Kyshakk Koan Drakon Sssharxx Posted May 17, 2013 Share Posted May 17, 2013 So I wrote a lot a few years ago and after recently starting to play Geneforge again I decided that I would like to write again. Please let me know what you think of the first chapter. The golden sun rises into the sky over the fields of the village. The shadows flee as the roosters crow loudly and signal the dawn of the day. This village in particular is called Chelo and is one of the most remote places in the mainland. As the roosters cease their crowing the farm hands stumble out their doors and head out to check on their respective fields or flock, some of the farm hands are accompanied by short hunched creatures they call serviles. Of the farm hands stumbling out the doors one of them in particular is distinguishable from the rest because despite the mild morning chill he wears shorts and a t-shirt and yet is avoided by everyone else. The other farm hands spit muttered insults at him if he walks too close to them and it isn’t a surprise when one of them pushes him over into the dirt with a choice curse. This lonely outcast is known as Vatra, a young man of eighteen years and laying on the floor six foot long. He isn’t skinny as you may think from his sudden introduction to the floor but of average build which to the other farm hands is small. Now that I think on it he turned eighteen today but as you can see he doesn’t hope for much out of a birthday, it’s the same as every other day to him. Vatra slowly gets up off the floor once the coast is clear, brushes himself off and then sets about doing his work. He feeds the ornks, a cow like creature created to be hardier and more resilient to be farmed in harsh climates, tends the chickens and makes sure the rest of the farm is in good condition. As he works the day passes, he eats a small chunk of bread with some cheese for lunch. As the sun begins to set on the other side of the horizon Vatra heads back to the house. It isn’t his home, nor even his house. Just the house. The house he grew up in, the house he learnt to cook in and the house he dreams of leaving. Vatra enters through the back gate and washes the dirt from his hands and face in the garden and before he enters through the back door he removes his shoes. He enters into a kitchen and proceeds to the sink to wash more thoroughly. Once clean he starts to prep the surfaces in order to begin cooking the evening meal for the residents of the house. As he is chopping some onions he hears his name being called from the sitting room. “Vatra, come in please” Vatra carefully puts down the knife and checking once more that there is no dirt going to be taken into the main house he proceeds into the sitting room. It is not a large room in fact just large enough for a small bookcase and two wooden armchairs. In one of the armchairs is sat the woman of the house, a plump woman in her forties flicking knitting needles back and forth with dazzling speed. In the other sits a thin man in his early fifties with gray hair and squinting eyes. “May I help you sir, ma'am?” enquires Vatra, “We understand you have been trying to save up to buy provisions to take the road to the city?” the elderly man asks, “I have sir but I don’t expect to be leaving for many years and you should know I would have given you plenty of notice before I left” Vatra was starting to panic now that they may be planning to foil his dream, “We are not worried about that we can find a new farmhand. You turn eighteen today, you have been a man for two years now it is time you go into the world and find your place. Our son will be coming back and inheriting the farm while you will still have nothing to your name. You came to us when you could barely talk, we know nothing of your parents or where you come from. We did you a deed in taking you in and providing you food and shelter but it is time you be off. Tomorrow you need not tend the farm one of our neighbours has agreed to lend a hand for the week, use the time to pack your bags, you should be gone the day after.” While the speech was said in monotone Vatra liked to imagine there was emotion behind it but he had little time to think on it as his first thought was the measly pile of copper coin hidden in his pillow. “What am I to do for provisions? I wasn’t lying when I said it would take me years to save up.” Vatra asked with a hint of panic in his voice. “Don’t be daft kid you’re on a farm. Take what you need but be careful not to take more than you need.” With that the old man waved his hand to signal Vatra to continue his work. Vatra smiled as he bowed and returned to the kitchen to finish the evening meal which he served the owners of the house and retired to the kitchen to eat by himself as he always does. Once he had finished and collected the dishes from the table he washed them up and retired to his small straw bed and started making a mental note of what he would need for his journey. He struggled to get to sleep until late that night for the clash of emotions running through him. Excitement, anxiety, joy and fear were but a few of them but at last his eyes closed and he fell off to sleep. As the cocks crowed in the morning Vatra threw his eyes open, stumbled out of bed and pulled his work clothes on. He walked into the kitchen next door and grabbed a small piece of stale bread left over from the evening meal and hastily ate it washing it down with a swig of milk. Afterwards he stumbled sleepily out of the door into his boots and down the path towards the fields. As he got out the gate something big and heavy collided into his chest knocking him back into a puddle where he woke with a start. Once again he found himself knocked over by another farm hand but this time he wasn’t put down by it, he remembered he should be packing not working! He jumped up and ran back to the house kicking off his boots and walked briskly through the kitchen to his small room where he grabbed his pack. He opened it up and put into it a spare set of work clothes then carried it to the larder where he packed into it a variety of salted meat and dried vegetables, only that which would keep for a few months on the road. He packed enough for two months journey and on top of that he packed a small iron pot and inside that he placed an even smaller tin bowl and wooden spoon. He went back to his room and picked up his belt, a smooth leather belt that had a knife and sheath hooked on it. placing it at the foot of his bed he returned to the kitchen and collected his pack fastening it and leaving it at the foot of his bed next to his belt. For the rest of the day he wandered around the village and seeing the village tanner he