The Disappearing Of Armas

[SortedJarhead 817]

 

Armas was a sad, sad boy.

 

His daughter didn't love him, his race abandoned him- but worst of all. He had no ale.

He spent his time raiding, killing and especially slaving. Though it brought him happiness, there was still something empty. Something gapping that all the slaves couldn't fill.

 

He sat in camp, alone and cold. His claymore laid against the bad as he cried. It wasn't often he cried. The tears froze to his face as he shivered silently. The peaceful dim lights of Kralta ahead.

 

"No, Adunijan. No Adunijan."

 

He muttered it over and over again. He thought about walking over to Adunija, to take out his anger. To revenge himself, to bring justice to the Mace Catchers and the filth who follows him. His body shook, and he stood. He reaches over for his claymore, the skin sticking to the steel of the mighty greatsword. He began to walk towards Adunija, in anger and in spite.

 

But the skygods said no.

 

So he walked. He just walked. Dropping his claymore in the streets and walking. For some reason he couldn't fight. He couldn't bring himself to do anything unjust. The skygods spoke to him. They told his no, or he'd be struck dead. He walked for a whole year, and did not stop for any of his once friends.

 

 

 

 

[Lark 2227]

Four Fingers would've totally given Armas more clothes and ale if he asked nicely.

[Flapman 625]

Thorald wonders what happened to the girl that walked out of Abresi with him

[SortedJarhead 817]

Thorald wonders what happened to the girl that walked out of Abresi with him

 

She was about to be broken as slave, but then skygods said no...

[Moot 1719]

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