{ DREAMER } :: Chapter 3: Nani?
C h a p t e r 3 • NANI?
A / R: I do not own the classes in Ragnarok Online, or any of the cities listed in here. My friend OKI is the creator of Arlin and I own Aus as my own. *love* Oh, and this story may end up being a little graphic in the upcoming chapters, so keep out of the reach of children who are under the age and should not be looking at this story. Thanks! Its appreciated.
Word count: 595. * Yeah, it's shorter, but this is just a description filler.
The Prontera streets were empty, as all the merchants had packed up and left for the day while the sun was just falling down upon the horizon. Thieves now wandered the alleys and sewers, waiting for an unexpecting individual to walk past so that they could jump them and take was zeny they had on them. If it were to be a women, then she was sure to be raped. Just the thought, sent a shiver down Aus's spine. To think that scum like that walked the earth, free to do whatever they wished with people that they hardly knew. A sigh passed through the stalker's seemingly pursed lips, the boots he wore clanking deeply and echoing on the cobblestone streets of the capitol city of Midgard.
Only the sound of chirping cricket's gave him the comfort he needed as he exited the Capital through the southern gate. Traveler's from every land caped out at the Southern Gate of Pronterna, that is, if they were unable to afford a room at the Inn. The smells of freshly brewed apple cider and ale, the cooking of a newly caught Lunatic (rabbit), and if a traveler was even more lucky, they would be able to have a Smokie, or Savage Bebe. The Stalker smiled as they gathered around their fires under the night's sky and walked over to one group. They were pairs of gypsies and bard's, exchanging songs and stories with one another. He approached cautiously, though one Bard noticed him and motioned for Aus to sit with them and enjoy a meal and some tales with them. Giving them a word of 'Thanks', he graciously sat with them and listened intently.
They told stories of the Valkryies and how they could be able to come down from the heavens in a human form, how the God's of Midgard came to be. They sang song's of distant, unheard of land's and dungeons that they had wither traveled to or heard about through stories and songs form other Bard's and Gypsies. While Aus bit into a part of the Lunatic he was offered by one of the gypsies, he was asked how he had lost his arm. It was rather hard to bring himself to tell them, but he calmed himself, set his food down and told them.
"My companion and I decidedly traveled to Amatsu to attend one of the many festivals, but we had no idea that we were being followed by a male who had a grudge against us. He was a Dragonic Wizard, who wanted to get rid of me first so that my companion would seek revenge against the Wizard and unlock a sort of hidden power..." He paused, and ran his opposite hand over the rough metal of his auto-mail arm. The Stalker let out a sigh and continued, "The previous day, my companion was hurt by the wizard and sent into the hospital. I was careless going back to the inn that night and was attacked by the wizard and lost my arm in the battle. I know that sound a little off-kilter, but it is true. I can assure you that. There are witnesses in Amatsu that saw the wizard take my arm clear off, and then try to kill me..."
The Bard's and Gypsies were left all but speechless at this tall tale and apologized for asking such a thing. Aus shook his head and assured them that everything was alright and he didn't care that they had asked him about it. He had to tell the story to someone at sometime.
A / R: I do not own the classes in Ragnarok Online, or any of the cities listed in here. My friend OKI is the creator of Arlin and I own Aus as my own. *love* Oh, and this story may end up being a little graphic in the upcoming chapters, so keep out of the reach of children who are under the age and should not be looking at this story. Thanks! Its appreciated.
Word count: 595. * Yeah, it's shorter, but this is just a description filler.
The Prontera streets were empty, as all the merchants had packed up and left for the day while the sun was just falling down upon the horizon. Thieves now wandered the alleys and sewers, waiting for an unexpecting individual to walk past so that they could jump them and take was zeny they had on them. If it were to be a women, then she was sure to be raped. Just the thought, sent a shiver down Aus's spine. To think that scum like that walked the earth, free to do whatever they wished with people that they hardly knew. A sigh passed through the stalker's seemingly pursed lips, the boots he wore clanking deeply and echoing on the cobblestone streets of the capitol city of Midgard.
Only the sound of chirping cricket's gave him the comfort he needed as he exited the Capital through the southern gate. Traveler's from every land caped out at the Southern Gate of Pronterna, that is, if they were unable to afford a room at the Inn. The smells of freshly brewed apple cider and ale, the cooking of a newly caught Lunatic (rabbit), and if a traveler was even more lucky, they would be able to have a Smokie, or Savage Bebe. The Stalker smiled as they gathered around their fires under the night's sky and walked over to one group. They were pairs of gypsies and bard's, exchanging songs and stories with one another. He approached cautiously, though one Bard noticed him and motioned for Aus to sit with them and enjoy a meal and some tales with them. Giving them a word of 'Thanks', he graciously sat with them and listened intently.
They told stories of the Valkryies and how they could be able to come down from the heavens in a human form, how the God's of Midgard came to be. They sang song's of distant, unheard of land's and dungeons that they had wither traveled to or heard about through stories and songs form other Bard's and Gypsies. While Aus bit into a part of the Lunatic he was offered by one of the gypsies, he was asked how he had lost his arm. It was rather hard to bring himself to tell them, but he calmed himself, set his food down and told them.
"My companion and I decidedly traveled to Amatsu to attend one of the many festivals, but we had no idea that we were being followed by a male who had a grudge against us. He was a Dragonic Wizard, who wanted to get rid of me first so that my companion would seek revenge against the Wizard and unlock a sort of hidden power..." He paused, and ran his opposite hand over the rough metal of his auto-mail arm. The Stalker let out a sigh and continued, "The previous day, my companion was hurt by the wizard and sent into the hospital. I was careless going back to the inn that night and was attacked by the wizard and lost my arm in the battle. I know that sound a little off-kilter, but it is true. I can assure you that. There are witnesses in Amatsu that saw the wizard take my arm clear off, and then try to kill me..."
The Bard's and Gypsies were left all but speechless at this tall tale and apologized for asking such a thing. Aus shook his head and assured them that everything was alright and he didn't care that they had asked him about it. He had to tell the story to someone at sometime.