Post by hakiko on Aug 29, 2004 0:21:15 GMT -5
A young armored warrior was walking the path between Qeynos and Surefall. His armor gleamed in the sunlight and his helm decked in plumage.
As he was walking he came across an old man hunched over on his staff in the middle of the road.
"Out of my way old man!"
The old man came to a stop in the middle of the road.
"I say out of my way or I shall move you!"
The old man smiled at the warrior and asked, "Are you sure you can move me? Your armor seems shiny and your plumage magnificent, but I wonder about what is inside these trappings of power."
The young man grew more upset, "Power far greater than any that might have faded from you."
As the young man's anger grew storm clouds gathered over head and distant thunder echoed through the hills.
The old man smiled again, "Perhaps I draw my power from humility and choose not to lacquer it in silver and gold so it will not be muted when needed."
A torrential downpour began as the young man drew his sword, reflected lightning played down the blade.
"I shall take your insults no longer codger! You did not have long to live when we met but I intend to relieve you of what remains."
He began to run towards the old man but sank to his waist in the quickly forming mud. He began to thrash and struggle sinking deeper.
"Your trappings of power weigh you down, cast the aside and set yourself free!"
This only angered the young man further. Unable to reach the object of his ire the young man drew back his arm to throw his sword. Thunder crashed and electricity played down the blade and the gleaming armor shone with heat. The proud plumage burst into flames as the young man slumped smoking, face down in the mud.
As the rain stopped the old man continued on his way making use of the new metal bridge to cross the mud.
As he was walking he came across an old man hunched over on his staff in the middle of the road.
"Out of my way old man!"
The old man came to a stop in the middle of the road.
"I say out of my way or I shall move you!"
The old man smiled at the warrior and asked, "Are you sure you can move me? Your armor seems shiny and your plumage magnificent, but I wonder about what is inside these trappings of power."
The young man grew more upset, "Power far greater than any that might have faded from you."
As the young man's anger grew storm clouds gathered over head and distant thunder echoed through the hills.
The old man smiled again, "Perhaps I draw my power from humility and choose not to lacquer it in silver and gold so it will not be muted when needed."
A torrential downpour began as the young man drew his sword, reflected lightning played down the blade.
"I shall take your insults no longer codger! You did not have long to live when we met but I intend to relieve you of what remains."
He began to run towards the old man but sank to his waist in the quickly forming mud. He began to thrash and struggle sinking deeper.
"Your trappings of power weigh you down, cast the aside and set yourself free!"
This only angered the young man further. Unable to reach the object of his ire the young man drew back his arm to throw his sword. Thunder crashed and electricity played down the blade and the gleaming armor shone with heat. The proud plumage burst into flames as the young man slumped smoking, face down in the mud.
As the rain stopped the old man continued on his way making use of the new metal bridge to cross the mud.
