Post by armanor on Sept 16, 2010 23:49:35 GMT 1
Armanor’s elderly bones creaking ever so slightly, as he lowered him self slowly to the ground. This simple act wouldn’t normally be too much trouble for the old shaman, but of late even the least strenuous of tasks had become harder. He no longer felt as sprightly as he had before, not while he had wondered the twisting paths with the druids back in the new world. “But…That would have to wait” he had often mussed to him self. Whilst there were still Naga left in the murky swamps of his home world he couldn’t go back. No, this was his home and he still felt he had a certain duty to it…Even now, after what seemed like an age to him.
The day before, the Shamans staff had disappeared while he had been out in the swamp. Armanor had returned to his meagre hut to find his bed role disturbed and most of his rather large collection of samples and vials scattered across the floor. Later in the month he would find that a few of the samples had taken seed in the fertile ground of Zangermash, thanks to this, much to his annoyance.
The staff had been taken! Armanor, all though absent minded about most things, would not lose his own staff! The ground could not have simply swallowed the thing up! So, the aged Draenie reasoned that some one or something must have stolen it. This had certainly complicated things; the staff in question was quite old. A large oak branch shaped and carved to something smoother and more refined. Large crystalline charms dangled from the wooden head peace, glittering in a spectrum of colours and shades.
Armanor slowly crossed his legs, with out much complaint from his bones, and placed his large drum in-between them. Running a hand over the rugged skin of the drum he mussed how many times it had been replaced…How many new skins, how many bundles of new bindings. How old was it?…He could scarce remember now. How long had it been since he last beat out the rhythms of war, the beat of a true battle… It had been far too long…
He reached for the wolfs-tooth necklace which he was so used to being around his neck but then remembered… “Ah…Not to long now”.
Fin:
This seemed rather longer in word. Well, this is just a small bit with some plotyness..Just me trying out a new writing style. Thoughts and ideas would be much apreciated. Also..This is me getting used to how Armanor feels as a charecter again. Ow..Did I mention plotyness?
The day before, the Shamans staff had disappeared while he had been out in the swamp. Armanor had returned to his meagre hut to find his bed role disturbed and most of his rather large collection of samples and vials scattered across the floor. Later in the month he would find that a few of the samples had taken seed in the fertile ground of Zangermash, thanks to this, much to his annoyance.
The staff had been taken! Armanor, all though absent minded about most things, would not lose his own staff! The ground could not have simply swallowed the thing up! So, the aged Draenie reasoned that some one or something must have stolen it. This had certainly complicated things; the staff in question was quite old. A large oak branch shaped and carved to something smoother and more refined. Large crystalline charms dangled from the wooden head peace, glittering in a spectrum of colours and shades.
Armanor slowly crossed his legs, with out much complaint from his bones, and placed his large drum in-between them. Running a hand over the rugged skin of the drum he mussed how many times it had been replaced…How many new skins, how many bundles of new bindings. How old was it?…He could scarce remember now. How long had it been since he last beat out the rhythms of war, the beat of a true battle… It had been far too long…
He reached for the wolfs-tooth necklace which he was so used to being around his neck but then remembered… “Ah…Not to long now”.
Fin:
This seemed rather longer in word. Well, this is just a small bit with some plotyness..Just me trying out a new writing style. Thoughts and ideas would be much apreciated. Also..This is me getting used to how Armanor feels as a charecter again. Ow..Did I mention plotyness?