DF Adventure Mode Discussion / Re: Adventurer succesion game
« on: October 07, 2007, 09:14:00 pm »Stunned by the lunacy of his thoughts, after all, you couldn’t spell elephant without ‘Murderous, terrible foul creature from the foulest, darkest pit that not even Tentacle Demons would set foot in.’ (MTFCFTFDPTNETDWSFI) and he knew that the world around him was as real as it gets, after what happened at Boldscar, he didn’t think he could forget. Realizing that he was distracting his thoughts from important issues again, he rubbed his temples; this was not what he needed right now.
After leaving Boldscar, they trekked to the near town of.... T-something, it wasn’t coming to him right now, anyway, they stayed there to allow Ase’s wounds to heal, they were not severe but it would be good to let her rest.
Accok picked up the aforementioned tome to spend his time while on the journey and distract his thoughts from his dead comrade, Bistkash, he had only known the man for two days, but as he was the only other axeman in the group, they had discussed quite a lot together. He knew the man had two younger brothers and one 5 year old sister, his father had been killed in a series of wild wolf attacks (at least 25 wolfs, some from separate packs had attacked at least once per day while he was making his way towards a nearby town. The sheer odds of that happening were so low that they decided that Armok was angry at Bistkash’s family, and he must spill blood, his or another’s, for the blood god.)
They arrived at Skankpaddles at night, Accok took the taken the copper Halberd he had been carrying around and dropped it on the ground, it made a soft thump as it landed on the frozen ground, their breath could be clearly seen in the night as the moon rose over their heads. Accok slowly took the axe off his back and cut a small strand of hair, the amount for a comrades death, he put it next to the halberd and put his axe away. The rest of the group followed the movements, and soon there was a small mass of hair at the tip of the halberd. As one, the group kneeled by the weapon and then started to mourn.
After what seemed like hours but what could only be at most 30 minutes, the group stood up, their mourning was done, they would not sully their comrade’s honor by refusing to let go and hold on when his spirit had passed away, as if he was unworthy to have returned to Armok. Later, Bistkash’s mother would light the mound of hair when her own and her children’s would be added, the fire signifying the destroying of blood on this plane, so his blood could be added to Armok’s glory.
Accok and his band of now 2/4’s men rested for the night, in the morrow they talked to the mayor and got their reward, he called them champions, though Accok felt like a weakling.
They gave most of their reward money to Bistkash’s mother and spent the rest buying inn and drink. This day they would rest, but tomorrow they would go out and fight some more, because this world was worth fighting for and dam if he was going to see another mother cry over the loss of her son.
These were the last thoughts of Accok as he drifted into a dreamless, hearty sleep.
(One word, giant-wangstfest; no idea where it came from, I would hope someone else could play Accok. Please comment on this because I have a low self esteem and any comment that says "gj" will delight me while any comment that points out any one of the numerous, terrible flaws that I am sure are there will send spiraling into a depression that will end up in me shooting myself in the chest with a squirt gun and then taking a shower, feeling better after.
Not like its happened before or anything <.< >.>.)
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