Strange old man...

[James Undercroft 129]

A strange old man wrapped in an ordinary moth bitten brown cloak, holding a staff of the wood of an oak in his right hand stands at the side of Kings road. No one notices or cares of his presence. He opens his mouth to speak, and he does so in a surprisingly loud and well spoken voice. There is not a single hint of frailty in his voice to suggest his age which can only be guessed at by his posture and face which is partly exposed and partly covered in shadow. A single person stops to hear what he has to say and as he continues more and more people stop to listen.

"Emotional Pain is an integral part of mortal life, whether it is through the loss of possession, or maybe a missed opportunity. Though as you grow up pain becomes very different indeed, it is as though the events which usually would bring great pain lessen and become dull. We seem to "harden" through times of stress.

As a youngling one would feel pain and cry when they are hungry because they want a way to express their feelings of pain. As we grow up we deal with the same pain in different ways because to us it feels lesser, but then there are other things which cause us the amount of pain that we felt previously. Your favourite toy was broken or lost, or maybe you were in a bad mood and missed going to an arena fight with your father. Then as we grow up we treat this very same pain differently, we care less about. Again... we "harden".

As life progresses we feel many different pains. A mate has decided to leave you would cause tremendous pain, enough so to contemplate ending our lives on some occasions. But when something even worse happens such as a parents or sibling dying causes even more pain and to us it feels WORSE. Is it worse? We say: You haven’t even felt pain until you have had your first breakup! And then we say: You haven’t even felt pain until you have lost a relative. And then we say: You haven’t even felt pain until you have lost a mate! But this is not entirely true is it? We felt pain our entire lives, growing up and it made us stronger. As we grow, pain grows with you. It is part of us. We are all sisters and brothers in pain. And we live..."

The people took a moment to under and run over the words in their heads that the old man had said. Some disagreed with many points; others agreed whole heartedly and began thinking about how wise this old man was. The next thought that all shared was the reason why this man had said this. What was the point? As the majority of them looked up to ask the old man this question he was no longer there and then they shrugged and walked off, almost instantly forgetting it and possibly remembering it as a story to tell in the taverns later on.

((I do realise I am an orc, but this has a purpose. But there will be a long time until anyone will even have a slight idea of what that is.))

[Aryon 679]

You, my friend, are a very wise Ork.

[James Undercroft 129]

((It was not an orc who was speaking, rather an old human man. I should have clarified :P))

[Elindor 666]

Elindor nods as he listens to the man, hearing from another words that he has repeated in his own mind. He remembers back to the greatest of hurts that even now still burn upon remembrance and relishes the lingering moment of feeling before the numbness of the approaching void takes hold again. He raises his hand and, in a sudden rush of wind, dissappears into the treetops as though he were the very breeze.

[loakmendbe 62]

*Vl'athar nods at everyword The man says, Almost connecting with it from past child hood events, and events that had happened when he grew older*

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.