Jump to content

A Dead Man's Dream

 Share


Heff

Recommended Posts

 

 

The Thief passed out as the heat grew intense and the water surrounded him... soon he we be with his friend, he thought. Slowly he sunk down into the ocean, unconscious, dreaming of entering the gates of Heaven and meeting with his friend Talibar. Everyone thought him dead, as did he. He spent a great time in heaven, catching up with his brother. But instead of sinking to an ocean grave, he awoke on a beach. Surrounded by pieces of his raft, charred and burnt. He stood up, this couldn't be! The Thief began to pace around, finding something to kill himself with. He found a vine, threw it over a tree and tied a noose... he lowered himself into the noose when a thought hit him... he couldn't do it. His first attempt failed, and now he couldn't bring himself to do it. Seeing no point in returning to the cursed land of Anthos he dwelled on this tropical island. Reverting back to his burglary ways, but stealing eggs from birds and crabs from gulls. Eventually the Thief was driven mad, mumbling to himself, believing him to be an infamous thief amongst the island-creatures. One day, sitting by a dying fire he looked into the crackling flames and saw a man who he hadn't seen in ages... an old four-fingered black-smith, crying over a dagger. The Thief snapped out of his mad haze and resolved that he would return to Anthos. Gathering sticks and stones, and vine he made another raft. Filling it with his stolen shells, crab legs, and un-hatched bird eggs. He set sail across the sea, no longer would he dwell as a dead man. Because once Bod was dead inside... he would finally be forced to start living. 

XH1qRNP.jpg

((I know its not my best post or my best write but  I Just needed a post for this char)

Link to post
Share on other sites

i still btr thief tho

Link to post
Share on other sites

Lark stands on the deck of the Sea Strelt, looking out to sea as some strelts lean on the rails, fishing silently. He narrows his eyes, thinking he sees a raft in the distance. He blinks hard, the raft disappeared and thoughts of his past surfaces. "Bod.."

Link to post
Share on other sites

i still btr thief tho

((heh yuwsh))

Link to post
Share on other sites

Lorik eats supper, alone, in his home, gathering his thoughts after a long day. Soon after, he remembers his old friend Bod..

He recalls traveling with him, watching him leave Kralta, creating swords with him, then eventually, creating his grave. A tear runs down Lorik's cheek as he finishes his meal.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Guest
This topic is now closed to further replies.
 Share

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...