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Forum Game Archive / Re: Elements RPG! Part 2
« on: April 19, 2010, 02:34:14 pm »
It felt too good to be true. In a way, it was.
Rid of his magical shackles, MaX randomly visited one elven village after another. He kept to himself as much as he could. When he needed some marks, he would transform into a mystical bard to entertain the villagers. Sometimes he would peddle herbs and small trinkets he'd make along the way from one town to the next. On rare occasions, during his dark moods, he would work quietly doing manual labor pretending to be mute. But, every time and always, he would be listening... looking for clues, small details to the location of his family and clan.
It was this very village where the last of his relatives have recently been saved by a band of heroes. It was too good.
Now, at the edge of the forest, he takes a deep breath... coughs and almost chokes as he is not really used to breathing air this fresh. In his past life, most of his time was spent in high-ceilinged windowless laboratories that had the sweet-salty stench of entropic magic. He became addicted to this smell. Just now, he mutated a small ant crawling up the bark of the tree he was leaning on just to get a waft of that magical scent. "My thoughts are drifting again," max thought.
Shaking his head and clearing his throat, he looked towards the Mountains of the Kingdom of Darkness. Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight.... a magical tune haunts him.
Clearing his head this time, I want to find this party of adventurers and join them. My gratitude is deep and my newly found freedom can't keep me idle in this small village. I'm happy that I've found my people, but this isn't my home. I'm not of them anymore. I need to find my own....
Pushing away from the big fruit tree, he blew on the rainbow-colored dragonfly that was flitting by. In a pink puff of smoke, it transformed back into an ant still in rainbow colors, never to be recognized again by it's own ant colony.
Rid of his magical shackles, MaX randomly visited one elven village after another. He kept to himself as much as he could. When he needed some marks, he would transform into a mystical bard to entertain the villagers. Sometimes he would peddle herbs and small trinkets he'd make along the way from one town to the next. On rare occasions, during his dark moods, he would work quietly doing manual labor pretending to be mute. But, every time and always, he would be listening... looking for clues, small details to the location of his family and clan.
It was this very village where the last of his relatives have recently been saved by a band of heroes. It was too good.
Now, at the edge of the forest, he takes a deep breath... coughs and almost chokes as he is not really used to breathing air this fresh. In his past life, most of his time was spent in high-ceilinged windowless laboratories that had the sweet-salty stench of entropic magic. He became addicted to this smell. Just now, he mutated a small ant crawling up the bark of the tree he was leaning on just to get a waft of that magical scent. "My thoughts are drifting again," max thought.
Shaking his head and clearing his throat, he looked towards the Mountains of the Kingdom of Darkness. Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight.... a magical tune haunts him.
Clearing his head this time, I want to find this party of adventurers and join them. My gratitude is deep and my newly found freedom can't keep me idle in this small village. I'm happy that I've found my people, but this isn't my home. I'm not of them anymore. I need to find my own....
Pushing away from the big fruit tree, he blew on the rainbow-colored dragonfly that was flitting by. In a pink puff of smoke, it transformed back into an ant still in rainbow colors, never to be recognized again by it's own ant colony.