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| Topic Started: Wed May 18, 2011 9:56 pm (282 Views) | |
| Fixitt | Sat Jun 4, 2011 2:21 pm Post #16 |
 
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Boros was wrapped up in the story, what a horrible life this hero of unknown origins had lived... but it deserved his respect at the very least. Once the story finished Boros smirked as he said, "It was an interesting tale, I'll have it committed to memory... now if you don't mind, I'd like to share a tale for you." He knew it wasn't really a tale, but he thought it was worth telling. He told him of a great and wealthy man, a man who feared death so much, he hired necromancers and alchemists to make him the perfect body guard. He had men of all kinds killed and harvested, brought back to his hidden room where the Necromancers and Alchemists worked stitching together the flesh and sinew, finally after many weeks it was completed, the ultimate bodyguard, a human flesh golem. Though when they awoke their monstrosity it had the mind of a child, it wasn't smart enough to be anyone's bodyguard, the wealthy man demanded its destruction and told the necromancers and alchemists to leave immediately and never return. But one man spoke to the others, an old alchemist who was grey in hair and short of breath. He got the support of both necromancers and alchemists to take the golem with him, and teach it to be a man. Neither were heard from again though, some say the construct went mad and killed him, others say the alchemist died and the construct now guards his grave as an immortal guardian, while still others say now the construct walks amongst us, forever watching us. He knew it was his very own story, it after all, was about his life but if this story would grow in fame, he knew others would seek him out, this would let him find out who was after his head and who was after his protection. Edited by Fixitt, Sat Jun 4, 2011 2:22 pm.
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| Denmar Greyfang | Wed Jun 15, 2011 6:11 pm Post #17 |
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Denmar smiled, nodding softly. "I thought so myself," he said in a soft voice, and then settled back in his chair, listening intently to the story. It seemed similar to his own tale that he had told, but different at the same time. He smiled softly, and at some point during the tale began humming a subtle tune, one that seemed rather well matched to the story being told. When the man finished, he nodded. "Well told. But I sense that there's something else behind your story, something you aren't telling me," he said with a grin. "But that's not my concern. It is a tale worthy of remembrance, and so remember it I shall." He smiled. "And in remembering, I shall sing it everywhere I travel." He stood carefully, bowing low as he smiled. "Unfortunately, I have to leave now, as I have things to take care of. However, I shall certainly look into Cascadia. Good eve to you." |
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| Fixitt | Wed Jun 15, 2011 6:45 pm Post #18 |
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Boros himself was feeling a bit tired, he rarely wanted to sleep even though his body needed it, oh well, at least it makes him seem human, "Yes, I should go myself, until we meet again." He stood up making his way to the innkeeper, he got a cheap room and made his way to it, if he met the blind bard again he would have to treat to drinks and maybe they could exchange more tales, he smiled, he'd like to meet him again in Cascadia. He walked into his room, locking the door behind him, he found privacy was needed for his time of sleep... for his night terrors would make him toss and turn, he looked at the simple bed and laid down, in the morning he might see his friend again, but if not, he had planned on wandering towards Cascadia, he had to check out his work that he'd done on the way here, he must preserve the balance. |
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