1 A strange village Tue Apr 09, 2019 7:01 pm
Abathor
D-rank
There existed in this world an unknown land, a village that had never known war, nor the degradation of the evils that the feudal context and the stormy ages of that era could bring. It was not a land like the ones mentioned in the tales and legends, not fantastic animals, nor extraordinary power. None of this was present here. It was really an insignificant plot, a lambda place where no human wanted to come, did humans live there?
The question was legitimate, although no one here could answer it. So much on a map nobody would have managed to place this coveted point to locate this anonymous region in the eyes of the world. The grass was green there, most of the pines and other conifers that grew there grew large and strong, taking advantage, once spring came, a gentle breeze to spread their spores and at the same time contribute to the durability of this fabulous landscape which in its center saw a large lake reign, don the arms were real river of azure color. The animals lived in this holy universe in a very peaceful way, having for concern only to give their heart to the cycle of life.
On the light fluvial current, was a canoe, it split the floods of water-plates thanks to its triangular shaped head. Made from wood dug the rather stable craft was decorated with several pastel-colored patterns ranging from blue to represent waves to pink that represented something else that no doubt came from local customs, the means of shipping sailed down the river at a steady pace , but there is no doubt that his ability to accelerate had to be rather good when it came to ascending those same rivers described earlier. On the boat stood two men and a woman, all three of them lined up, while the others followed.
Abathor had with him a wicker basket which contained in its bottom of large sheets which then served, to protect the fish freshly sins by the two others who constituted the crew. After a few hours paddling they reached the shore. On which and after a small folding seat of varnished wood, was the entrance of a kind of village. The entrance was signified by a sort of halo made of wood where a plaque in the same material bore, descriptions unreadable except for an archaeologist.
The village was rather of rustic type so were confused traditional feudal houses in the rural landscape and some huts. By traversing the roads made of clay, it was easy to distinguish local shops where were sold utensils made of clay is necessary, which villagers needed for everyday life. In the fourth house, three paths after the entrance of the village, towards the east. Abathor was here as a visitor. He was not special in strength or power. But by the fact that this village, was a key, not to open a secret passage and bring back anything that would give the world a different impetus from the one it currently has, not a key to bring back the dead to life, or give the missing the chance to take revenge. No, at least, it was simply the narrative key, which would open the doors giving views on the continuation of the story that will flow before your eyes. This is the story of how Abathor and Hina meet by chance.
wc 569
The question was legitimate, although no one here could answer it. So much on a map nobody would have managed to place this coveted point to locate this anonymous region in the eyes of the world. The grass was green there, most of the pines and other conifers that grew there grew large and strong, taking advantage, once spring came, a gentle breeze to spread their spores and at the same time contribute to the durability of this fabulous landscape which in its center saw a large lake reign, don the arms were real river of azure color. The animals lived in this holy universe in a very peaceful way, having for concern only to give their heart to the cycle of life.
On the light fluvial current, was a canoe, it split the floods of water-plates thanks to its triangular shaped head. Made from wood dug the rather stable craft was decorated with several pastel-colored patterns ranging from blue to represent waves to pink that represented something else that no doubt came from local customs, the means of shipping sailed down the river at a steady pace , but there is no doubt that his ability to accelerate had to be rather good when it came to ascending those same rivers described earlier. On the boat stood two men and a woman, all three of them lined up, while the others followed.
Abathor had with him a wicker basket which contained in its bottom of large sheets which then served, to protect the fish freshly sins by the two others who constituted the crew. After a few hours paddling they reached the shore. On which and after a small folding seat of varnished wood, was the entrance of a kind of village. The entrance was signified by a sort of halo made of wood where a plaque in the same material bore, descriptions unreadable except for an archaeologist.
The village was rather of rustic type so were confused traditional feudal houses in the rural landscape and some huts. By traversing the roads made of clay, it was easy to distinguish local shops where were sold utensils made of clay is necessary, which villagers needed for everyday life. In the fourth house, three paths after the entrance of the village, towards the east. Abathor was here as a visitor. He was not special in strength or power. But by the fact that this village, was a key, not to open a secret passage and bring back anything that would give the world a different impetus from the one it currently has, not a key to bring back the dead to life, or give the missing the chance to take revenge. No, at least, it was simply the narrative key, which would open the doors giving views on the continuation of the story that will flow before your eyes. This is the story of how Abathor and Hina meet by chance.
wc 569
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