Post by Azazel on Aug 16, 2013 3:11:28 GMT
It was 20 years ago I knew I was destined for more then being a farm hand. Growing up in a small town there are few amounts of people but often times there is a lot of work to do. Plowing the fields, Milking the cows, Planting the crops. Those are just a list of the chores I had to do each day. My father was a kind and caring man, Always putting others before him. He is who I aspired to be like the most, He was a man who would never lie. I will always remember the words he used to tell me each week when he would get home from the markets "The pay isn't good, but the work is honest", That's what I build my whole life around "honesty".
It was honesty that made me go and live with the monks a little ways out of town. It had something to do with their life style and the way they help others, I felt as if I was destined to join them. It was there I trained for the next 15 years, For the next 15 years I watched the town grow older, Expanding ever so slightly year by year. It was never a big town, Maybe about 100 people. A town where every one knew everyone but we would get the occasional trader or caravan travel through on their way to the bigger cities. The majority of people were nice though with pure intentions, except this one man. I will never forget him. To most he would look like an ordinary man, but when he spoke it was if everything he said was a lie. His eyes, It was as if they were pure black. He felt as if he was a demon sent straight from hell to this plain. All though as quickly as he entered town, he was gone the next day. It was like he had an alternate motive to being in the town, He said he was a cleric trying to the find a cure to some disease I have never heard of before so I didn't think too much of it.
A few weeks later while I was asleep, I hear a loud crash through the front door of the temple. I quickly woke up, got dressed, grabbed my quarterstaff and dagger and went to investigate the noise. When I got to the front room of the temple I find this man collapsed on the ground, blisters all over him. It was as if his flesh was rotting away from his living body. I had never seen anything like this before. While one of the elder monks attempted to heal him through magic we heard softly"The... V- Vila" before he passed. A few of the monks looked at each other concerned before realizing what he meant. The Village.
Those who were combat ready rushed to the stable behind the temple to get the horses but not before receiving a blessing from the eldest monk, I was part of this group.
To be continued.
It was honesty that made me go and live with the monks a little ways out of town. It had something to do with their life style and the way they help others, I felt as if I was destined to join them. It was there I trained for the next 15 years, For the next 15 years I watched the town grow older, Expanding ever so slightly year by year. It was never a big town, Maybe about 100 people. A town where every one knew everyone but we would get the occasional trader or caravan travel through on their way to the bigger cities. The majority of people were nice though with pure intentions, except this one man. I will never forget him. To most he would look like an ordinary man, but when he spoke it was if everything he said was a lie. His eyes, It was as if they were pure black. He felt as if he was a demon sent straight from hell to this plain. All though as quickly as he entered town, he was gone the next day. It was like he had an alternate motive to being in the town, He said he was a cleric trying to the find a cure to some disease I have never heard of before so I didn't think too much of it.
A few weeks later while I was asleep, I hear a loud crash through the front door of the temple. I quickly woke up, got dressed, grabbed my quarterstaff and dagger and went to investigate the noise. When I got to the front room of the temple I find this man collapsed on the ground, blisters all over him. It was as if his flesh was rotting away from his living body. I had never seen anything like this before. While one of the elder monks attempted to heal him through magic we heard softly"The... V- Vila" before he passed. A few of the monks looked at each other concerned before realizing what he meant. The Village.
Those who were combat ready rushed to the stable behind the temple to get the horses but not before receiving a blessing from the eldest monk, I was part of this group.
To be continued.