stopped by to get his boots repaired and fitted for the journey, it cost him four of his twenty three coppers but he figured having boots the whole way to the next town was worth it. That evening he went to sleep with a smile on his face ready for the weeks ahead. This time when the cocks crowed Vatra opened his eyes and got out of bed remembering that he was leaving today. He got into his usual work clothes but this time wore full length trousers and strapped on his belt. He fastened a light traveling cloak over his shoulders and left the hood down. He grabbed a small bite to eat from the kitchen before shouldering his pack and leaving the house. The farm hands had all passed by into the fields by now and as Vatra got to the gate he looked back once more at the house he was leaving. He smiled a wide open smile and turned towards the road out of the village. The edge of the village was bordered by the forest and as Vatra passed under it’s branches with almost a skip in his step the forest seemed happy to meet him. Several hours passed and Vatra began to feel the weight of his pack and his feet dragged along the path occasionally he noticed the sky was getting dark and he figured that he should stop for the night. He found a clearing about a hundred meters from the path with a small stream flowing through it he gathered wood for a fire and used it to boiled water which he turned into a stew with some of his food. He ate and fell asleep in the roots of a tree. His days continued much the same for the next few weeks he would wake up and walk a while before he would stop to eat lunch then walk further until it was getting dark where he would find somewhere to stop for the night and eat an evening meal before sleeping. By the pace he had set Vatra figured he was about two weeks from the nearest town when disaster found him. The night before had been the same as any other night, he had eaten and gone to sleep but the morning couldn’t be more different. Vatra woke to the sound of voices, The sun was still down but he somehow knew it was early morning. Vatra kept silent by the tree hoping that the voices would pass by. As he lay there he started to notice that the ground in the clearing was heavily worn, he hadn’t noticed that last night, the voices were also getting louder. Vatra started to get scared, he was alone with strangers nearby. He was from a village where everyone knew each other. He didn’t know what to do so he stayed huddled under his cloak. Footsteps accompanied the voices until the voices cut short. Vatra heard the footsteps approaching the clearing but he hoped the night would hide him. He was wrong. “What we got ‘ere eh? A stranger in our home, bit far from the path arn’t you lad? If we weren’t respectable you may be in a pickle eh?” It’s true the closer he got towards the town the further from the path he went to sleep, also these strangers didn’t seem respectable. “What you dumb? Speak up lad” Vatra was about to speak when the second man decided to speak first. “Sod it J lets just have done with him an leave him. Looks like he still got a nice lot of food there eh?” Vatra didn’t like where this was going and was about to get up and run when a boot collided with his side. They must have been reinforced with iron because Vatra felt something crack in his chest and he cried out loud. Another boot hit him, and another until Vatra couldn’t call out anymore and his vision blacked out. He knew he had to wake up but couldn’t manage it so he just focused on keeping hold of himself as he fell through the darkness. He lost track of time but at least he was still he if you get my meaning. The thieves threw Vatra’s cloak over his body but as they were about to sort through his pack they heard a shout. The thieves grabbed the pack but in their haste some of the contents fell out. The thieves ran away with the majority of the food. As a man came into the clearing Vatra was still falling through his internal darkness. The man looked around and noticed the cloak which he pulled at to find Vatra’s body bloody and bruising. The man poked and prodded at the boot marks assessing the injuries and each time the darkness got deeper for Vatra. At last the man extended his hand and pale glowing tendrils extended from his fingertips curling towards Vatra’s injuries. As the tendrils touched the wounds it knitted them back together. Light flared through the darkness and Vatra started to wake up. He opened his eyes just in time to watch the last of his wounds heal. The man sighed deeply and sat down to rest. Vatra also felt exhausted but looks at this new stranger to see who saved him. The man is old, very old. His hair is pure white and long with a beard to match. He wears elegant green robes that hang from his thin, small and hunched frame. After several minutes Vatra regains the energy to get up and wander round the clearing. He collects his pan and spare clothes but barely enough food for a single meal. He gathers it together along with some wood for a fire. He gets the fire going and prepares a simple stew which he offers to the old man first. The old man eats his share before passing it back to Vatra. The food seems to have done wonders for the old man who looks positively awake now and Vatra feels better for it too. “Thank you sir for coming to help me, I felt for sure there was no hope” Vatra opens up the conversation to his unlikely saviour. The old man looks at him and gives out a simple “Hrumph” before looking away. Vatra decides to try and start conversation again. “Is there anything I can do to repay you?” The old man looks back at Vatra with a squint in one eye. Vatra feels quite uncomfortable under the stare. “Can you read?” The old man speaks with a raw and callous voice. “No I was never taught my letters sir” “Just your manners and your words I see hrumph.” The man seems to dislike Vatra’s pleasantries. Vatra remains quiet looking at the man. “No worries, I presume you’re heading to Gwres?” “Yes, sir.” Vatra replies “If you can be patient with an old mans pace and help me get there too then I will teach you to read. You will find it useful in Gwres and i’m sure anywhere else you plan to go afterwards.” Vatra considered the offer for a few minutes before nodding his acceptance. Whatever this strangers intentions they can’t be bad after saving him and Vatra was curious how this old man healed his wounds. With that the old man helped Vatra tie his remaining belongings into a bundle and they set off walking together while the old man pulls out a book and begins to show Vatra the alphabet. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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