A Pebble’s Journey

[King_Kunuk 3022]

A Pebble’s Journey

[This is a self role play post done, as the character of Osar has a journey through the woods]

 

Day 1: Departure

 

Osar trodden through the woods, next to him was a river that flowed with rushing water. As he walked, he glanced down at the river bank and inspected the many stones upon it. Smallest of pebbles that have been cast adrift; set to sit upon the shore of the running water until it is reduced to sand.

 

“Curse that Asbjorn,” the elf grumbles as he looks into the distance. There was nothing but woods as far as he could see. “Find the origin of a pebble? For what? I could be doing better things than this. I could be with my books! By my fire pit, with a cup of mead mixed with tea and good company to share with. But no- I am stuck in these blasted woods… my boots muck ridden, my cloak and tunic already tearing at the seams.”

 

He would take a fist full of the pebbles from the river bank into his hand and angrily throw them into the water. Impulsive for the normally calm elf- but he was far out of his element. Still- he held onto the small pebble that he had picked out earlier. It pushed against his thigh most annoyingly.

 

Day 3: Spiteful Curiosity

 

Hunger. Osar was hungry. He had rations, yes, but he was used to more lavish food stuff- being an elf of the Silver State of Haelun’or. Fresh cut salad, cured pork and chicken, fruits of all sorts. But all he had was jerky and bread.

 

His mood was not helped by the fact that he was now wet. Rain poured down upon him from above. He sat under a tree, providing some shelter- but he was barely keeping up.

 

“This… this is horrible…” he mumbles, looking down the river he was walking alongside. The pebbles still lingers on the shore- but every so often he would spot a larger rock. Curious, he thought, having ignored such on the second- only seeing it now as he was forced to stand still under the beating rain. What was it that Carthaig said? Follow the pebbles path.

 

Day 5: The Sight of Origin

 

Now Osar was not one to brag- but he was considering himself quite the survivalists. Why? Well, he was not dead- and that was as good of a place as any to start. In fact, he was rather happy with himself, in a great mood even. Before him- now coming closer after days of walking, to which his legs were painted with aches he was not used to- he saw it. Larger boulders that now cropped up along the river path- and before them then- it was nothing less than a mountain.

 

“Follow the path eh? And here I thought the old Valah was losing his mind with his gray hair. Quite the literal statement. I might need to reconsider my opinion on him now…” he admits- mild reluctance in his voice. He was still young after all- and the one he spoke to- perhaps double his age? Odd, he never thought a human would even hold much wisdom. The Silver State’s pride had blinded him to this. To the ambition that mankind possesses.  Was he capable of such? He had to reach the mountain to find out. He was determined to make it there.

 

Day 7: The Mountain Felt

 

It was the end of the week. Osar was tired. His body ached, his skin now cold, his arms sore. Yet he stood now, halfway up the mountain- and he laid on the ground, laughing as he glanced at the river that ran down the slope of the mass of earth. “How long did it take me to get here… seven? Maybe eight days soon?” he says to no one but himself as he looks towards the setting sun, then to the small pebble he had picked up all those days ago, “Yet how long did it take you to get here? Years… centuries? Thousands of years- the lifetime of my kin and then some, just to make it onto the bank Enswerp. And here you are, back again at last…” he breaths, closing his eyes. He hears the water rushing past the stone, slowly wearing it down; grain by grain. Yet this mountain- it stood eternal, unmoved despite the water’s best efforts. It shaped it, but it did not bend it.”

 

The elf’s eyes then opened once more, he casted his gaze down the mountain and towards the forest. His smile slowly faded as he realized something.

 

He had to travel back.

 

Spoiler

This roleplay post was done in response to a quest of 'discovery' given to Osar by @PC_Swift character Asbjorn Carthaig. Honestly it was pretty fun thinking this up on the fly!

 

[PCSwift 1422]

All while this occurs, Asbjorn sits happily in the tavern of Enswerp, drinking himself silly before playing mercenary in yet another war.