Post by johan on Sept 19, 2013 18:20:54 GMT
Johan, Skoll and Gerratt had just finished hunting around the city. Johan was using the time to get to know the wolf like barbarian better and Gerratt who had somehow ditched his guard for the night wanted to tag along and Johan was not about to be the one who told him No. After a few solid hunts and finding some kills that promised to keep the gathering tribes fed at the upcoming Moot, the sun was beginning to set and it became to dangerous to go on any more hunts. Even near the city although Johan was feeling restless so he let the others head back without him while he walked aways, enjoying the cool night air and to some extent the solitude.
A large part of Johan enjoyed these yearly trips back to Nisengard because it was a chance to see Kin again and drink and tell stories of years past without the war, but at the same time it was often times a hard transition for him to make because when you are all on your own, in the mountains, with no one to watch out for you, you start to forget what it's like to be around people and reach a point of being able to interact with them again. Especially when most of the year these are the same people who are trying to kill you. However it is what their God commanded and the tribes faith in her wisdom was absolute, so year after year they continued to war. All except Johan who no one dared bother. It was probably a surprise to most that he continued to make his way to the moot every year and had not yet succumb to the elements, or been killed by a roaming monster in the mountains but Johan was a survivor and he proved that to the other tribes year after year just by showing up with a large stack of pelts and trophy ears from his kills.
As Johan walked along in silent reflection he came upon a large boulder along side the river that ran from Nisengard to the forests nearby and decided to stop and rest for a bit. He climbed up on top of the boulder and laid back, resting his hands behind his head as he stared at the stars that dotted the night sky. It was quiet out here and it felt more comfortable than the city full of commotion as all of the tribes continued to gather. He let out sigh as he laid there wondering how much longer things would go on like this. Before he even realized it he was talking to the Nise through the silence of the night.
"Mighty Nise, You know that I follow you without question, but even I have to wonder what it is you truly want from this war. I was but a baby when the war began and I grew up with my purpose being made to fight... but now I am the last of my tribe and still through your wisdom you have deemed that I should live and cary on my tribal name alone. I just don't understand how I am to serve you appropriately when I can no longer fight in this war you wanted in your name... but still I try. I wage my own war against the abominations in these lands and I fight with your name always on my lips and your warrior spirit in my heart"
*He pauses for a moment as he realizes he is just talking to the wind and sighs again* "I just wish we had some sign of your guidance and what you want from your loyal followers"
When no answer came, and Johan obviously did not expect one. Not after all these years he finally got up from his spot, packed up his gear and started the trek back to the city to see those he would soon have to leave again.
A large part of Johan enjoyed these yearly trips back to Nisengard because it was a chance to see Kin again and drink and tell stories of years past without the war, but at the same time it was often times a hard transition for him to make because when you are all on your own, in the mountains, with no one to watch out for you, you start to forget what it's like to be around people and reach a point of being able to interact with them again. Especially when most of the year these are the same people who are trying to kill you. However it is what their God commanded and the tribes faith in her wisdom was absolute, so year after year they continued to war. All except Johan who no one dared bother. It was probably a surprise to most that he continued to make his way to the moot every year and had not yet succumb to the elements, or been killed by a roaming monster in the mountains but Johan was a survivor and he proved that to the other tribes year after year just by showing up with a large stack of pelts and trophy ears from his kills.
As Johan walked along in silent reflection he came upon a large boulder along side the river that ran from Nisengard to the forests nearby and decided to stop and rest for a bit. He climbed up on top of the boulder and laid back, resting his hands behind his head as he stared at the stars that dotted the night sky. It was quiet out here and it felt more comfortable than the city full of commotion as all of the tribes continued to gather. He let out sigh as he laid there wondering how much longer things would go on like this. Before he even realized it he was talking to the Nise through the silence of the night.
"Mighty Nise, You know that I follow you without question, but even I have to wonder what it is you truly want from this war. I was but a baby when the war began and I grew up with my purpose being made to fight... but now I am the last of my tribe and still through your wisdom you have deemed that I should live and cary on my tribal name alone. I just don't understand how I am to serve you appropriately when I can no longer fight in this war you wanted in your name... but still I try. I wage my own war against the abominations in these lands and I fight with your name always on my lips and your warrior spirit in my heart"
*He pauses for a moment as he realizes he is just talking to the wind and sighs again* "I just wish we had some sign of your guidance and what you want from your loyal followers"
When no answer came, and Johan obviously did not expect one. Not after all these years he finally got up from his spot, packed up his gear and started the trek back to the city to see those he would soon have to leave again.