Post by loshi on Apr 28, 2013 4:48:17 GMT -5
Breeze blew and light consumed the dark wisp as Roshirai walked around the border. Tired and hungry he spotted an apple tree and went to collect his bounty. He gorged on the apples roguely. Smiling and laughing. "Sometimes a guardian has his limits too..." He whispered. He ate until he couldn't no more and leaned on the tree for a deep rest. He slept for hours, Carefree on what is going to happen next. He suddenly woke up in shock, Panting and sweating he quickly picked up his gear and walked to a familiar path. But then a group of tuskar bandits sorrounded him, "Gimme all yer gold"
Snorted their leader. He shook his head as a sign of refusal and quickly drew his sword and shield, Out of nowhere, A guildmate appeared to help, "Don't worry. I got your back~!" Moy shouted.
The two guildies fought until their last breath and defeated the gang of tuskars. Exhausted and bleeding, Moy and Roshi sat near a rock and shared their potions. "Thanks for the help back there."
Roshi coughed. Moy quickly stood up and walked away without a word. Time went slow as he left. Roshi slept once again. As he closed his eyes he saw his "Brother", In an abandoned fort. Carrying a dead body and griefed all over it, As the Fort begins to collapse, He warned his Brother to escape with him, With him ignoring Roshi like he didn't hear a thing, The fort exploded and knocked Roshi away, As he woke up from his unconciousness He saw the fort bursting with flames, No sign of life... He quickly searched the rubble for any sign of his brother.. He went to awe... "What have I done..." He whispered as he picked up the sword of his fallen brethren, He woke up from his nightmare and again he continued his journey, He went to the ruins of the fort, He drew his sword and thrusted it to the ground,"Forgive me..." He cried. He stood up and sat on a rock, He plucked a leaf off of some shrubs and began whistling with it, As tears begin to drop He walked around the ruins... remembering everything... the horror of battle... the blood.... the souls of the dead that wean around the fort.... the voices... of dying men... There when he went throu a corner. He found the body of his dear Brother and a boquet of roses. Lifeless and still fresh. He griefed over the body and sat, Remembering their wonderful childhood together, He looked up to the sky and whispered "Delita.... What did you get?" As he stared wishfully into the empty blue sky, His heart was filled with guilt and sorrow and he did nothing but remember the joyful memories him and his brother had...
Snorted their leader. He shook his head as a sign of refusal and quickly drew his sword and shield, Out of nowhere, A guildmate appeared to help, "Don't worry. I got your back~!" Moy shouted.
The two guildies fought until their last breath and defeated the gang of tuskars. Exhausted and bleeding, Moy and Roshi sat near a rock and shared their potions. "Thanks for the help back there."
Roshi coughed. Moy quickly stood up and walked away without a word. Time went slow as he left. Roshi slept once again. As he closed his eyes he saw his "Brother", In an abandoned fort. Carrying a dead body and griefed all over it, As the Fort begins to collapse, He warned his Brother to escape with him, With him ignoring Roshi like he didn't hear a thing, The fort exploded and knocked Roshi away, As he woke up from his unconciousness He saw the fort bursting with flames, No sign of life... He quickly searched the rubble for any sign of his brother.. He went to awe... "What have I done..." He whispered as he picked up the sword of his fallen brethren, He woke up from his nightmare and again he continued his journey, He went to the ruins of the fort, He drew his sword and thrusted it to the ground,"Forgive me..." He cried. He stood up and sat on a rock, He plucked a leaf off of some shrubs and began whistling with it, As tears begin to drop He walked around the ruins... remembering everything... the horror of battle... the blood.... the souls of the dead that wean around the fort.... the voices... of dying men... There when he went throu a corner. He found the body of his dear Brother and a boquet of roses. Lifeless and still fresh. He griefed over the body and sat, Remembering their wonderful childhood together, He looked up to the sky and whispered "Delita.... What did you get?" As he stared wishfully into the empty blue sky, His heart was filled with guilt and sorrow and he did nothing but remember the joyful memories him and his brother had...