day saw a repeat of the same. As did the next, and the one after that. The boy didn't even realize when the ritual ended or when he became one with the village. Week after week, month after month, year after year, the boy practiced with the bow. Soon the boy was a man. No longer did the string hit his forearm. Calluses kept his fingers safe. And thanks to rigorous training and a simple diet, Slag Fats was no longer fat.
